CHAPTER 67 – Crisfa's Dream
Godferro, the realm of gods and angels… Or rather, gods and their servants, to put it politely. There's no better word to describe angels than "slaves." They have no voice, no vote. They lack personal identity, emotions, or anything of their own. They were created to fulfill the needs and desires of the gods, with one unbreakable rule: "They do not satisfy sexual appetites."
Yes, they're essentially living puppets, incapable of feeling or suffering. So why not use them as sex toys? They have the appearance of gods (human-like, since gods and humans share similar forms), with mouths, lips, breasts, buttocks, sexual organs, and so on. They have it all. So why is it forbidden? Because they are creations designed entirely by the Supreme God Himself. Yes, the first gods were created by Him, but He didn't design them. In the universe, there are exactly—yes, exactly, no more, no less—616 races of gods. Yes, races, species, call it what you will. The human gods were the last species created, but none were designed by Him.
If He didn't design them, who did? Chance. Using random pieces, He crafted each species. There are squid-like gods, gelatinous gods, insect gods, gods with eyes covering their bodies, gods with multiple legs, and a few well-crafted by chance, like the human gods, who are symmetrical, or their counterparts, the "Shadow gods," who look human but have entirely black bodies.
Over time, they evolved to appear more aesthetically pleasing, but the only beings 100% designed by the Supreme God are the angels of the human gods. Other gods from different species have their own angels, but these are mere copies inspired by the originals, created by the gods themselves, not the Supreme God.
No one harms an angel, as it would be an insult to the Supreme God.
But where did He get the idea? Why create angels if it's well-known He doesn't care about the gods? Why create something that makes the gods' lives more pleasurable? Because… well… it wasn't actually His idea.
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Long ago, in a bar like any other, gods were drinking and eating, celebrating a certain event that, for now, remained unknown but would change history—not just entertainment, but history itself—forever. The atmosphere was filled with fun and laughter, free of fights or arguments. A cozy, pleasant environment for anyone. Even the most solitary and bitter god could be seen dancing or at least smiling genuinely. No one was left out.
Two goddesses sat together at a table, nearly identical twin sisters, with one key difference: one had blue eyes, the other red.
Nirfa and her sister. The only wife of the God of Games, Crisfa, the organizer of the festivity.
Nirfa was visibly proud of her husband's achievements. Despite being a hated and disrespected god due to his childish personality and lack of reverence for the Supreme God, he could unite everyone and bring them joy. He might be mocked and ridiculed, but one thing no one could deny: Crisfa was the undisputed master of fun.
Even Nirfa's sister acknowledged it, despite hating Crisfa with every fiber of her being. Why?
"For changing her destiny without reason. In about 100 chapters, this will be explained, reader. Or maybe 200. I don't know, just be patient! Tsk. It's not my fault I was created by a lazy, shitty writ— Uwaaah!"
Suddenly, a small meteorite struck the head of the mad god who'd been talking to nothing. He looked like a goddess, dressed and made up as a woman, but don't be fooled by his beauty—he was a utterly insane god who spouted nonsense.
"I curse you, you virgin, shitty auth—! Ow!"
A second meteorite fell, knocking him unconscious.
Back to what actually matters…
"I hate to admit it, but your husband is incredible. He throws really fun parties, Nirfa," said Nirfa's sister, the goddess with blue eyes.
"It's supposed to be a serious, important meeting, but you know Crisfa—he loves doing this kind of thing."
"What did he come up with this time? I hope it's not something perverse and sick like his last invention called 'pornography.' I still remember the brutal beating the women gave him when he showed it off."
"Though the men liked the invention."
"Tsk. They're truly disgusting. Would you give me permission to beat him up… again?"
"Crisfa knows his invention is sick and perverse, but he doesn't care. He just wants to bring fun and entertainment to gods and mortals. That determination won me over. Though I also love his charisma. And his cute, innocent face. And his slim but strong body. His muscles. His gorgeous white hair. His scent. His—"
Nirfa didn't seem like she'd stop anytime soon, which annoyed her sister. A fun-obsessed lunatic and a woman obsessed with her husband—an unusual combination rarely seen in Godferro, where polygamy reigns.
"Stop, enough! I get it… You're deeply in love with him, Nirfa."
"Is it that obvious?!"
"Yes… way too obvious… Well, you're married, so it's normal."
In terms of beauty, Crisfa was… meh. Just meh. Not ugly, but… considering his importance in the overall story, his inventions, and his relationship with the Supreme God, one might expect him to be perfect and enviable. But no. He's not ugly, but he's not strikingly handsome either. A solid 9 out of 10. Attractive, yes, but it's a common kind of beauty found anywhere. His soul? Average.
