Chapter 953: The God-King

Lucifer’s strikingly beautiful yet sinister face now furrowed slightly as he regarded his long-absent sister, and the masked “attendant” behind her, with wary uncertainty.

The God-King’s disguise could fool others, but not a primordial Sin Demon like Him—after all, the authority of the Embodiment of Cosmic Law was far too conspicuous, an unmatched power unique to the Western Universe.

But how could the God-King possibly appear alongside this fellow, Gabriel?

The Sin of Pride pondered this with deep confusion.

As the sovereign of time and space, He had once possessed the ability to foresee the future, but that power had been severely weakened since the strike from the Meteorite Priestess; clearly, this scene was one He had never foreseen.

Yet despite the surprise, Lucifer quickly regained his composure, returning to his usual calm.

Hmph, acting like He’s afraid of Gabriel—He’d tricked this sibling—well, now sister—once, so He could do it again.

Thinking thus, He smiled in reply.

“Thank you for your concern, Sister. But you’ve only just regained your freedom—Heaven hasn’t stabilized yet, has it? Would you like my help?”

He was clearly mocking Gabriel.

Yet what He said was true: even though the Radiant Lord had once ruled Heaven as its supreme Angelic King, He had lost, and been sealed away for so long—now, even with His return, His prestige and power in Heaven were a shadow of their former glory.

Reclaiming the Heavenly Throne would not be easy; the other Angelic Kings, once crushed beneath His rule, certainly had no desire to see their old master return.

Upon hearing Lucifer’s words, Gabriel narrowed her eyes.

The two siblings locked gazes; the air seemed thick with tension.

The guests, who had been tense moments before, now exhaled in relief—the witches’ innate love for gossip had revived, and they watched with delight.

Heaven and the Abyss had long been bitter rivals; everyone had heard of the feud between these former brothers, now sister and brother.

It was an ancient legend long circulating in the Western Universe.

Legend spoke of a Creator, the first deity to awaken from the Spirit Realm, who fashioned the myriad worlds of the Western Universe in seven days—Heaven and the Abyss were His masterpieces, and even the mighty dragons were merely His guardians.

But after completing Creation, the Original Lord exhausted His power and was about to sink once more into slumber.

Yet before falling asleep, He intended to choose one of His creations as His representative, to govern all things in His stead.

In the end, He chose Gabriel, and thus the Radiant Lord gained dominion over fate.

But Lucifer, the Lord of Dawn, His younger brother, refused—arrogant and defiant, he led one-third of Heaven’s angels into the Abyss, becoming demons.

Well, that’s the legend—but whether it’s true, no one knows; it seems to originate from Heaven’s own version, and everyone suspects Heaven is merely flattering itself, asserting its legitimacy as the former supreme calamity of the Western Universe by crafting such a myth.

Yet the fact that Lucifer led one-third of the angels into the Abyss was real—many ancient worlds recorded the rebellion of that Heavenly war.

Most people believed the truth was simpler: these two powerful Angelic Kings had fought for supremacy over Heaven, and Gabriel emerged victorious; the defeated Lucifer, unwilling to submit, arrogantly led his followers in rebellion and fell into the Abyss.

Now, looking back, it seemed the two siblings had been wronged—after all, Gabriel never held onto the throne either; she was later overthrown by the God-King and the witches.

Regardless of why these angelic siblings had fallen out, their renewed confrontation now promised entertainment.

The witches were delighted at the prospect of Heaven and the Abyss clashing—after all, the old Three Calamities were growing increasingly active again, and might harbor designs on the witches’ current dominance of the Western Universe.

The witches did not wish their three ancient rivals to grow too close; if they truly united, it would be a major problem—so their infighting was precisely what the witches hoped for.

Unfortunately, this spectacle was soon halted.

A mighty dragon aura enveloped the entire hall, silencing everyone—including Gabriel and Lucifer.

And in this hall, only one witch possessed such power.

Thus, all eyes turned once more to the towering, majestic figure of the Knight of the Dragon.

“Today, I welcome only guests who come bearing blessings.”

Nidhogg spoke calmly, her regal dragon eyes fixed on Gabriel and Lucifer.

Yet both these former apex Angelic Kings felt overwhelming pressure—though they were themselves supreme beings, they now felt like mortals, hunted by a predator.

For a moment, the siblings’ emotions were complex.

Lucifer fared better—he had kept watch over the witch world for years; though not a dragon, and never having experienced firsthand the beating delivered by the Eight Dragon Gods, he had at least witnessed that battle.

But Gabriel, just freed from her seal, was stunned.

After all, she had once been the strongest in the Western Universe; even after losing to the God-King, she remained second. But now, upon emerging from her seal—

Hmm, she now seemed to rank only fourth.

It had only been a hundred thousand years.

For the young witch race, that span was vast—but for ancient beings like her, whose ages were measured in billions, it was negligible.

Witches truly were a miraculous race.

Gabriel grew even more curious about this once-weak race that had defeated her.

Heaven?

Laughable—she had never intended to return.

Though her influence had indeed been divided among the other Angelic Kings after her sealing, and those old fools likely had no desire for her return—just as Lucifer claimed—

But if she truly wished to reclaim the Heavenly Throne, nothing could stop her.

As she had said, a hundred thousand years was far too short—a mere nap for beings like her. Do you expect those old fools to grow significantly after one such slumber?

She had lost to the God-King, yes—but that was because He was too strong, not because she had grown weak.

If she returned to Heaven, she would still be its strongest; after all, this world ultimately bows to strength.

But what would she even do there?

