I'm in another world, and I start out transformed into Lancelot.

Her tone carried the pure enthusiasm of a young person, and her eyes, brimming with divine light, were filled with a yearning for the unknown. This passion intertwined with divine majesty, creating a unique and captivating charm.

The moment the words fell, before Yuko had any chance to think or refuse, the goddess, who had only recently been born but already held the power of creation, gently took her wrist and lightly touched the damp, cool moss with her bare feet.

Yuko Narukami, the one tasked with saving the world, was passively and bewilderedly led by a girl deity who called herself "Amaterasu" by the wrist into the depths of this vibrant, tranquil, mysterious, and infinitely unknown bamboo forest.

Amaterasu's footsteps were light and had a peculiar rhythm. Wherever she went, the light in the forest seemed to brighten a little, and the breeze became gentler, the sound of the leaves rustling like a low chorus.

Everything seemed to echo her presence, highlighting her close connection with this land.

And what about Yuko Narukami? Her wrist was still tightly held by that soft hand that contained the power to change the world.

The chaotic flow of information and the suffocating pressure to save him continued to churn and collide in his mind, like a maze with no way out.

The Mother Goddess of Creation? The Goddess of the End? The destructive shadow of Izanami... All the clues intertwine into a vast, chaotic web called "Fate," weighing heavily on her shoulders.

Her gaze remained fixed on the pure white figure moving nimbly through the lush greenery ahead, as if she were grasping at the only sampan in a storm.

She couldn't fathom the intentions of this sun goddess, who seemed innocent and carefree yet possessed power as vast as the stars.

Will this seemingly tranquil procession, guided by the gods and accompanied only by Lin Tao and the sunlight, suddenly collapse at any moment, dragging them into unimaginable depths of temporal turbulence?

Will this bizarre journey be a turning point in her mission? Or will it become the prelude to the ancient feud between the gods of creation and destruction?

Or perhaps it was merely a supreme deity's whim to capture an intruder for amusement? Any slight shift in fate could be devastating for her "little boat."

The path beneath my feet, following Amaterasu's light steps, stretched deeper into the heart of the bamboo forest, where the light and shadow were even more hazy.

The dense bamboo leaves filtered the sunlight, casting dappled patterns of light on the ground. The fallen leaves and damp earth rustled softly underfoot, each step seeming to lead into a deeper realm.

The only thing she could grasp at that moment was the warm touch on her wrist, a symbol of connection and guidance, which was also the most uncertain anchor point.

The journey's prologue was abruptly and forcefully drawn open by the hand of a deity in this unexpected encounter. There was no map ahead; one could only follow.

Chapter 151 (4K5) The Newborn God and Her Guiding Star

Sunlight filters through layers of bamboo leaves, casting dappled, dancing spots of light on the damp moss.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of newly sprouted grass and the coolness of moisture; everything exuded a nascent, vibrant, and primal power.

Before this tranquil yet infinitely possible panorama of creation, Amaterasu is undoubtedly the creator who loves it the most.

Barefoot, she led the way with a light, uninhibited sincerity. She knew every ray of light, every drop of water, and every piece of earth in this world intimately, showing them off to the travelers behind her with great interest.

His golden eyes sparkled, as if they held the entire brilliant universe that had just been born. His tone carried a hint of excitement at a new discovery and a sense of pride, like someone showing off a treasure.

Every now and then, she would pause quietly, turn her head to the side, and look at Yuko with a childlike, praise-seeking expression: "Look! Aren't those newly sprouted buds cute?"

Listening to the enthusiastic introduction from the girl god beside her, and seeing her sometimes surprised and sometimes serious expression, Yuko's tense heartstrings were strangely soothed a little.

The discomfort of just escaping the system's turbulence, the pressure of shouldering a heavy mission, and the unfamiliarity and alienation with this overly "primitive" space-time all seemed to be temporarily dispelled by Amaterasu's pure and cheerful voice.

She couldn't help but smile, a genuine smile spreading across her face. This was both a sincere response to the "surprising creation" before her and a way of treasuring this unexpected "journey."