Why bring up Crisfa's beauty out of nowhere? Because, despite lacking anything extraordinary—like a perfect soul capable of instantly captivating any goddess or Demon Queen with its perfection (Kei), or being incredibly handsome (Kei again)—Crisfa's existence could draw the attention of any being. The very embodiment of creativity.
Suddenly, everyone fell silent, and quiet filled the room. Not out of fear, but excitement. A Crisfa gathering always promised thousands of hours of fun with a new invention.
Footsteps echoed as he approached. What would it be this time? A game? A new mechanic? Something sexual? Family-friendly? Edible? Everyone's minds buzzed with questions.
Finally, he arrived. The main door opened, and Crisfa entered the bar, flashing his characteristic wide grin.
Long white hair, short on the sides, intense pink eyes, and the most striking feature of his appearance: his sharp, white teeth. His famous shark teeth. He modified them himself. Why? To have something that set him apart, as being ordinary was boring to him.
"Good evening! Sorry for being late, I was talking with the boss, the Supreme God! No more crying over me, I'm here now. Yes, yes, I know, waiting for me was tough, I get it. Oh, I'm an irresistible god, everyone wants me all the time, and—"
"Shut up and get on with it!"
"Stop wasting time!"
The crowd began insulting him and throwing beer and food, nearly enraging Nirfa. Her sister thought she'd lose it and attack everyone, as Nirfa had been an aggressive girl since childhood, protecting those dear to her with violence. But this time, she did nothing. Why? Because Crisfa was having fun.
He caught all the beer and food with his mouth until they grew bored and stopped.
A loud burp escaped him as he patted his belly.
"That was delicious! Oh, how kind of you to give me free food. So generous! Quick, form a line, I'll give each of you a kiss and a hug! On the cheek, though—remember, I'm a married man."
"Shut up and show us the invention!"
"Hehe. To show you I'm a man full of kindness, I'll do as you say. Oh, what a generous being I am, right?"
He dodged a chair by leaning to the left.
"Yes, yes, I'm getting to it. What an impatient audience."
He jumped onto a table so everyone could see him.
"You're here because I want to show off… I mean, because I want to present my new invention and hear your opinions to improve it. And also because I want to show off. Hehe. What can I say? We all love a bit of praise."
"Is it another perverse thing, Crisfa?!"
"You never disappoint with your perverted inventions, Crisfa!"
"A toast to Crisfa, the God of Perverts!"
The men laughed and drank, while the women glared at Crisfa with disgust. His body trembled with fear, recalling the brutal beating he'd recently endured. A God of Games must bring fun to everyone, no exceptions, and perverts are included. No one is left behind.
The first God of Games to go this far for his work.
"I'm the God of Games, not a pervert…! And no, sorry to disappoint, but it's not a perverse invention. I present to you: 'Imaginary Worlds'!"
He clapped, and papers appeared before the gods' faces, containing all the details about his new invention.
The invention that would become the most important of his life.
"What's an imaginary world? The answer is simple. An imaginary world is a world that doesn't need gods, as it takes care of itself."
"By itself?" asked a confused goddess, not understanding a thing.
Everything requires a god to oversee what's assigned to them. A god of hell manages all the hells, ensuring nothing spirals out of control. The protector god of humans watches over humans, preventing their extinction. The god of nature cares for the environment. The god of land animals looks after… well, you get the idea.
Everything has a god to prevent life from going extinct, even the ground humans walk on.
So, is it possible for a world to survive without a god's help? No, it's not. A god's oversight and power are absolutely necessary to keep things in check. Humans call it natural selection: species adapt to their environment. But that adaptation doesn't happen on its own—a god ensures it develops optimally.
A world without gods to care for it. Every god in the room, including his wife and sister, was stunned by such an invention. If his words were true, he'd be the first god to create his own world—not only that, but a world without a god to govern it.
"Yes. Imaginary worlds will function thanks to my other inventions: novels and video games. Imaginary worlds will draw from the stories told in novels or video games to create similar events. For example, if a video game tells the story of an adventurer defeating a demon king, the imaginary world will take that story and create a similar world. The demon king won't be the same, but it'll be close. Citizens, kings, nobles, royalty, diseases, crimes, and animals—all will exist on their own. Humans will fall in love without needing a goddess of love. Humans will die without a goddess of death. They'll be good and evil… In short, as I said before, it's a world that doesn't need gods."
Everyone stared at Crisfa, awestruck, mouths agape.
What he'd just said went against everything they believed. Utter blasphemy.
"C-Crisfa… You created a world?! The Supreme God will erase you; that's forbidden!" said Nirfa's sister.
"Hehe. Worried about your brother-in-law, sis? You finally accept me! Come give me a big, loving family hug…! Uwaaah!"
Crisfa ducked, dodging the table she threw at him.
"Over my dead body! And rot in hell, you've screwed us all!"
