Quick Transmigration: Saving The Crazy Villainess 242 Su Luxi 31

"..." Hearing him, even the girl's ears became dyed in pink.

He faked a surprised expression.  "You really did?" The gasp he let out made her tremble, most likely in shame.

A pity he could not cast magic, otherwise, he would definitely conjure a real mirror on the spot, one made of ice, and show her how adorable she was right now.

Anyways, the current scene was already funny enough. Jiang Li roared in laughter and said, "So if ever it's the latter, you just create pictures in your head? Guessing a body part depending on the sounds of water? I, I didn't know. Sorry." Then he went back to laughing.

"You rogued with filthy mouth!!!"

Feeling ashamed and wronged, the Goddess started fuming in anger and like a tigress provoked, she jumped down from where she was sitting. Not long after, Jiang Li was pummeled down on the ground, and the girl's small fists kept descending on his stomach and torso.

"You said imagination?" 

The prophet tried to escape but even though the other was from the fairer sex, her physical stats were just at least a dozen times higher than the mortal, him. He naturally ended up pinned on the floor.

"Hey, wait! You're being too violent! Violence in situations like this means you're guilty. Let's talk!"

"Talk to your face!" She was too angry since the man kept making it seem like she was a pervert! How dare he! Was it her fault that he kept talking even while soaking his indecent mortal body underwater? She was a goddess known for benevolence and honesty! Without a reason, she wouldn't peek! Wait, the logic was still wrong.

The redness of the girl's face did not recede as the sense of shame also did not vanish. It rendered her wishing she could feed the dirty-minded guy a few bottles of holy water.

On the other hand, Jiang Li lamented that his spirit form was not free from pain. But it was probably because no matter her status, she was still a deity. At least, against him whose corporeal body was only that of a regular human, it would be very easy to beat him up. She was several times more powerful physically.

In any case, due to Jiang Li courting death, a beating session occurred. Thankfully, the girl still managed to retain reason and did not use her full strength on him, or else, the spirit which would return to his body later would only be half and weary.

A few minutes later, somehow it ended with the man having to sing serenades and worship songs to her. Of course, he sang while lying on the floor.

He couldn't move his body after all. The Goddess of Light was sitting on the edge of her bed facing the mirror. Even though he was lying down like this, he could still take a glimpse of it. Suppressing his laughter had been a challenge when he noticed that there was a very small box at the bottom of the mirror showing his room.

'So I had been stalked for years again?'

He found the idea so funny. Although he was also aware that if it was another person doing the same thing, he would not find the action cute and laughable.

Jiang Li shook his head and chose another song which he sang faithful to the melody. The Goddess listened attentively. Before she knew it, her perfect set of teeth was peeking out as she smiled and nodded in contentment from time to time.

There was no way to stop time so nearly two hours passed by quickly. Nonetheless, that short moment the Goddess shared with her prophet was a fantastic one. They just talked, he hummed some melody for her. One time she scolded him for not entering her church's choir if he was that okay in singing. It didn't take long for her to realize she was being too casual with him.

'This prophet of mine is so sly. He keeps bringing up topics to prevent me from roasting him on how he crossed to our world and even visited the divine realm.'

Mood dampened, the Goddess made him sing something for her again. She made sure to select a hymn praising her as the most beautiful, most merciful, and most benevolent goddess of all.

Jiang Li could only laugh but still obliged. His current body's voice was different from He Chen's smooth and suave one which was very easy to the ears even when hitting high notes. His voice was the husky and low one. Still, the Goddess fell in love with his singing since his foundation was there, plus he knew even if he was bad at it, as long as he could follow the tune, she would not say a thing.

Ten minutes before he woke up in the real world, he tried to ask about the Creator and how she ended up in this lonely palace.

"You mean if the accounts in those bald heretics' texts are correct?"

"Yeah."

"My prophet, you really are unusual. Your faith in me is not the normal way. And here you are, only asking about something after you spread a misleading story to my believers."

"There's just a reason why curiosity exists, you know. It's normal to be curious about the truth."

She looked at him for some time before pouting, "Well, if you insist. Treat this as your reward for being the first believer who managed to find me."

"Yeah, it's an honor." A chuckle resounded after. The girl's eyes momentarily lingered on his face.  

 'I think I great job making his hair silvery white.'

When the thought about how the hair color glistening sometimes due to the small lights made him look a bit more pleasant to the eyes, the Goddess looked away and coughed.

At times like this when she knew her fondness of this prophet was not normal and that her eyes always unconsciously followed his every movement, she knew she liked him.

It was quite a challenge to keep her nonchalance as she summarized what happened in the dark ages of the mortal world.

The Creator created the world, followed by the other creations like the star, the moon, the various living, and non-living beings. Humans were made last. However, they were the ones to prosper and grow the greatest due to their ability to think and take care of things.

When the Creator realized the human race had more potential than he initially assumed, it was already late.

Amongst them, people with a natural affinity to magic were already born. These people broke away from normal humans, reached the pinnacle of the magic route, took over the laws of the world, created this realm and a community in that realm. Later on, they were just suddenly called gods and were worshipped in exchange for a few miracles. The Creator could only accept them in the ranks. Time passed, and then he gradually realized the merits of having supreme magicians or gods like them helping him supervise his creations.

A few thousand years passed with humans and gods starting to have a clearer boundary of their races. If before as long as one exhibited potential to be a magician, they would be accepted into the gods' rank, now only those who reached the pinnacle and ascended, or in reality, traversed the divine realm could be called gods. Even so, after a millennium, the number of the mighty beings became too high. The community could not go on anymore without a governing body.

Chapter end