Chapter 132: Goddess Cambrian (1)

Boom!

“Kugh!”

A strikingly handsome man clad in golden armor collapsed in a wreck, defeated in a single blow.

“This can’t be happening! Even the king stands no chance!”

“What kind of power is this? Strength that perfectly matches her beauty!”

Her strength, capable of easily overwhelming the Titan’s successor and the newly crowned king, left everyone speechless.

“So weak.”

The goddess, who had dominated the master of Titanomachia—a war hero and the king of the gods—wore an expression of disappointment. 

She had expected more from a king chosen by fate, only to find him utterly lacking.

He was far beneath the grandeur she sought.

“I’m leaving.”

Though the shattered body of the king of gods twitched miserably on the ground, no one paid him any heed. 

All the gods and angels present, regardless of age or gender, could only turn their gazes toward the departing goddess of beauty, their faces flushed as they watched her walk away.

***

Back in her domain, the goddess reclined casually on a lavishly adorned throne. 

It was the masterpiece of the world’s finest blacksmith god, crafted with divine essence to win her favor, yet to her, it was nothing more than a comfortable chair.

“To defeat the king of gods in a single strike! Truly, you are unparalleled, Lady Cambrian!”

An angel, one of the highest-ranking Seraphim, sang her praises with an excited expression, their voice filled with reverence.

“If you so desire, all the gods would bow before you and accept you as their new ruler right this instant!”

“I’m not interested.”

Her face betrayed a lack of enthusiasm. 

Nothing in this realm could reach the heights she desired or stimulate her to the extent she craved.

Beauty and wisdom had long lost their meaning.

“…I’m so bored I could die.”

If the being hailed as the strongest among gods was so pitiful, then it seemed there was no equal to her in existence.

Sending away all her angels and servants, the goddess conjured a mirror with her divine essence.

“Only I am the most noble in this world.”

In the mirror, the reflection of the one she longed for—a being as strong and noble as she, and worthy of her—gazed back at her.

“Only you can be my equal.”

A faint blush bloomed on her cheeks. 

Had any other god seen this, they would have been utterly shocked to learn that the goddess Cambrian could express emotion.

This was her deepest, most secret truth.

“If only you existed in reality…”

But it was a love that could never be.

Born as a god in her previous life, she had perished too soon and reincarnated under twisted circumstances, emerging as the mightiest of beings. 

Her overwhelming strength at birth was both a blessing and a curse.

The goddess pressed her cheeks against the mirror, harboring a secret, unattainable love for herself.

“So… you’re telling me that you are my distant reincarnation? That this body I now awaken in is your vessel?”

–That’s about right.

The soul of the distant past goddess shook her head in confusion as she settled into my body. 

It was no surprise—this was far from an easy situation to grasp, even for someone as wise as she was.

I gazed into the layered fragments of my soul, reflecting on the first of my lives.

The first incarnation, called the son of the Demon God, had died before forming a proper sense of self. 

Although a direct descendant of a god and inherently divine, I had perished within the Demon God’s womb without ever developing a true consciousness.

As such, the first of my fully realized divine incarnations was the life after that—this goddess now struggling within my flesh.

‘It seems the Demon God and the [System] never anticipated things would turn out like this.’

The Demon God’s original plan had been to guide me into achieving full divinity, awakening my first divine self. 

Had things gone as intended, my consciousness would have succumbed, and the persona of the Demon God’s offspring would have taken over.

‘But regardless, the fact remains—I’ve lost control of my body to my past incarnation.’

The backup function I gained through crafting my title prevented my identity from being overwritten by my past life, but it offered no means to reclaim control outright. 

With our souls intertwined, erasing her entirely would require obliterating her powerful, intact divine essence—something far beyond my ability.

Manifesting my soul into a tangible form, I hovered above my physical body, deep in thought.

“I see. I roughly understand the situation now.”

The goddess—or rather, the soul now inhabiting my body—looked up and met my eyes.

“You are called Albus, yes? I am Cambrian, goddess of beauty and wisdom.”

In that brief moment of clarity within the layered consciousness, I glimpsed fragments of her past self. 

I saw enough to understand what kind of goddess she had been in her previous life.

Once her awareness fully took hold, though, those glimpses would vanish.

Staring at the unfamiliar goddess inhabiting my own face was an unsettling experience. 

Even so, she smiled faintly as she looked at me.

“I never thought I’d be resurrected like this.”

Her words made my heart sink.

The information I had about her was sparse, limited to the moment she awakened.

I couldn’t tell if she would return my body to me or revel in her newfound resurrection.

If she decided to indulge in this second life without giving my body back, things would get complicated.

‘I just hope she doesn’t do anything strange with my body and gives it back soon.’

I placed a hand on the shoulder of the perverted goddess, who was peeking into my pants.

“Hmm. Are you embarrassed by this? It’s the first time this body has seen such a thing, but with this size, I believe you can be quite proud.”

Was she truly a goddess? 

Her behavior was almost too much to handle.

“But you know,” she continued. “It seems like you’ve completely lost control over this body.”

She flashed a playful smile—my face, wearing her expression.

‘Hey, you’re not seriously—’

“Why should I return this body to you when I’ve fully resurrected in it?”

A divine presence enveloped my body.

The skin and bones of my face trembled and shifted, rising with a radiant glow.

The goddess, who had taken over my body, used the divinity within me to reshape my flesh.

Before I realized it, the body I had known so well had transformed into the dazzling form of a goddess.

“Why would I?”

She, whose beauty surpassed even the title of a goddess of beauty, looked at me with a wicked smile.

My vision darkened.

Though my mind had been clouded by the chaos of her resurrection, seeing her soul in its full form cleared it all away.

I hadn’t imagined she would not only resurrect as a god but also seize this perfect opportunity.

Wait, no, this is bad.

***

Cambrian quickly stifled her reaction, her tongue halting its reflexive lick. 

Her face remained stoic.

She couldn’t let it show.

She absolutely couldn’t let the prey before her notice.

The ideal she had never encountered in her eternal life as a god was now standing right in front of her.

Another version of herself.

And now, conveniently, with the opposite gender.

Cambrian felt her soul shiver.

‘I just hope she doesn’t do anything strange with my body and gives it back soon.’

“Hmm. Are you embarrassed by this? It’s the first time this body has seen such a thing, but with this size, I believe you can be quite proud.”

Her words were unexpectedly vulgar, completely out of character for her.

The sight of her reacting as his reincarnated ideal made it almost unbearable to resist.

No.

She had to endure.

Getting carried away and acting rashly wouldn’t accomplish anything.

It had to be gradual.

Step by step, little by little, she had to make him hers.

The fragmented memories left in his body revealed that he had many companions besides this form.

She would show him that those companions were nothing compared to her, the only equal partner he could ever have.

She would make him completely dependent on her, unable to live without her.

In the past, she had never desired to captivate anyone, finding the attention of infatuated suitors annoying.

‘Now, though, I’m actually grateful.’

Cambrian reconstructed the body with divine power.

She reshaped it into the form of her own soul.

The goddess of beauty, whose mere presence made the gods blush, was reborn.

The one and only, most precious being in this universe.

Another version of her, the only one worthy of being her partner.

Though she fully intended to return the body, the despairing look on his face was so adorable that she couldn’t help but smile.