Panic erupted, as they firmly believed they'd soon be erased for witnessing the gravest sin. But despite the chaos, Crisfa's smile didn't falter—wide and genuine, without a trace of fear.
Seeing him so calm, the cries and complaints gradually subsided. Crisfa was easy to read. If he was worried or scared, it showed on his face. He wasn't worried at all; on the contrary, his pride and joy grew. Plus, it was well-known how much Crisfa and Nirfa loved each other—he'd never endanger her life just to satisfy his own desires.
Whatever Crisfa had done, it would work without consequences.
"You… This is impossible."
"Did the Supreme God give you permission?!"
Crisfa crossed his arms and puffed out his chest with pride.
"Fufu. I already spoke with Him, don't worry. He gave me permission to create them."
"A world without gods…"
Everyone was baffled, still reading the information, trying to grasp how such a thing could exist.
"Is that possible?"
"No… That's impossible."
"But Crisfa never lies."
Crisfa grinned even wider.
"Yes, it's possible, though with many limitations. In imaginary worlds, humans and animals have no souls. Their emotions are artificial. The world is artificial. It can't exist for long… I think an imaginary world can only last 100 years, but that's enough time."
For beings with long lives like gods, 100 years is like a mortal's week. A god living in an imaginary world would get bored quickly. This nearly killed the gods' interest in his invention, but Crisfa was Crisfa—his creation would capture their attention one way or another.
"Enough time? Why did you create this, Crisfa?" asked a god.
"The answer is simple. I want everyone to be happy. Everyone deserves fun in their lives. A life without fun is boring, slow… and painful. My dream is to live a grand adventure, and I want others like me to fulfill that dream… I want everyone to be happy," he said, smiling sweetly.
That smile… barely captivated any gods. His invention was clearly aimed at making mortals happy. Why care so much about mere ants?
Nirfa smiled hearing this, while Crisfa brawled with the gods.
"Uwaaah! Not the face, I live off that!"
"Think about us more, idiot!"
Only Nirfa and a certain bespectacled goddess were moved by his words.
The bespectacled goddess smiled, clenched her fists, and jumped into the fray to defend him.
"He wants everyone to be happy and is willing to sacrifice his own happiness. I truly love him."
"… Hey, sis, aren't you worried about the Succubus Goddess? I don't think she'll settle for being just Crisfa's best friend."
"Aww. He looks so cute with his face covered in blood."
"Tsk. Love makes people idiots."
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"Kei… Kei… Kei!"
"Huh?"
Kei opened his eyes and saw Luna in his room. He was startled, not because he hadn't sensed her presence—since their first meeting (or rather, reunion), he'd realized she could enter his room undetected. He was scared because Luna appeared suddenly without warning, which meant one thing: something bad had happened.
"Luna?! H-Hi. Is something wrong?"
"We need to talk… I need advice."
Most of his fear vanished, and he smiled. What he saw in Luna wasn't fear, just concern. Not enough to panic, but even a small worry from a hero like her was still a hero's worry. What could trouble someone as powerful as her?
"Well, well. Seeking the wisdom of old Kei, huh? Well, well. Hehe. I like feeling like an adult. I'll help however I can!"
Luna found it cute that he said this with an adorable smile, but she couldn't smile back to reflect her happiness. The concern lingered in her thoughts.
"It's about Frima. She's been asking about you a lot. Have you talked to her?"
Kei blinked a couple of times and recalled his interactions with her. After counting them on his fingers, he reached a conclusion.
"No, not really, we've only met in person once… Why's she asking about me?"
"I don't know. She's been acting really strange for a while. She used to be calmer and kinder. Now she always tries to stay away from us. I suspect she's depressed… I acted the same way when I was summoned. I missed my sister so much… What do you recommend I do? She helped me overcome my depression, and I want to do the same for her."
Kei activated his [Double Thought] skill to talk with Drin while speaking with Luna. Perhaps Frima suspected more than Luna knew, and they needed to plan to avoid being discovered and investigate Frima further.
"Well, well. It's a tricky topic… When my parents… cough, cough. My original parents… When they died, I was depressed too. I gained a lot of weight because of it, nearly reaching morbid obesity. My cousin supported and helped me. Cris, a friend I had, also supported and helped me… I think Frima needs her friends' support. To feel some care and love… I'm not a psychologist, sorry. I wish I could give better advice, but I'm drawing a blank."
"What if she doesn't want us to get close?"
He grew nostalgic at those words. There was a time when Kei wouldn't let anyone near him, though it was temporary, lasting a month. Cris kept insisting on talking to him, leaving Kei no choice but to go along, until his presence became vital in Kei's life. Kei felt like a burden and wasn't in a state to talk to people, so he tried to stay alone, but Cris never allowed it, knowing that if Kei got used to feeling that way, it would take a long time to recover, wasting his youth.
