FREE USE in Primitive World

Chapter 178: Chapter 178: Rejection Of the World (2)

Back in the dimension inside the artifact, the connection to the outside world made the situation terrifyingly clear.

The push of gravity on Isylia strengthened. It was no longer just a tug; it was a violent expulsion, a cosmic heave as the universe tried to vomit out a foreign body.

Isylia stopped her proclamation mid-sentence. Her glowing hair whipped upward, drawn toward the crack in the dimension. She looked up, and through the fissure, she saw the sky of Ossuaria turning that apocalyptic red.

Her divine arrogance vanished, replaced by a look of genuine horror.

“No!” Isylia yelled, her voice losing its ethereal echo and returning to a panicked shout. “No! Not already! I just got my powers back! I haven’t even stretched properly yet.!”

Sol, anchored to the floor by his own mysterious weight, looked up in confusion. He saw her feet lifting off the obsidian ground. She was being dragged upward by an invisible hook.

Panic, intense panic and confusion pierced through his post-coital haze. He didn’t care about the sky, the shaking dimension, or even the mysterious stuff that just happened to him, he only saw the woman he had just held, being dragged away by an invisible hook.

“Isylia!”

Sol lunged. He ignored the roaring wind and the cracking floor, jumping to grab her ankle just as she drifted out of reach. His fingers locked around her calf, his new strength anchoring her for a split second.

“I’ve got you!” Sol roared, straining against the invisible tractor beam, his feet sliding on the obsidian. “What is this? What’s pulling you?”

Isylia looked down at him, her eyes wide with desperation, seeing the genuine fear in his gaze. She exerted her divine power and reached down, her hands grasping his forearms, trying to hold on, but her fingers were slipping against the sweat and the sheer, overwhelming force of the law.

“It’s the World Laws, Sol!” she screamed, her voice cracking. “Let go! You’ll be torn apart!”

“No matter how much of a bastard I’m, I still have my own pride, I can’t let my woman be dragged somewhere, even if that woman is a literal goddess!” Sol gritted his teeth, his muscles bulging as he fought the gravity of a dimension. “Tell me how to stop it!”

“You can’t! This place… it’s rejecting me!” Tears of frustration welled in her golden eyes, because no matter how this all happened, it was reality that, they had just copulated and he was the first man since her existence to have ever copulated with her, so she had very complicated feelings towards him. “I am too ’dense’ for this reality, Sol! You opened the door too soon! I haven’t suppressed my aura yet! Now I’m being kicked out!”

“Kicked out?” Sol yelled back, the wind tearing the words from his mouth. “But you’re a Goddess! Can’t you just stay?”

The force redoubled. Sol’s grip slipped, inch by inch. Isylia was rising faster now, dragging him onto his toes. She realized she had seconds… only seconds to explain, to make him understand why she was leaving him.

“Listen to me!” she cried out, speaking rapidly, her face contorted with the effort to stay close to him. “In this Primordial World, the ’Islands’… the lands your tribes live on… are protected by ancient Isolation Laws! They have barriers to protect the ecology from outsiders!”

“Outsiders like you?”

“Yes! High-tier beings like Gods are not allowed to stay in ’Lower-Tier’ areas!” Isylia shouted, her fingers trailing over his hands as his grip finally failed. “My existence implies a mass of energy so great that if I stayed here unchecked, my mere presence would warp reality! The gravity would crush your tribes! My breath would start hurricanes! The native beasts would go extinct just from being near me!”

Sol stared at her, his hands empty now, reaching up toward her. The realization made him even more worried. She wasn’t leaving because she wanted to; she was leaving because staying would destroy his world.

“So the world is spitting you out to save itself?” he shouted, desperation making his voice crackling raw.

“Basically!” Isylia roared, now twenty feet up and accelerating towards the rift. She fought against the beam of light, twisting her body to keep her gaze locked on his.

“Then will you come back?” Sol’s voice broke, worry bleeding through every syllable.

Isylia’s expression wavered, complicated and unreadable, but at his plea her eyes softened. “Mortals don’t understand what it costs us,” she said, her voice trembling with strain as the light pulled harder. “Gods can forcefully enter, but… the price is massive! They have to burn their own divinity to counteract the pressure! It’s exhausting! It weakens them! Usually, they stay in their own Divine Realms! They don’t come down here unless something is… worth it.”