Once, the Radiant Lord ruled Heaven, and all actions prioritized Heaven’s interests—but now that she had abdicated, she should live for herself.

Since escaping her seal and regaining freedom, she had remained in the God-King’s palace; after all, from the moment she lost, she had decided to become the God-King’s follower—even going so far as to permanently fix her gender.

Hmm, there was no longer a Radiant Lord, no longer an Angelic King—now, she was the Radiant Witch.

This was no joke; she had truly drunk the God-King’s blood and been reborn as a witch—though that arrogant brother had yet to notice.

She intended to fully experience what it meant to be a witch.

Yet this young Dragon King’s power was truly terrifying.

Gabriel narrowed her eyes at Nidhogg across the hall.

As the Sovereign of Fate, she could perceive things others could not—such as the twisted fate surrounding the Dragon King.

She was the Sovereign of Fate, yet could not control her own destiny—otherwise, she would never have lost, and would have long since crossed the final threshold to become an omniscient, omnipotent deity.

Alas, even the Sovereign of Fate was but a thread within fate itself.

The God-King had defeated her because He had transcended fate—stepped beyond the river of destiny, standing above it, no longer subject to its flow.

But this Dragon King—

How to describe her?

If she herself was the embodiment of the River of Fate, free to direct its course, then the God-King was a figure on the riverbank, untouched by her influence.

But this Dragon King was the dam blocking the river—standing firm in its midst, unmoved by any flood, dictating not only how, when, how much, and where the water flowed, but entirely according to her whim.

She was even more troublesome than the God-King.

Gabriel felt almost grateful she had not faced this Dragon King in her time—otherwise, her fate might not have been mere sealing, but total consumption.

This Dragon King’s fate had become a self-contained system, even beginning to erode the cosmic fate of the Western Universe; if she consumed the embodiment of Fate itself, she might truly achieve the realm of absolute sovereignty—where all will becomes her will.

Of course, she was merely stronger than the God-King had once been.

After all, the current God-King had reached a realm Gabriel could no longer comprehend.

After her defeat, Gabriel had surrendered the authority of Fate—so the God-King, the one on the riverbank, now held the permission to control the River of Fate, even the freedom to reshape its course—something no mere dam could block.

She had fully mastered Fate, entering a realm Gabriel had once yearned for but could never reach.

She had become the Embodiment of Cosmic Law, possessing the supreme permission equal to that of the Creator.

Such a God-King should long ago have ascended to the omniscient, omnipotent throne—yet for some reason, she refused to truly claim it.

Was it because of that child?

Gabriel’s gaze shifted to the small witch beside the fearsome Dragon King, who looked like a princess, and she offered the girl a gentle smile.

She liked the girl’s attire today—bright as a little sun, perfectly suited to a Sun God like her.

Dorothy noticed the future mother-in-law—er, Sophie’s mother’s smile—but she couldn’t return it; she was too tense.

Her eyes were fixed on Diniša behind Gabriel, terrified that the kind sister might appear beside her any moment, grab her ears, and drag her back to the God-King’s basement dungeon.

No choice—last time, Diniša had already angrily declared she’d lock her away; if not for that sudden emergency that had made her vanish afterward, Dorothy might already be living as a pampered pet in the God-King’s palace.

Hmm, that life would mean being fed, clothed, and carried by her kind sister, bored only by discussing magic with her, sleepy and warm in her sister’s arms—eventually turning her into a helpless, spoiled invalid.

Huh… that actually sounds kind of nice.

Ah, no, no, no—Dorothy, if you keep thinking like this, you’ll end up pregnant and useless! Haven’t you forgotten your grand ambition: “A true man refuses to live beneath another’s shadow”?

The Home Witch quickly halted her mental slide.

Though Nidhogg’s single sentence had silenced the hall, Dorothy felt this invincible Dragon King was oddly unreliable—her regal voice sounded hollow, like a bluff.

Seriously, why aren’t you glaring at Diniša and showing your power? Why bother warning Gabriel and Lucifer?

Dorothy mentally grumbled.

But dragging this out wouldn’t work—she forced a pleading, welcoming smile and whispered secretly to her sister.

“Diniša, why are you here?”

She asked.

“What, can’t I come? Or don’t you want me here?”

Diniša’s voice echoed instantly in Dorothy’s ear.

“Oh, right—you’re holding hands with the Dragon King, having such fun. I suppose I really did come at a bad time.”

She sounded almost mournful.

Dorothy: “.”

The Home Witch’s scalp prickled.

Oh my god, how is she supposed to respond to that?

But clearly, not accepting it was impossible—her divine intuition was screaming warnings: if she didn’t soothe this elder sister today, she’d be directly invited to the basement VIP seat in the Divine King’s Palace.

At once, Dorothy hastily continued transmitting her voice with righteous solemnity.

“Dinissa, you say that? You’ve come at the perfect moment! And you, dear elder sister, understand me—I’d never want my own birthday celebrated so lavishly; I’m socially anxious! This whole thing is just the Dragon King’s doing; how could I possibly refuse?”

The Home Witch began her blame-shifting tactic.

But what she said was also the plain truth—she truly dared not refuse the Dragon King’s arrangements.

“Heh.”

Dinissa chuckled a few times, making Dorothy anxious.

But just as the Home Witch felt certain she was doomed to that basement visit, she heard a sigh.

“Sigh, fine, I give up—you two are impossible. Like I’d actually eat you or something.”

Dinissa said.

“I’m only here to attend your birthday banquet. You yourself said anyone who comes with blessings is welcome.”

“Happy birthday, Dorothy.”

Amidst the Divine King’s blessing.

(End of Chapter)