Brand New Life Online: Rise Of The Goddess Of Harvest

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“You don’t know ANYTHING about who I truly am! Hahaha… I am Lord Chaos, my papa’s daughter! Heir of Chaos Gate! Kireina!”

“T-The Heir of Chaos Gate?!” Olivia gasped, stumbling back. “W-Why is she like this?!”

“Chaos Gate?” Ninsun asked, her eyebrows twitching. “That organization that has been tormenting Japan for so long?”

“Not just Japan. They’ve spread branches across the entire world. How is the boss’s own daughter here?!” Olivia demanded, her voice rising in disbelief. “I can’t believe it—wait, what even is she?!”

Kireina trembled under the overwhelming radiance of Ninsun, but as she forced her “true self” to surface beneath her skin, she began adapting to the searing pain. Her body swelled, growing larger and larger.

“Do you know who my mother was? She was what my skin is made of… A Darkwood Fae. But oh boy… I am so much more than that!”

With a wicked smile, she pressed her hands together, grasping the empty space between them and twisting it violently.

FLUOSH!

“I am the antithesis of both humanity and divinity, descendant of a being from a planet where your kind has never existed.”

Crack… crack…!

“We are known as… Spawns of Chaos.”

CRASH!

BOOOMMM!!!

The entire Divine Domain shattered before Olivia and Ninsun’s disbelieving eyes. All their effort, wasted in an instant.

They could never have imagined that the master would prove stronger than the heroic spirit itself.

“Foreigner, are you okay?”

Foreigner stared at Kireina’s monstrous form—still vaguely humanoid, yet far more twisted—now stripped of her outer shell. The revelation of her true nature as an Outer Entity left him visibly fascinated.

“I see you’ve finally shown your true form, Master…”

He rose steadily in the middle of the void, as though nothing had touched him. His shadow writhed violently, erupting into countless writhing tentacles that coiled around him.

“Only temporarily…” Kireina smiled. “You know, Foreigner consumes an incredible amount of mana. Good thing I have more than enough to let him do whatever he wants. Hahahaha!”

She laughed wildly, spreading her arms as her body continued to expand. Foreigner channeled his sorcery into her, recognizing her as an “Outer One” to a terrifying degree.

Her form swelled without end. From her stomach, a colossal vertical maw tore open, unleashing a storm of lashing tongues and tentacles that surged toward them.

“Ninsun!” Olivia cried.

“I suppose we never stood a chance,” Ninsun said with a bitter smile. “Nonetheless…”

She summoned a golden staff blazing with blinding light and unleashed hundreds of radiant beams. The attacks only slowed Kireina, who had become a living catalyst, amplifying Foreigner’s spells to even greater heights.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Still, it was enough. The brief opening gave them the precious seconds they needed to flee.

How?

On the back of the White Bull, of course.

“They’re running?!” Kireina hissed, clicking her tongue as she warped space itself.

Foreigner responded by spreading his Domain of Void, attempting to trap them once more in an inescapable dimension.

Yet the dimension shattered instantly as the White Bull smashed through it with his gleaming golden horns.

And then—

“RETURN!”

Foreigner and Kireina’s voices fused into one as the entire Dream Realm shuddered violently.

Their darkness was so immense it twisted the realm into something even more alien and nightmarish.

In the distance, Olivia glimpsed it.

Something else had awakened.

“GYAAAAAHHHHH!”

A mountain-sized monstrosity—a colossal sphere of pure nightmare energy, bearing a single blazing red eye and countless thrashing tentacles—crashed into Kireina and Foreigner.

CRAAAASH!

“What is this thing?!” Kireina groaned. “Foreigner, did you summon it?! It’s attacking me!”

“My apologies, Master. It seems your Primordial Chaos Body is simply too irresistible for the entities of this realm. They all want a bite,” Foreigner laughed.

“This is no laughing matter!” Kireina roared, raising her massive hands.

“Sword of Chaos, Pillar of Malevolence!”

RUMBLE!

A gigantic sword of pure darkness materialized from nothingness and sliced the nightmare monstrosity cleanly in two.

SLAAASH!

BOOOMMM!!!

Kireina waved her enormous hands, clearing the dust to reveal her body completely unharmed. Her six crimson eyes narrowed as they pierced the black void. Traces of divine golden threads still lingered.

“They escaped…” she muttered. “They went far away…”

“Shall we pursue them?” Foreigner asked. “If I invoke the Gate of the Abominable Truth—Yog-Sothoth—”

“No,” Kireina said, shaking her head. She rapidly shrank back to her original size as fresh skin and muscle regrew over her body in seconds. “Use it to take us home, Foreigner.”

“…Yes.”

Foreigner obeyed without further question. Using the same power that could have tracked Olivia, he conjured a monstrous cosmic gate formed entirely of black tentacles, twitching eyes, and pulsating flesh. Its jagged teeth made it clear this was the maw of some greater entity.

As Kireina stepped out of the Dream Realm, she arrived at her family’s grand palace. A line of butlers and maids of every shape and size bowed deeply in greeting.

“Welcome back, Lady Kireina.”

“Haaa… What a tiring night. Is my bath ready?”

Two beautiful maids stepped forward. One had long blue hair tied in a sleek ponytail, slender and elegant. The other was taller and more muscular, with striking blonde hair styled in perfect drills. They were Ismene and Acelina, respectively—both from ancient Swedish knight families.

“Yes, young lady.”

“Your medicinal bath is prepared. Dinner as well.”

Despite their lovely appearances, both women radiated immense aura from their unique Knight Cultivation Arts.

“Good…” Kireina yawned, casually discarding her dress and slipping naked into the dark red blood bath. “We gathered enough materials tonight.”

“Was your fight in the Holy War fruitful?” one of the maids asked.

“Hm…” Kireina glanced at Foreigner, who had manifested behind her as a living shadow. “What do you think, Foreigner?”

“It was a truly incredible experience,” he replied. “I understand my powers better now. We may have failed to eliminate them, but they had no means to defeat us either. They could only run. Next time, they will not have that luxury.”

“Excellent,” Kireina said, crossing her legs with a satisfied smile. “I want a massage. And bring me more blood—hurry!”

As she grinned mischievously, the servants brought forth large gallons of human blood, which she drank like fine wine.

“Haaaa~ It was fun!” she sighed, gently stroking her belly. “I wonder what else this Holy War will bring to my life?”

There, a grail-shaped dark purple tattoo glowed brightly.

“One step at a time… right, Foreigner?” she chuckled. “One step at a time…”

She gazed at the moonlight streaming through the windows and smiled bitterly.

“Right, Mother?”

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