A Certain Multiverse's Holy Right

Only children make choices—adults take everything!

At this moment, Roy had made up his mind. He wasn't willing to relinquish either Athena's powers or the goddess herself.

Under normal circumstances, this would be an impossible endeavor. But Roy's situation was unique, the kind of moment where the impossible could be turned into reality.

He had staunched the blood gushing from his pores and pressed his temple with one hand, forcibly suppressing the dizziness in his mind. Looking down from above, he locked eyes with Athena, who lay powerless on the ground.

The goddess' amber eyes sparkled with defiance. Though she was defeated and had agreed to their arrangement, her pride would not allow her to become a submissive captive, free for Roy to manipulate as he pleased. While he could claim Athena's body by force if he wished, her heart would remain out of his grasp.

Their agreement stipulated that the defeated would become the property of the victor, but it did not mean that the defeated could not harbor resentment or murderous intent. The victor had the freedom to do as they pleased, but the defeated might still plot rebellion. Even the most loyal of soldiers can betray their leader when pushed to their limits—let alone a Campione and a Heretic God.

The terms of Roy and Athena's agreement had no clause about forbidding rebellion from the loser. Even Roy found such a concept laughable. Absolute loyalty does not exist; no matter how noble or honorable a person may be, they can still turn rebellious, even mad, when their most sacred boundaries are crossed.

"Then according to our agreement, Athena, you are now mine!"

Roy wiped the blood from his face and said in a firm, commanding voice.

"Indeed," Athena replied. "By the terms of our agreement, I now belong to you, Roy. You may do whatever you wish with me, and I will comply. I am a virgin goddess. Though I have no experience in such matters, my wisdom encompasses all things. I will do my utmost to ensure that you derive pleasure from my body. Following this, I will heed your commands.

"...But do not think that I, Athena, will become wholly yours. Once I find the opportunity, I will rise again to sever your Rakshasa head. Therefore, I suggest you kill me after you have taken what you want—lest our next meeting turn into yet another battle to the death."

Athena lay on the ground, her elegant figure rising and falling gently as she breathed. Despite her defeat, the tone of her voice and the look in her eyes were brimming with mockery. She appeared more like a victor reveling in her triumph than a vanquished goddess—proud, confident, and unyielding, like a majestic peacock spreading its feathers.

But this defiance was quintessentially Athena. If she had become servile and groveling after her defeat, she would not be Athena.

Even if she were to lose her divinity as a virgin goddess or her life itself, she would never relinquish her pride. This, truly, was a goddess.

"Don't make me sound like some lust-crazed demon king who agreed to this fight just to claim your body," Roy said with a wry smile. Although he lived a rather indulgent life, he wasn't someone who had to play the bridegroom every night. Otherwise, with his current status, he could have summoned a hundred women to host debauched parties every day.

"Isn't that exactly what you are? Who else but you would ask me to sleep beside him? Who else but you would react so inappropriately to my youthful form? Even my father, infamous as he is for his uncontrollable lust, wouldn't feel anything for a body this young." (T/N: Are you sure about that?)

Athena's lips curled into a smirk, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"You just compared me to Zeus. I don't know whether to laugh or cry..."

Roy's mouth twitched in exasperation as he replied, "...And in my defense, goddess, your charm is overwhelming. I was simply responding to a perfectly natural, biological reaction.

"Alright, enough of this topic. Let's focus on the real issues."

Roy's tone carried a note of irritation. Being treated as if he were a perverted deviant—even in jest—was enough to sour anyone's mood. (T/N: Truth hurts)

Athena closed her mouth, but the amused smile on her face suggested her spirits had lifted considerably.

This goddess… Roy thought, she insists on taking the upper hand in every situation. Truly willful.

Roy shook his head slightly in his heart.

"I won't kill you, nor will I do anything to you. I want you to be my subordinate and fight alongside me!"

Roy made his request.

Athena was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "...This joke is not funny. You want me to fight against the Heretic Gods together with you? You are a Campione, and I am a Heretic God. Do you think we can really do this? Even if the gods belong to different mythologies, they are still my compatriots. Why should I help you kill my compatriots?"

