493: The Primordial God’s Resolve

Chapter 493: The Primordial God's Resolve

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God among Gods, the Primordial stood with his arms crossed in front of a strategy meeting room. A hundred Prime Gods filled the large hallway, discussing and planning with one another, with hologram maps, simulated fights, and the illusion of wars ongoing overhead.

The Primordial observed them in silence, yet his focus wasn't exactly on this room. It was a knowledge he recently acquired, a truth he unveiled not long ago.

Although he lost his composure and picked a fight with the Cube Omniverse because of justified anger toward his daughter's kidnapper, he was honestly just bored at this point. He had nothing better to do, that's why he was continuing the war. He hadn't played much of an active role in the war, because there was no need for that, he knew he wouldn't gain any benefit by actually destroying the Cube. It wasn't needed.

But after the recent revelation, he was having second thoughts.

His daughter was a lot… different after she was rescued. He wasn't sure if it was in a good or bad way. She was a lot more mature now, not at all as bratty as she used to be, but worse, she was dry. She seemed… depressed. At first, the Primordial and his wife thought it was trauma from spending a year as a slave to that Northern Demon King, but recently they figured out the real reason.

It was lovesickness.

And it wasn't toward the Northern Demon King, no, not at all.

There was a legitimate chance that the culprit, all along, hadn't been the Northern Demon King at all. Just like the fool claimed till his last breath, he wasn't the culprit.

"Ghm," The Primordial God hummed. He wasn't sure, honestly, and asking this to his daughter hadn't borne any fruit. She refused to answer, which made things harder to understand.

It's true that his observation of threads of destiny and fate while searching for Fotia was a little blurry and unsure, due to some entity strong enough to make things appear blurry, but it wasn't that unusual for System Users. So he was fairly confident when he stumbled upon the Northern Demon King, a reincarnated System User, and thought he was the culprit. As arrogant as he was, he discarded Contessa Fate's words too.

At one of the holograms playing in the air ahead, he saw a figure of cosmic visage. There existed no being on the higher scale of existence who wouldn't recognize that face, and naturally, the Primordial God was the same. With a humanoid body a mirror of the cosmos itself, he stood with the arrogance of a dragon with white hair dancing like jewels behind him. He looked quite formidable if the Primordial had to say so himself.

Other than the identity of a cosmic enigma that he was known by, Primordial knew him by another title. His daughter's obsession. Not a crush, but an obsession. That girl was obsessed with that Celestialsapien, and the Primordial only learned about him recently when his wife, Eurynome Celestine, let him know about how Fotia's room looked.

That girl's been spending the last hundred years in her room, in solitude and loneliness. Primordial half reluctantly let her be, as to cope with the harsh condition she had lived in for a year. He did try to bring her out, introduce new people to her, and get her life back in line, but she was too stubborn. So not until recently, they hadn't checked inside her room.

When her mother, Eurynome, did go to her room recently, she found a horrific image of a teen girl in love in the room. Her walls were filled with posters of Prima, the Gamer, and all her personal belongings were one or another form of merchandise based on Prima.

It was honestly a little embarrassing to learn, as a father, but the Primordial understood. He was even happy that his daughter was able to move on. Until he doubted that this Prima was the actual culprit and not a new crush.

Prima might as well be the one who enslaved Fotia for a year.

There wasn't enough proof to confirm, but there was enough to doubt.

Currently, he was waiting for Eurynome to return. She had gone to have a talk with Fotia about this exact thing. She had to answer, and if she refused, Eurynome would be forced to go through her memories. In that case, she'd also be punished and banished to watch over the Wheel of Reincarnation for the foreseeable future.

After all, how dare she protect her oppressor?

Where was her pride as the daughter of the God Emperor of All Gods?

His jaws clenched at that thought. He'll be damned if that bastard really used his daughter for a year, and yet was allowed to live comfortably for an entire century after.

His waiting finally ended when through the grand doors of the marble palace they were currently occupying, Eurynome walked in with a soft frown. The Gods in the grand hall looked at her and bowed, greeting her, before returning to work. Primordial watched her frown, that wasn't a good sign.

She stopped beside him and sighed another bad sign. "Our guess was correct. It's him."

The Primordial God closed his eyes, suppressing his emotion. At least, he tried to keep it down. But the growl from the depth of his throat sent cracks through reality as the marble hell began to tremble, leaving the Gods looking at him in surprise.

He opened his eyes with a brilliant glint of fury in them, "This cannot be real." He let out a curse, something unsuited for his height. "We're going to the Cube. I want that foolish thing dead and gone."

Scorched flame huffed out of his nose as he turned around, walking out with heavy steps while his fingers twitched in a desire for vengeance and destruction.

He had heard about this particular Celestialsapien's history, and his battle prowess, but the Primordial God feared nobody. His footsteps were filled with confidence and anger while his wife followed after him without question.

It was time he took an active stand in this war.

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