Reborn as a Transcendent

Chapter 508: Ah, No, God Above Is Watching Us~

Chapter 508: Ah, No, God Above Is Watching Us~

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Killing intent – bone-chilling and intense – permeated the cathedral, causing everyone's heart to skip a beat. The usually cute Irene now exuded a distant, almost Goddess of War-like aura. The cathedral fell into a terrifying silence, everyone holding their breath, eyes fixed on Irene, anticipating the unfolding events.

The middle-aged man, grinning, felt a surge of contempt. ‘This naive Saintess is so useful!' Confident in his own superiority over the Black-hearted Princess, and seeing himself as a noble bishop, he preferred to keep his hands clean. A gullible girl like Irene was the perfect tool for him to exploit. ‘Hehe, this is perfect!' He relished the thought of the proud Black-hearted Princess being defeated by the unsuspecting Saintess, unconcerned about the reasons or potential misunderstandings behind their conflict.

Irene, wielding a Holy Spirit Hammer glowing with golden light – far more powerful than Yunuen's – did not throw it. Instead, she gracefully moved towards Yaeger, hammer raised for a strike. As the hammer neared, an intense aura threatened to crush everyone present.

Yaeger, instead of dodging, whispered a sequence of words: "The," "Secret," "Down," "Under," "The," "Bed." Spoken swiftly and quietly, yet Irene heard every word. Shocked, Irene's eyes widened, her pupils contracted, and her mind blanked. The golden hammer, mere centimeters from Yaeger's head, halted abruptly.

"You… What did you just say?" Irene asked, her voice trembling with nervousness. The revelation seemed to churn her insides. Was her secret exposed?

"The Domineering Duke Fell In Love With Me," Yaeger whispered. Irene's composure shattered, her body trembling in shock. ‘She knows? What do I do?'

Meanwhile, Yaeger maintained her composure. The surrounding crowd, witnessing this standoff, was baffled and confused. ‘Why didn't the Saintess strike?' they wondered. The middle-aged man also looked on, perplexed and contemplating the unfolding scene.

‘I need to silence her permanently!' Irene thought, her eyes widening as a wave of killing intent surged within her once again.

"Do you think your secret will be safe if you kill me? It's futile. I've prepared for everything. If I don't return within ten hours, your secret will be exposed to all!" Yaeger spoke with urgency, her words cutting through the tense air.

Irene, biting her lip in silence, was caught in a dilemma. Killing the Black-hearted Princess might still lead to her secret being revealed, and sparing her could mean future blackmail. ‘That secret must stay hidden!' she thought anxiously. As a Saintess, the revelation of her secret would destroy her reputation and lead to her exile from the church.

"I… I don't know what you're talking about!" Irene responded nervously, attempting to deflect.

"Oh. Then I'll just reveal to everyone that you're collecting s?m?u?t? novels right now," Yaeger whispered, her voice barely audible yet piercing. Irene reacted with shock, as if her deepest fears were being unearthed. Her greatest secret, the collection of s?m?u?t? novels, was something she desperately wanted to keep hidden. As a holy Saintess, being associated with such material would be blasphemous against the Goddess of Light.

Indeed, ‘The Domineering Duke Fell In Love With Me' was more than just a risqué novel; it was a journey into scandal and taboo. The story began with a peasant girl who had a fateful encounter with a charming duke. After he left her without any responsibility, the girl was filled with deep resentment and vowed revenge.

Her path to vengeance led her through the beds of various nobles, eventually even ensnaring the prince. Unexpectedly, she realized her feelings for the Duke had transformed from hatred to love. Their paths crossed again, reigniting their past connection and leading them to fall in love.

The girl found herself caught between the Prince and the Duke, both cherishing her deeply. However, this romantic success soon turned tumultuous. The Empire itself was thrown into disarray as the Duke and Prince clashed over her affections, leading to her sentencing by the Emperor.

On the execution day, the Duke, wearing a mask, dramatically rescued her. They reunited and lived a concealed, yet content life in the Duke's estate. But this happiness was short-lived, as a horrifying secret came to light: the Duke and the girl were long-lost biological siblings.

After learning this shocking truth, their meetings became scarce. When they did meet, the girl discovered her brother, the Duke, was at war with the Prince. Heartbroken and disillusioned, she disappeared.

Years later, she was found in a completely altered state, having been transformed into a living embodiment of pleasure, far removed from her former self.

The plot twist and the depth of the novel's narrative left Yaeger in shock when she first read it, a testament to the novel's gripping and controversial nature.

"You… What nonsense are you talking about? I don't know what you're saying!" Irene protested, her forehead beaded with sweat. She was struggling to find a way out of this predicament.

"Lonely Thoughts: Please Be Gentle Tonight, Dear Sister~" Yaeger continued, striking another blow to Irene's composure. ‘She knows too much!' Irene panicked internally. ‘How did she discover these well-hidden books?'

These books were hidden with utmost care, practically unreachable unless someone scoured every inch beneath her bed. Yet, to Irene's disbelief, it seemed as though the Black-hearted Princess had been living right there, privy to her deepest secrets.

"Those Years When I Was A Pr*stitute," Yaeger pronounced mercilessly, landing yet another critical hit. At her words, Irene appeared petrified, like a statue carved from marble.

‘Lonely Thoughts: Please Be Gentle Tonight, Dear Sister~' was a tender and touching lesbian narrative. On the other hand, ‘Those Years When I Was A Pr*stitute' offered a scathing critique of contemporary society, portraying the journey of a lowly prostitute ascending to the status of a high-class escort, revealing the dark underbelly of human nature in the process. Despite their differing themes – one heartwarming, the other politically charged – both were undeniably erotic novels.

"Why don't I recite the entire list of your collection right now?" Yaeger whispered menacingly into Irene's ear. The mere suggestion sent shivers down Irene's spine. The sense of humiliation was overwhelming. To Irene, it felt like Yaeger was attempting to bury her under the weight of her own hidden truths.

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