A Cliché Multiverse Story

Chapter 324 - CH. 331: Submission?

[—Gabriel: Affection +14]

[—'Gabriel' relationship changed to 'Her Love?']

'She is becoming aware of her feelings?'

Asahi didn't think she would fall for him so easily. Then again, she was a blank slate when it came to love. Carving a name on her heart was easier since she wasn't opposed to love.

'This innocent and sexy angel is out for my heart, huh.'

Asahi brushed Gabriel's forehead one last time and backed off. The Seraph had fallen deep into sleep under the magic of his headpats. He muffled his footsteps and headed out to meet Biblical God. The old man was sitting in his workshop, humming an odd tune.

"You're here," he said, looking over his shoulder. "She is sleeping?"

"Yup. You wanna talk about Gabriel?" He took the seat on the other side of the table. "Correct?"

"Hmm," God nodded. "That child has 'fallen' for you. Will you be fine with marrying her before I retire?"

"I can, but can we delay it until my kid is born?"

He casually dropped a bomb about Saya's pregnancy. God stared at him, eyes wide in shock.

"Kid? You never told me."

"I wasn't trying to hide it. I just didn't have the chance to tell you."

God nodded in agreement. It was his fault for assuming a young man like Asahi won't father a child. "How much time?"

"Seven to eight months probably. It's nothing much considering the years you have lived until now," Asahi said with a smile. "I'll surpass your peak in that time."

"I don't doubt that."

God stood no chance against Asahi even if he sucked the power of every angel in existence. All he had to do was refine Asahi's control over the tornado of mana suppressed in his body. It wasn't perfect yet, but it was a lot better than the day he met Asahi. He was sure Asahi could become an absolute powerhouse if he used more time in training than chasing his wives' skirts.

'Well… I was the one who wanted a person with a hunger for authority.'

He wouldn't have chosen Asahi otherwise. Even after everyone acknowledged him as the future Lord of Heaven, his attitude was still the same.

"Bring him to meet when he is born," God said, smirking. "Could you?"

Asahi looked at God. Was the old man planning to turn his kid into a messiah or something? There was no evil intention in his eyes.

'Does he really want to meet my kid? Jii-chan is surprisingly amiable.'

Asahi chuckled at the thought of the old man holding a baby.

'That'd be kinda cute. Come to think of it, I have yet to choose his name.'

He hadn't given it enough thought. God didn't seem to be in any hurry. After living thousands of years, a month wasn't much for him. He probably lost the sense of time in his workshop.

"What are you laughing about, brat?" God asked.

"Nothing," Asahi said and lazily stretched his arms. "Now, power up your Astral device. I want to meet Ddraig."

"You sure about that? She will explode on you."

God had been ignoring Ddraig's attempt to contact him. Since Asahi was too busy to meet her, he had nothing to say. She would ignore everything he said in her berserk state.

"Yup. I need a good spar partner after this growth."

He didn't level up much, but his instincts had grown to an exceptional level. He couldn't break through her defenses with his fists without using Diva's spells.

'There will be a day when I beat her on my own.'

He followed the process with God until he found himself in the pool of magma. He lifted himself with telekinesis and looked around. Bubbles surfaced in the magma before Ddraig's figure erupted from it. She narrowed her draconic pupils at him.

"You dare show your face after ignoring me for so long."

Her voice was shrill unlike her usual majestic yet elegant voice. She had sworn an oath to him, in return for him coming here. Yet, he hadn't shown up the past few weeks. She was one of the two Heavenly Dragons, a figure every dragon in existence looked up to. Being ignored like this angered her to no end.

"I was busy," Asahi said, giving a small smile. "I have wives to look after, you know."

"Wives? You have wives?" The dragon scoffed, her ridicule-filled gaze looking down on him. "Why do you need them? What purpose do they serve other than pleasing your lust... Being strong is everything…"

Ddraig's eyes opened wide as she closed her mouth. She spoke too much in fury. In fact, all she wanted was for him to stop playing around and defeat her. So she could escape this hell of eternal silence.

Asahi raised a brow, baffled at her mood swings. He felt nothing pity for the dragon woman who had always been seeking strength for the sake of being stronger. That lifestyle was no fun.

"We had a deal, remember? I'll beat you, and you'll serve me."

"Serve?" Ddraig growled. "I said I'll support your Emperor or whatever that thing was. I, Ddraig, the Red Dragon Emperor never submitted to anyone. Not even my lifelong rival the White One."

"A rival who is nothing but precious materials for a top-tier weapon."

"Death doesn't scare me," she said, looking at him with a defiant gaze. "Becoming a part of the Emperor Gear will not count as my submission."

"It does."

"I shall recall our promise if you insist so much."

The more she denied, the more he desired her submission. The sight of a strong woman submitting just hit differently. Even if the person in question was a dragon.

"'Kay. Fine. I won't tell anyone you're my servant for ten years."

"Isn't that—"

"I'll take the gauntlet with me, so we can meet every day. Happy now?"

That way he could meet her whenever he was in a mood to swing his fists.

Ddraig stared at him. He made it seem like she was dying to meet him, dying to catch a glimpse at him. No one ever treated her like this.

Before she retorted, Asahi spread his fiery wings and lunged at her. "Let's fight!"