Chapter 69: Succubus Marfa (2)

“How did you know I would come? The great god, Deus.”

A delicate boy sat leisurely, crossing one leg over the other. 

Outwardly, Deus seemed calm, but internally, she was in turmoil.

‘A disciple? A messenger? …Could it be… the actual GM himself?’

Judging by the overbearing attitude, the chances were high that the boy before him was indeed the GM. 

But why?

Had her minor tampering with Rudera’s system during a broadcast been discovered? 

Was the GM here to punish him as Rudera’s overseer and ruler?

“It seems that broadcast was indeed meant to summon me,” the boy said, rising as he noticed the relaxed expression on Deus’s face.

“……”

!!!

Deus felt her face flush with heat. 

Standing before her was none other than the true master of the world he adored so deeply—the GM.

In this mundane life, Deus had finally found something that excited her. 

It didn’t matter if the GM was male or female; to Deus, the GM had always been a figure of admiration.

But now…

‘Adorable!’

Deus could hardly believe how perfectly the GM matched his taste. 

Warm air escaped from Deus’s nostrils as her excitement grew. 

She had the overwhelming urge to embrace this cute, young god with her ample chest. 

But this was their first meeting. 

She had to keep her composure.

No matter how minor the GM might be, in front of him, Deus wanted to maintain the appearance of a dignified senior god.

“Heh.”

Deus forced himself to calm down, flashing a seductive smile.

“So, you’ve figured it out, GM. Yes, I know you oversee everything in this world. I thought you would notice the trick I used in that broadcast right away.”

She was the head deity of Deusism, the religion with the most followers on the continent. 

If there was one thing she prided herself on, it was her ability to present herself well.

“And, as I predicted, you came to meet me. Isn’t that right?”

Deus hadn’t expected the GM to come find her, but she lied smoothly without missing a beat.

“Is that what this is all about?” Albus mused, now certain of his suspicions.

The moment he saw Deus’s broadcast, Albus had called upon a guide to analyze it. 

This guide, capable of uncovering even the identities of Dragon Lords and Demon Kings, had determined that this mysterious broadcaster was the head deity of the continent, Deus.

Albus clutched his head, astounded. 

After all the surprises—Dragon Lords, Demon Kings, and now a god—he hadn’t expected such a powerful player to enter the game. 

What he couldn’t understand was why such a mighty deity would resort to clownish broadcasts.

Surely, she had a reason. 

Someone of her stature wouldn’t be doing this for a few coins.

Although the reason Deus had begun broadcasting was indeed to earn coins, Albus, having heard the guide’s analysis, was convinced there was a deeper motive.

Perhaps she was here to protest the growing number of defections from her faith, particularly after the Miracle Water incident and the recent rise in converts to the GM’s religion, like Canyon.

It seemed like a reasonable conclusion.

And so, Albus, tense with anxiety, had come to meet Deus in her hotel room, never imagining that the great deity before him cared nothing for her followers and was instead obsessed with the GM.

“It’s clear you summoned me as a way to warn me, didn’t you?” Albus asked.

Deus’s smile deepened.

Her delicate lips parted, and Albus, on high alert, had countless commands prepared in case she tried to start a fight.

But what came from her mouth was entirely unexpected.

“No? That’s not it.”

“…Not it?”

‘Alas! What do I do? She’s too cute!’

Deus struggled to suppress her desire to hug the adorable young god standing before her, going so far as to dig her nails into her palm to control herself. 

She felt like she was staring at a small, prickly creature that mistook her for a competitor.

“The reason I wanted to meet you,” she began, ‘I’m not your competitor, I’m your fan.’

Of course, she couldn’t say that out loud.

She wanted to remain the cool, senior god in front of the GM.

“I wanted to thank you.”

“Thank… me?”

Albus blinked in disbelief.

Deus nodded vigorously.

“Yes. You saved those I couldn’t properly protect—[Miracle Water]. I would have never been able to pull something like that off. I’m grateful to you.”

‘More than anything, for creating this paradise called Rudera.’

Her eyes were filled with affection as she gazed at Albus.

‘What… is this?’

Albus was utterly perplexed, as this reaction defied all of the guide’s analysis. 

The GM had stolen her followers, yet she was expressing gratitude?

‘Is she one of those benevolent gods who only cares that her followers are happy? Is she really that loving?’

In truth, Deus was nothing more than a goddess eager to devour the cute young god before her, but no guide could possibly analyze such irrational behavior.

“So, I’d like to give my adorable junior god a gift.”

“A g-gift? No, I think I’ll pass…”

Instinctively, Albus took a step back, a chill running down his spine. 

But he soon found his back against the hotel wall, with nowhere to retreat.

“A special gift from your senior god. Don’t refuse.”

Deus’s thick, luscious lips filled his vision.

Stunned, Albus found himself back in his domain, sitting dazed for a long time. 

The experience had been far too overwhelming.

Never had he imagined that the goddess would… do such a thing.

“Master, I have secured the player Marfa as you ordered,” came a report from the guide, snapping Albus back to reality.

“Marfa…? Oh!”

Only then did Albus remember the command he’d given the guide upon returning from his encounter with Deus: to bring in the succubus streamer from that Excel broadcast.

He had been planning to recruit her ever since the broadcast debuted less than a month ago. Her creativity marked her as a significant talent.

“Bring her to me.”

“Understood.”

Moments later, the guide reappeared in Albus’s domain, accompanied by a succubus.

“Bow before the creator of this world, the rightful ruler of Rudera,” the guide ordered.

“A-ah! Please forgive my impudence, great GM!” Marfa stammered.

Albus, sitting on his throne, could barely see her due to the blinding light that hid him from view. 

All she could do was assume that the GM was there.

“Rise,” Albus commanded.

The succubus hesitated, unsure if it was appropriate to get up in front of a god.

“The master said rise!” the guide snapped.

“Y-yes!”

With a jolt, Marfa leapt to her feet, her sizable chest jiggling with the movement.

‘So this is a succubus,’ Albus mused, his gaze drifting downward momentarily before he quickly corrected himself.

“I’ve seen your broadcasts.”

Leaning his head on one arm, Albus recalled the succubus’s Excel stream.

“The kind that overly engrosses viewers and encourages them to compete with one another by donating coins.”

Lewd content didn’t bother him, but manipulating viewers into unhealthy competition for donations was something he couldn’t allow.

“H-huh? T-that…”

The succubus fidgeted nervously, struggling to respond.

“You’ve abused my creation by twisting it for profit. How dare you.”

“Ha-haa…”

“Normally, I’d banish you from my world entirely. But your talents are too valuable to waste.”

Albus extended his hand, and a golden light enveloped the succubus.

“I hereby appoint you as my overseer.”

Ding!

– You have been granted a new job.

“…What?”

Marfa blinked, noticing a blue mark had appeared in her status window.

“You have received the master’s blessing. If you defy it, punishment will follow. But should you serve faithfully, you will receive great rewards,” the guide explained.

Though still fearful, Marfa realized this was her opportunity—a chance to save her beloved younger sister.