I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

“A God of Light? What an unexpected surprise,” I remarked with a smile.

The God of Light turned his gaze toward me, his expression unchanging but his tone betraying a hint of surprise. “You know of us?” he asked.

Khione had told me about them. One of the reasons she had stayed among the humans was to keep an eye on their foolish worship of the Gods of Light, who sought the eradication of all races except their own. To them, the demon races were nothing but filth.

“Who knows?” I replied with a shrug.

“Then you will die without doing anything to repent for your sins,” he declared, vanishing in a brilliant streak of light.

BADOOOM!

A powerful ray of light tore through the space where I had stood just a moment before, obliterating everything in its path. The God of Light’s eyes widened in shock as he saw me deftly avoid his attack.

I now stood on the roof of a nearby house, gasping for breath under my mask. As I steadied myself, memories of a conversation I had with Khione in the early days after I had enslaved her came flooding back.

°°°°

‘Won’t I become stronger if I scatter my Luck Points to all my other status points?’

The thought was tempting. With over 10,000 Luck Points, converting them into strength, agility, and mana aptitudes could make me incredibly powerful. Just imagining the potential was exhilarating.

‘Never transfer your Luck Points to other stats,’ Khione’s voice cut through my thoughts, cold and stern.

‘Why not?’

‘Luck is intricately linked to Destiny, the greatest of all Deities. What you’ve accomplished by converting your remaining years of life into Luck Points, enslaving me, and obtaining my Skill to absorb my Energy was nothing short of a miracle. It was an absurd stroke of Luck. You shouldn’t even be alive. The only reason those higher presences haven’t erased you as an anomaly is because—’

‘Because I will die in less than a year,’ I finished her sentence.

Khione nodded solemnly.

It was true; I felt destined to die soon regardless…

‘Doing it again will draw unnecessary attention to you. You will once again challenge Destiny. The price isn’t just your life. Adding Luck is one thing, but manipulating Destiny by converting all your Luck Points into strength to achieve god-like power is akin to cheating the balance of destiny.’

‘I don’t quite understand these concepts about Destiny, but you seem very serious about this.’

Her warning was frustrating. The first thing that came to mind was to at least transfer a few hundred Luck Points to my other stats.

‘How about I add ten points at a time each day?’ I suggested.

‘Your status is intrinsically linked to you. You remember the kind of pain you felt during the conversion of your life years into Luck Points?’

‘I converted my life years then. Now I just want a transfer.’

‘It’s the same principle. Gaining points is different from transferring existing points to another stat. Even transferring one point brings significant changes to your body, and your body needs time to rest after each transfer. Doing it continuously can put you in grave danger. Too much change in your body is dangerous, do you understand?’

Her voice was cold, ensuring I comprehended her warning. My death would mean her death too, after all. She stared at me, emphasizing her point.

‘Never transfer your status points unless you are in imminent danger of death. If it happens, do it as I explain now.’

‘Say it.’

‘I repeat, use this method only if you are in mortal danger. The drawbacks can kill you.’

I looked at her and nodded, understanding the gravity of her words. ‘Okay.’

°°°°

“Ha…ha…” I breathed heavily.

Sorry Khione.

But I’m going to die either way if I don’t do it.

-Ding!

-Temporary Transfer Completed!

+3000 Strength!

+3000 Agility!

+3000 Stamina!

I looked at my status.

[Nathan Parker]

Lvl 105

3405

3467

3409

3854

333

10 756

250

My Strength, Agility, and Stamina stats were off the charts, but the power surging through me was already taking its toll. I could feel my bones beginning to crack under the pressure. I had no choice but to end this God of Light quickly.

I raised my hand, and the sheer intensity of my mana made the air vibrate around me. The God of Light’s eyes widened as he extended his hand, which began to glow with a radiant golden light.

CREAK!

In an instant, his arm was encased in ice, freezing solid. With a single, swift step, I appeared in front of him, grabbed his frozen arm, and shattered it into countless icy fragments.

BREAK!

The God of Light staggered back, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of fear in his eyes.

“Who are you?” he demanded, his voice trembling.

I didn’t have time for lengthy explanations. Gathering all the mana I could muster, I prepared to unleash a spell. I had reached the threshold of godhood, and I was ready to cast a magic worthy of my newfound power.

“God-Rank Magic,” I intoned.

The roof beneath me turned to ice instantly, and the very air around us seemed to freeze. The bright, sunny weather shifted dramatically, transforming into a snowy, icy landscape. I coughed up blood but pushed through the pain.

“You!” The God of Light’s shock was palpable.

I smirked through bloodied lips. “Go to hell. Cocytus.”

The world seemed to stand still for a moment. Then, a frigid white breeze swept around us with terrifying speed. When it subsided, the God of Light was frozen solid, his face locked in a horrified expression. The ice statue that had once been his form crumbled into shards, scattering across the ground.

The intense cold vanished as I lowered my exhausted hands. “F…FUCK!” I ripped off my mask and spat out more blood. This wasn’t good.

I didn’t have much time before the temporary transfer of my Luck Points wore off, and my stats returned to their normal levels above 10,000. Suddenly, a new thought crossed my mind.

If I act quickly, I can kill Radakel while I still have this immense power.

Without hesitation I kicked off the roof and flew at high speed.