All Chapters of Suddenly i became a goddess!: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I woke with a dull ache in my head, the kind that made the edges of my vision blur for a moment. Blinking several times, I groaned softly, my tongue sticking uncomfortably to the roof of my mouth. There was a strange, bitter taste lingering… and then it hit me.The taste of Veryon’s alcohol.I grimaced, sitting up slightly, only to stop dead in my tracks. My head turned, and there he was.Veryon’s head rested on my shoulder, his face relaxed and serene in sleep. His damp hair had dried into soft, unruly waves, framing his maddeningly perfect features. He looked so peaceful—so different from the sharp-edged, brooding man I’d spent the night with.I couldn’t help it; my gaze lingered. The sharp line of his jaw, the faint shadows his lashes cast on his cheekbones—it all held me captive. My heart fluttered against my will, and a strange warmth pooled in my chest.What was wrong with me?My breath hitched as his lips parted, ever so slightly, and I felt the rise and fall of his chest again

Tae’s laughter filled the room, but it wasn’t her laugh—it was deeper, darker, like it didn’t belong to this world. “Yes,” she said, her voice oddly layered, as if two people were speaking at once. “I killed Eleanor in the past. And now, reincarnated in the future, she’s here again—as Elena.”Elena froze, her eyes wide. “You… killed me? What are you saying?”My stomach churned. “Tae?” My voice wavered. “What’s going on? Why would you say that? Why would you—”She cut me off with a cruel, bone-chilling laugh. “Oh, Kiara, you really are a fool. Tae isn’t here anymore. She hasn’t been for a while. I’ve been borrowing her.”“What?” I whispered, stepping back.Her head tilted unnaturally, a sinister grin spreading across her face. “Tae was just a vessel. A body for me to use. I’m not her. I’m Lust, one of the seven spirits of destruction.”My heart dropped as the air around her grew heavy, dark energy swirling like smoke from her body. Her eyes turned pitch black, and her voice deepened, f

Lust hit the ground first, her body scraping against the jagged, dark terrain. She barely felt the pain, too consumed by the chaos swirling around them. The portal had been a mistake. They were supposed to bring Kiara, but instead, they had pulled in a stranger—this mage, this Veryon.Lust's sharp gaze flickered to the others as they slowly rose from the ground, just as confused, just as enraged. They had all expected Kiara to be there, not him. Their plans were in ruins before they even had a chance to begin."What is this?" Lust's voice was a hiss, barely controlled. "This isn't Kiara. This is nothing but a mage."Veryon groaned, pushing himself upright, blood trickling down his forehead. He looked every bit the part of a man who'd been thrown through hell and back, but he wasn't broken—not yet."I'm not your pawn," he spat, barely able to stand.The others loomed around him like shadows, each one distinct, their very presence oppressive. Lust's hands clenched into fists. She had fa

The burial of Tae was silent, too silent. I couldn't shake the emptiness that settled deep within me, the heavy sadness that clung to my every step. We had laid her to rest, but it didn't feel like enough. Nothing would ever feel like enough. I stood there, barely able to hold myself together, watching as they covered her with earth. There was something so final about it, something that made the weight on my chest even heavier.When we finally returned to the palace, I didn't even notice the halls as I walked past them. My feet seemed to move on their own, dragging me toward my chambers. I needed to be alone, to breathe, to think—though I wasn't sure what there was left to think about.I closed the door behind me softly, the silence almost suffocating. The space felt too big, too empty, even though it was filled with everything I would need. I dropped onto the bed, feeling the exhaustion catch up to me in waves. Everything felt off, like my mind was scattered, torn between grief, conf

The room was heavy with tension as the duke who spoke placed the lantern on the table. It sat there, unassuming yet brimming with the weight of history. I stared at the object, my green eyes narrowing as unease settled over me."This is one of the lanterns Athena used to trap spirits," the duke declared, his voice steady yet charged with excitement. "After her death, they were believed to be lost or destroyed. But here it is—an artifact of unimaginable power, Your Majesty."I reached forward, running my fingers over the intricate carvings etched into its surface. The faint glow emanating from it was almost imperceptible, like the dying embers of a once roaring fire."It's powerless," I said, placing the lantern back down with a decisive thud."Yes," the duke admitted reluctantly. "Its power has faded, but it can be reawakened—if the goddess, Athena, wills it."My jaw tightened at their words. "She's not ready," I replied flatly, meeting their expectant gazes with a firm, unyielding st