Brand New Life Online: Rise Of The Goddess Of Harvest

Fafnir had just finished absorbing over five hundred Undead and souls, becoming a massive monstrosity that could easily make entire nations fall in seconds.

A titanic Level 350 Kaiju, for a lack of a better word!

Yet Planta had no fear, she didn’t feel threatened either…

If anything, she was simply furious!

Time and time again, these foes of hers would keep underestimating her, thinking they could get away with everything they’re doing.

But right now she was going to show Fafnir what true despair meant.

{Spiritual Heroic Sword Fusion Aura}!

FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

By activating Gram’s special Ability that unleashed a powerful Aura that combined both Gram’s original powers and the Fairy Queen’s Sword Freyja abilities, even more illusions appeared, all of them pointing their swords at Fafnir at the same time.

“You will not hurt me with mere sword attacks anymore! {Abyssal Bone Steel Armor}!”

Fafnir screamed as he attempted to shapeshift his body into countless of spikes to reject Planta’s attacks, reinforcing the defenses of his bony armor to his limits until his white bones became of silver metallic color.

However, to Fafnir’s dismay that didn’t work anyways!

“{Fairy Queen’s Magic Swordsmanship Arts}: {Fluttering Petals + Illusory Garden}!”

Planta unleashed her powers, stacking on Auras, Skills, and now combining these two techniques.

She went completely all-out, using the same technique she used against the demons that attacked the craftmanship competition.

“{Divine Illusory Garden of Fluttering Dreams}”

FLAAASH!

In a mere second, Fafnir found himself in the middle of a beautiful garden of pink colored flowers, a storm of petals surrounding his entire body.

From being in the battlefield to suddenly being thrown here, he couldn’t help but feel utterly…

Flabbergasted!

“W-WHAAAAT?!”

While screaming, the petals reached his titanic body, slicing through his body. Each petal that hit him sometimes suddenly became an illusion of Planta, cutting through him.

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

“Unnggh?! W-What! What’s going on?! T-This is a Domain?! No wait this isn’t how Domain’s work or are made! W-What am I seeing?!

An illusion? But I should be immune to them!”

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

“Wait! There!”

As he was being cut down to pieces, he quickly harnessed his power and attacked Planta, only ending up destroying one of her many illusory bodies and afterimages.

POOF!

“She has to be somewhere within this domain! She has to… be somewhere!”

He kept trying to find her, but it was completely futile! Every time he attacked one of her illusions, it would simply disappear and more would come through petals, cutting through his entire body.

Eventually, he could only watch as he was being reduced to pieces endlessly!

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

“No…!”

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

“Wait…!”

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

“This is just…”

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

“I WANTED MY REVENGE! THIS IS NOT FAIR!”

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

Fafnir suddenly began to see his entire life flashing through his eyes as he fell into pieces.

His regeneration powers were also simply gone, Planta had infused her attacks with holy light, cutting off his ability to regenerate as each of his pieces slowly turned into ashes.

The moment he was born, the moment he walked, the moment he was raised, the countless political battles for the throne.

The day his mother was assassinated by corrupt nobles that wanted him out of the throne, the day he found out his father had been poisoned.

The endless wrath, the endless rage, the frustration and the sorrow he felt.

“Remember, Fafnir… the only thing worth a damn in this world is money.”

Continue your journey on empire

And the words of this father on his dying breath, as he passed away right in front of him.

At the end, because he lacked money he died, because he couldn’t pay the others, because he couldn’t buy them.

Money, money, money!

Material goods, people themselves.

Everything, he desired it all…

“I’ll take everything from you… All of you…”

They took his family; he took their everything.

He plotted their deaths, one by one, since he was a child.

And raised to the throne through stealing, robbing, and killing.

When he lacked money he staged attacks on the roads against merchants by paying bandits.

“Your services are no longer required… die, trash.”

Then he would kill the bandits so there wouldn’t be left any proof he did any of this.

He did the same things over and over again, accumulating a massive amount of wealth.

He raised to the throne seeking nothing but wealth, because to him only wealth would save him from death!

Because to him only wealth… was everything!

“It’s never enough… I need more, all of them will one day rebel, and I won’t have enough wealth!”

He kept accumulating, increasing the taxes prices, robbing from his already poor people.

Until eventually, his own adoptive son faced him.

“Father! You’re insane! Stop this! Stop robbing everyone from their money! This entire kingdom is in ruins! Everyone is starving!”

It was Sigurd.

“Ah, Sigurd… I knew one day you would do this to me…”

The ancient king, sitting over his throne, glared at him with anger.

“I should have never adopted you… I should have left you rotting on that battlefield… you bastard son!”

“You’re crazy! You’ve gone crazy with greed!”

“So what?! Are you going to stop me somehow?!”

Sigurd then unsheathed his blade against him.

“If I must… I’ll slay you!”

And pointed his blade against his father.

His aura of light and gold, Fafnir could still remember it.

The aura of a hero.

What a disgusting feeling…

“Bastard! With my wealth I am invincible!”

Father and son battled for one day and one night.

And ultimately…

Fafnir was defeated.

“No…! My wealth! My wealth! SIGURD! YOU TRAITOROUS SON! YOU BASTARD SON!

GIVE ME BACK MY WEALTH!!!”

“The Kingdom of Sorrow is made up of monsters! We will no longer ally with them!” Sigurd rallied the Kingdom of Dwarves even when he was a human. “Father has been vanquished, and he will never leave his jail until the day… until the day he dies!”

“OOOHHHH!!!”

Fafnir still remembered, how furious he was, how monstrously furious he was that they took away his wealth from him! The people cheering, it made him feel utter disgust.

“You pigs… I gave you everything, I protected you… I did everything for you, to keep this nation wealthy… and this is how you repay me?!”

“Then why don’t you make them pay, Fafnir? With their blood and souls.”

And the voice of the Fallen King of Sorrow echoed within his rotten heart.

“Ahah… Hahaha… Yes…. Yes my king! I shall… I shall make them all pay!”

BA DUM!

Fafnir grabbed his chest, feeling his heart beating faster and faster.

BA DUM!

He started spasming as he saw black scales suddenly tearing through his skin.

BA DUM!

He felt his soul grow darker and more corrupt…

BA DUM!

He felt his head being pierced by huge horns that grew out of his skull.

BA DUM!

And he felt his entire body mutate and transform.

“UUUUAAARRRGGHH!”

And his scream of agony and pain echoed through the entire mountain as he transformed, destroying the jail and then the castle!

RUMBLE!

“SIGURD! YOU TRAITOROUS SON!”

And then he appeared before Sigurd, now turned into a black dragon.

“I’LL TAKE IT BACK! MY KINGDOM… MY EVERYTHING IS MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE!”

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