Village Head's Debauchery

Two days later,

Orion stood in the air with two children in his hands. Anara, Saria, Dariya and Malaia beside

him.

He looked down at the magnificent buildings, small and large, with distinct architectural designs that complemented one another. At the centre stood one towering building stretching high into the sky, surrounded by a sprawling metropolis on the land once occupied by Vylkr vines.

This city was built by the combined efforts of each race from Paradise and a few from the Runaway Cities. Its architecture was both beautiful and complex, reflecting their collaboration.

This was Paradise's first city on the land they had reclaimed from the Vylkr vines.

"Wow! It's so cool!" Grace exclaimed, her large round eyes gazing at the city below. "Isn't it beautiful, Nash?" she added, turning her head to the side to look at the boy in Orion's arms, who looked nearly a year old.

Nash was Ayla's son, the family's firstborn son and fourth child.

Nash stared curiously at the city below, his wide eyes filled with wonder as he babbled in baby talk to Grace as if they shared a language only they could understand.

Orion balanced his responsibilities by making time to care for his children and maintaining a work-life balance as the Supreme Leader of Paradise. Whenever work became too demanding, he delegated tasks to ensure he could spend time with his family.

He knew the dangers of focusing solely on building Paradise without nurturing his family. He had willingly chosen this beautiful life.

"Let's go down for a closer look," Orion said, descending toward the ground.

Anara, Saria, Dariya, and Malaia followed suit.

They strolled around the city, still under construction, their presence attracting numerous gazes, especially from the gods' chosens and warriors from the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise and Trekking Flamingo Runaway City, who recognized the Supreme Leader and his family.

As those from Paradise bowed to them, others followed, bowing their heads respectfully.

...

Twenty minutes later, Orion and the others ascended, returning to Paradise.

CRACCKLEE!! CRACCKLEE!!!

Suddenly, dark swirling clouds gathered above, and violent arcs of lightning streaked through the sky. The earth below began to tremble as powerful tremors shook the region as though strained by an invisible force.

Orion, Anara, Saria, Dariya, and Malaia halted immediately, their expressions turning grim as they processed the sudden turn of events.

Below, the gods' chosens and warriors rose into the sky, while others rushed back to their Runaway Cities for protection.

"What's going on?" Orion muttered, his expression tense as he sensed divine energy suffocating the atmosphere. A spine-chilling tingle ran through his body, making his hair stand on end. Alongside it, he sensed the familiar dense Vylkr energy.

Orion was unsure what was happening. The only explanations he could think of were that another dual Vylkr and divine energy artefact were being formed or Paradise was about to be attacked.

If it were the former, it meant Paradise was about to face another disaster due to the emergence of new Vylkr spawns. If it were the latter, they had miscalculated and were about to be attacked by a multitude of Vylkr spawns or, worse, those seeking revenge for the unknown woman they had killed.

Regardless of the cause, one thing was clear:

Paradise was in danger!

"We'll return to the manor with Grace and Nash to inform the others about the situation,"

Anara said, sensing the mounting danger along with the others.

She gently took Grace from Orion while Saria took Nash into her arms.

"Take care, Daddy," Grace said anxiously, her worried eyes locked onto Orion.

"I will," Orion responded, planting a kiss on her golden forehead. He did the same for Nash, then briefly kissed his wives on their lips.

Anara, Saria, Malaia, and Dariya nodded at him, their expressions filled with worry and anxiety, before turning and soaring back toward Paradise.

Now alone, Orion scanned his surroundings with a sharp glint in his eyes. He might not be able to go toe-to-toe with divine beings, but he could devise a plan to mitigate the chaos

about to unfold.

BANGG!! BANNGG!!

Suddenly, the earth began to groan and crack, chunks of stone levitating off the ground and destroying a significant portion of the city as though gravity had momentarily reversed.

The dreadful phenomenon was unlike anything Orion had ever experienced, deepening his suspicion that they were under attack.

Orion turned, noticing several familiar signatures approaching rapidly.

It was Seth and the former Village Chief Brane!

They quickly arrived beside him.