"Let me answer your first question first. If it were a normal Campione and a Heretic God, it would be impossible for them to unite. Their instincts would make them hate each other, let alone fight together. It would be luck if they didn't stab each other in the back during a fight. But I'm different. Athena, when you face me, do you really have the uncontrollable urge to kill me?"

Roy raised his head slightly and asked back.

Athena was silent for a moment. The goddess disdained to lie. She nodded and admitted directly: "...Indeed, the stench of Rakshasa on you that the Heretic God hates is very faint, so faint that it is almost impossible to smell. Although I want to kill you, that is only Athena's idea, not the fate of the Heretic God.

"...That's why I think you're very interesting and special. Even if you die, I'll remember you. Hmm, I'm suddenly interested. So tell me, why would I become an enemy of my compatriots for you?"

Athena was naturally a free spirit. While she was too proud to submit or bow her head, when it came to things that piqued her interest, she could be as willful as anyone else.

"Although you are Athena, if you trace your origins, you were originally a winged serpent. Before you were crowned with the title of gods, you were the goddess of life and death worshipped by ancient people. You ruled the earth and the underworld and were in charge of the wisdom of the sky. You were undoubtedly the highest-ranking existence among the gods. No one could match you. You had the highest power and were the queen of the gods."

Roy suddenly praised Athena's great achievements and her past glory, but Athena did not look happy because she knew that what was going to happen next would definitely be unpleasant to hear.

"But with the emergence of 'steel,' as men began to rebel, you were driven down from the highest throne, and the supreme god changed from a matriarchal earth goddess to a strict father god. Starting with Zeus, the king of gods was born!

"...The ancient earth goddesses began to degenerate and became the wives, sisters, and daughters of male gods. They lost their former glory and even degenerated into demons, becoming monsters that were conquered by heroes!"

Every word Roy said was like a sharp sword piercing into Athena's heart, piercing into her most unbearable past, and then taking root deeply there, digging up her wounds completely.

The goddess gritted her teeth, her face showing anger.

"Shut up! Shut up and stop saying these disgusting dirty words!"

Athena's voice was a little sharp, like a woman's scream, extremely piercing.

Roy stopped exposing her scars and changed the subject: "...The Heretic Gods hate the Campiones, but compared to the Campiones, Athena hates the Steel Heroes even more! So instead of losing your life here, why not join forces with me? You have seen my strength. As long as the two of us join forces, we will be able to retaliate against those 'Steel Heroes' until we cut off the 'Last Steel' and make all the Steel Heroes' plans come to nothing!

"...What do you think, Athena? Is this reason enough?"

Athena opened her lips slightly, a hint of surprise flashed across her face. "... Do you know the Last Steel, the Last King?"

But she reacted quickly and said calmly, "...Your eyes have the same wisdom as mine, so it's not surprising that you know this. Humph, Roy, you are good at speaking. I am moved by what you said. Compared to you, the Rakshasa King, I hate those 'Steel' who made our Mother Earth lose her glory and fall. I hate them so much that I want to kill them all, leaving no one alive!"

Her cold and proud eyes stared at Roy's double pupils, and her charming face suddenly blossomed like a hundred flowers. She smiled sweetly and said, "...I know with my wisdom that you have other purposes, but compared to my hatred for Steel, I can also turn a blind eye to these things and reach out my hand..."

Seeing Athena's sudden beautiful smile, Roy was stunned for a moment and subconsciously stretched out his hand after hearing her words.

Then, the goddess grabbed his hand with her jade-white palm, brought it to her mouth, opened her pearly teeth, and bit it hard.

At this moment, Roy knew that his idea was successful.

Because he made Athena his subordinate, it was equivalent to him possessing all of Athena's powers.

Although he didn't get her body for the time being, he had the opportunity to get her heart.

If you want to pursue a woman, the most difficult thing is actually how to get to know her and how to intersect with her life. When you get to know the "goddess" in your mind and have your life intersect with her, feelings will naturally arise.

Roy and Athena have a goal of fighting against the Steel Heroes together and defeating the 'Last King' together. With this firm comradeship, Roy believes that he will definitely have a chance to get everything from Athena.

I want not only your power but also your person, not only your body but also your heart. Adults should shout out loud, "I want them all!"