Sol’s heart hammered against his ribs. He felt small, ignorant, and powerless. Gods can descend. If this was true, then no need for him to struggle and get stronger, he could just say goodbye to his dear life. He needed to know the scale of what he was dealing with, needed to know what kind of world she operated in so he could find his way to it.

“Valuable like what?” he shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth, his eyes locked on hers. “What is worth this price?”

Isylia was near the ceiling now, the crack widening to swallow her whole. She looked down at him, her expression softening… a mix of tragic longing and urgent command.

“Things that change everything! Valuable like Divine Law Shards!” she yelled, her voice growing distant but echoing with fierce importance. “Like Primordial Artifacts! The legacies of dead Titans! Or the seeds of a new World Tree! Only things that can alter the fate of the universe are worth this price!”

The light intensified, turning the interior of the realm into a blinding white void. Sol shielded his eyes, refusing to look away, terrified it would be the last time he saw her.

“Sol!” Isylia called out one last time, her silhouette blurring within the pillar of light. She didn’t sound like a goddess then; she sounded like a woman being torn from her lover. “Find me! You have my mark! Do not die, you foolish, lucky man! Grow strong! Find—”

ZAP.

With a sound like a wet whip crack, Isylia was gone.

The pillar of light retracted instantly, imploding into a single point before vanishing. The crack in the dimension slammed shut, the jagged wound in reality sealing as if it had never existed, leaving only the scorched echo of her voice in the temple.

And then, silence crashed back into the realm.

It wasn’t a peaceful silence. It was a vacuum… a sudden, violent absence of sound that made Sol’s ears ring. The blinding, searing light had vanished. The wind that had threatened to tear everything off was dead.

Sol stood frozen in the center of the vast, obsidian hall, his hand still reaching upward toward the empty ceiling, grasping at air where her ankle had been seconds ago.

For a long moment, he didn’t move. He couldn’t. His body was still vibrating, every nerve ending firing with the residual energy of the event. He lowered his arm slowly, the movement feeling heavy, as if the air had turned to molasses. He looked at his hand… at the calloused fingers that had just touched her.

They were trembling slightly. Not from fear, but from the sheer overdose of adrenaline. The warmth of her skin still lingered on his fingertips, a phantom heat that refused to fade away.

He looked up at the ceiling, where the goddess had just been raptured by the universe’s immune system.

“Well,” Sol muttered, his deep voice echoing in the empty throne room. He looked down at his hands, then at the empty space where Isylia had been.

“What the heck just happened?”

His legs suddenly felt heavy. The adrenaline began to recede, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion. He turned and sat down heavily on the steps of the throne, the cold stone seeping through his naked body, leaving him with the realization of what had just happened.

He leaned back, elbows on the step above him, staring into the dark void above.

He was alone. He was mutated. He had just bedded a goddess, triggered a planetary alarm system, and been left with a body full of dormant divine law fragments that he had no idea how to use.

It was all so absurd, so terrifying.

But as he clenched his hand into a fist, feeling the new, dense power coiling in his forearm, the terror faded, replaced by something darker. Something possessive.

“Find her, she said…” Sol murmured, a low, gritty chuckle escaping his throat.

He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes narrowing as he replayed the look on her face… the way she had looked at him before the light took her.

“Don’t worry, Isylia,” he whispered to the empty temple, his voice dropping to a possessive rumble. “It’s not like I would ever let go of a woman I’ve slept with. You’re mine now, and I promise to find you, after all you are first goddess, I have ever fucked.”

He sat up straight, the lethargy vanishing as a new fire lit up in his eyes. The woman was gone, but that didn’t mean he should just go into depression and lose it all, no way in heck he was gonna be like that in this new life.

He looked around the silent temple, the artifact he still barely understood.

“Alright then,” Sol said, cracking his neck. He closed his eyes for a second, sensing the faint, warm hum of the golden tattoos beneath his skin… carved into his very DNA. A slow, feral smile spread across his face.

“Let’s see what this artifact is really all about… and what this new body can do.”