"Just don't give up and keep trying. When my mother forced me to kill for the first time, I was sad and cried. I was scared. I'd become a murderer. But Mei hugged me when I cried. My hands were stained with blood. I'd taken a life."
Kei smiled, recalling the hug Mei gave him that day.
"But Mei's hug made me feel better. Little by little, I let go of that guilt… My mother forced me to kill murderers, horrible people, but she also made me kill innocents. I'm a monster, I know, but with Mei's support, I overcame my trauma."
"The Queen forced us to do the same, to get us used to killing. Warriors who obey, no matter the order."
Kei decided not to continue that topic, as he didn't want to share more details. Why? Because what the Queen forced them to do likely paled in comparison to what his mother made him do.
Killing children and babies? Well, actually… it's worse, multiplied by about 67.
"Without Mei, I don't know what I would've done… I think friends' support is crucial for overcoming depression… That's what I think. I'm not an expert, sorry."
"Thanks… By the way, what do you feel when you kill someone?"
She wanted to continue the conversation, to talk more with him, as she felt comfortable and happy by his side, but Kei thought she suspected he was evil, putting him on the defensive.
"Honestly, I feel nothing. Since my mother stopped forcing me to kill, I only kill those who've killed. If they took a life, they deserve death. That's what my mother taught me. A horrible lesson, but that's how she is… By the way, Luna, want to train with me? I'm interested in learning your techniques."
"Sure!" Luna said, smiling.
And so, they spent the entire night until dawn talking about their lives in this world and their previous one, getting to know each other better and strengthening their friendship.
And, well, they didn't just talk the whole time.
Birds sang, squirrels climbed trees, children were just waking up, parents cooked breakfast, and a battered Kei lay on the ground, in a pool of blood that kept flowing from his mangled body.
And Luna? She was unscathed, completely. Not even a scratch. She wanted to feign weakness a bit, to take a few hits and make Kei feel good, but that would be like lying, and she didn't want to. And if Kei caught her doing it, her honor and dignity would shatter.
"Q-quite a gap. I r-really can't compare to you, Luna."
"Sorry, I went overboard!"
"D-don't worry, this'll help me improve… Thanks."
Kei closed his eyes and sighed.
It might seem like humiliation, a total defeat, but…
"Awesome! I could see Luna's attacks in slow motion! I could perfectly dodge 15% of her attacks! I'm improving! Thanks, Luna!" Kei thought.
He didn't say it aloud, as he wanted to avoid Luna seeing him as a threat.
By the way, since Luna was linked with Fravi as a hero, Fravi could see Kei and had been spying on him the whole time. Kei knew this, which is why he fought with an outdated fighting style he no longer used, but Fravi couldn't care less about his fighting style. She was after something else.
"Kei!"
Heat burned her core, searing her from within, as she watched her beloved Kei's battered body sprawled on the ground like a fallen warrior after an epic (humiliating, rather) battle. The blood dripping from his wounds, his sweat-soaked body, the way his muscles tensed as he tried to move—everything about him was provocative to her.
"You lost, but you're so… so perfect! You're fucking irresistible!"
Fravi was masturbating while watching Kei. Her restless hands moved on instinct. Her eyes couldn't tear away from him. The curve of his jaw, taut with pain, his disheveled hair, the glint in his eyes that, despite defeat, showed no surrender—only enthusiasm. Every detail sparked her desire. It wasn't just his strength, resilience, or even his physical appeal. What ignited Fravi most was that blend of unyielding vulnerability and determination.
Her mind filled with fantasies. She imagined approaching him, kneeling beside him, and licking the blood from his face with the tip of her tongue. Tasting the saltiness of his skin while her hands explored every inch of him. Grabbing his hair and pulling gently to force him to look at her, seeing desire blaze in his eyes.
"Kei…"
Slowly, the room filled with illusions. A Kei gripping her hips, a Kei caressing her thighs, one whispering in her ear, another licking the tips of her toes. More appeared, trying to pleasure her. Touching her buttocks, her intimate areas, her breasts, nipples, neck, abdomen, navel, kissing her, but…
"Kei…" she whispered, a purr dripping with lust.
She reached climax, but none of those Keis could give her pleasure—nothing. Only watching the real Kei gave her the satisfaction she craved. None could replicate even a fraction of that pleasure.
Her body tensed, a moan escaped her throat, and the illusions vanished, leaving her alone.
Her body trembled with pleasure, but another feeling consumed her: hatred.
Luna was helping Kei to his feet, holding his hand—the hand Fravi considered hers.
Nothing compared to the original, and she was fed up with settling for cheap copies.
"My love, please treat me well," she said with a wide smile.
And a new plan began.