"What's going on? Are we under attack?" Seth asked, his tone and expression solemn as he surveyed the destruction around them.

"I'm not sure," Orion replied, shaking his head. "Either this is an unknown phenomenon, one that neither the former Patriarch Rylan nor the Runaway Cities possess any knowledge of, or Paradise has attracted another formidable enemy. Whichever it is... it's bad news."

Seth's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as he intently observed the chaotic surroundings.

Orion shifted his focus to former Village Chief Brane, raising a curious brow.

Noticing Orion's gaze, former Village Chief Brane smiled and said, "You don't need to look so surprised. After the research centre created a Vylkr Fusion Armlet specifically for my wife and me, aiding in my advancement, we decided that instead of staying in the village and handling things comfortably until we die, we would devote ourselves to the front lines to aid in Paradise's growth. It would be a shame if I didn't put this formidable gift to use."

His bright smile showed that he had no regrets and was fully committed to his decision. Even though they could become divine apostles to extend their limited lifespan, they wanted to avoid servitude to another divine being, especially after their experience with Naka.

Since there was no telling when the research centre would successfully replicate the Prismerion Divine Apostle crest, rather than waiting and hoping or entering servitude again, they chose to spend the remainder of their lives aiding in Paradise's expansion. They hoped their efforts might earn them recognition from the Divine Mysteries themselves and allow them to ascend into demi-godhood on their own terms.

The entire plan seemed unrealistic, but it was the only path left to try.

Orion nodded in understanding. He couldn't dictate how they lived as long as it didn't harm Paradise. Nonetheless, he realized where Seth obtained his headstrong personality from. Suddenly, a blinding crack of golden light pierced the air, splitting the atmosphere horizontally as though carved by an invisible blade.

A suffocating pressure filled the air, accompanied by an immense shockwave obliterating a large portion of the city below, forcing Orion, Seth, and Brane towards the ground. The moment passed quickly, but the feeling lingered in their minds, their hearts quickening.

Light distorted and wrapped around the spatial rift, slowly expanding as it rippled outward. The rocks floating in the air plummeted back to the earth, causing more destruction and intensifying the tremors. The swirling thunderclouds above became more violent, with feirce thunder and lightning arcs streaking through the sky.

...

This continued for an hour, with the spatial rift expanding to over 150 meters in length. Its height surpassed any structure Orion had ever seen, making it impossible to guess its full

scale.

The Trekking Flamingo and Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway Cities had already been ordered to evacuate as far as possible. Though it might be futile if a divine being targeted them, it was better than staying in place, sealing their fate without making any effort.

Ilse and Aurora had also arrived.

Orion gripped the Crimson Greatsword while Aurora floated beside him. "Do you have any idea what it is?" Orion asked, focusing on Ilse.

"Due to the weakened barriers surrounding it, it appears to be an abandoned pocket dimension. It may have been opened due to the excessive divine energy in the atmosphere and the numerous spatial rifts in the vicinity, but I'm not certain. There's something strange about this pocket dimension that I can't quite understand," Ilse replied, shaking her head.

Ilse bit her lip, surveying the rift, wondering which irresponsible god had left it in such a state.

"Any explanation is fine as long as this isn't an attack on Paradise," Orion said firmly.

He had searched through the memories he'd filtered from spies with his slave seal but found nothing. In other words, even the Runaway Cities were unaware of this phenomenon. "It'll disappear after some time, so you don't need to worry about its presence. No one should remain near it, just in case," Ilse warned, sighing tiredly.

Orion nodded, understanding that it was best not to take any risks.

"Does that mean we're simply going to watch until it's gone?" Former Village Chief Brane

asked.

"Do you have another idea?" Ilse asked, fixing her cold gaze on him.

"Forgive me, goddess," Brane quickly corrected himself. "I meant that rather than waiting since you said it's a 'pocket dimension,' why not explore it?"

"Oh," Ilse nodded in understanding. "Well, if you're eager to investigate a pocket dimension of this scale, feel free to do as you please. However, I won't be blamed for any deaths or disasters you encounter," she replied, clarifying that she wouldn't take responsibility for any crises within the dimension. She withdrew her gaze from him.

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