After all, deep down, she had just connected with the erratic system and was told that in order to break away from this "wrong" time anchor point, she would need some time for the system coordinates to correct themselves.

Well... let's just call it VIP travel at its inception?

In any case, every scene that came into view at this moment was priceless to her modern soul, who was used to concrete jungles and fragments of electronic screens.

As Yuko thought this, her mind gradually became immersed in the tranquility and magnificence of this primordial wilderness.

When Yuko saw Amaterasu, who had been talking eloquently just a moment ago, suddenly sit down on the damp grassy slope without any regard for her image, and calmly extend her slightly muddy hand to accept a few wild fruits that had just been picked from a tree from the shy little girl she had just helped on the path, Yuko couldn't help but chuckle.

The distant divine power belonging to the gods seemed to completely melt away in the gentle sunset; all majesty and distance became empty words.

All that remained before me was a face with eyes slightly narrowed from the sweet and sour taste of wild berries, a pure and content expression on its lips, glistening with juice. That bliss was like a piece of amber warmed by the sun.

"It got on your lips... Amaterasu-sama..." With her five dimensions maxed out and a natural inclination to care for others, Narukami Yuuko effortlessly pulled a clean, soft handkerchief from her pocket, leaned over, and gently wiped away the glistening fruit juice residue clinging to the corner of the young goddess's lips. Her movements were practiced and natural, showing none of the nervousness one would expect when facing a supreme deity.

The Creator, who was being cared for in such an "offensive" manner, not only didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but obediently raised her small chin slightly to make it easier for her to wipe her eyes, her golden eyelashes curving into beautiful crescents: "Thank you, Yuuko~" Her voice was filled with pure joy at being cared for. To her, this seemed to be the most natural expression of intimacy.

"The sisters have such a good relationship..." The little girl hugged her small cloth bag, tilted her head and looked at the extremely natural scene in front of her. Her little face was rosy in the sunset. Her childish words were full of pure exclamation, "Just like my mother and father. My mother always wipes my father's sweat like this."

Yuko, who is naturally a bit ditzy and occasionally experiences a delay in emotional processing, tilted her head subconsciously upon hearing this, blinking her eyes behind her glasses as if trying to understand the logical relationship of this analogy.

Amaterasu, who was born not long ago and was still in the "picture-reading" stage when it came to the complex and rich emotional spectrum of humans, also tilted her head in confusion, just like Yuko, and her long, flowing golden hair slid down her shoulders with the movement.

The two moved almost in sync, like reflections in a mirror, with a touch of innocent and adorable silliness. Amaterasu's eyes were clear yet confused, as if she was trying to decipher what kind of affection the little girl meant by "like a mother and father."

After a moment of stunned silence, Yuko finally grasped the deeper meaning of life in the little girl's words, and her ears burned slightly. However, her natural disposition seemed to grant her an immunity to awkwardness, and she only found the metaphor peculiar yet full of the flavor of everyday life.

"Hmm...it probably means...we're very close?" Yuko tried her best to explain to the god beside her, who was as curious as a baby.

"Hmm!" Amaterasu seemed to understand instantly, nodding vigorously, her golden eyes shining brightly, clearly very satisfied with the metaphor.

Being able to share delicious fruit and have someone help wipe your mouth—isn't that the closest kind of relationship? She even thought the little girl's analogy was particularly apt!

However, the little girl's unintentional words gave them a clear signal: the sun was setting, and the wind in the forest was getting a bit chilly; it was time to take this lost little life home.

Following the direction the child pointed, and passing through increasingly dense and dark shadows, they finally found a small, peaceful settlement hidden in a mountain valley, consisting of a few simple thatched huts.

The villagers' heartfelt gratitude upon seeing their child again was almost heart-melting. The simple but tidy mud hut was illuminated by the warm glow of pine fire, and the air was filled with the sweet aroma of roasted sweet potatoes.

The kind and hospitable couple were so excited that they wanted to let these two benefactors, whose identities were clearly extraordinary, stay overnight. Their dark faces were full of sincere invitations that conveyed the sentiment of "simple meals but all we have."

Yuko felt a warm current welling up inside her, but she still politely declined the invitation to stay the night with a sense of apology. Amaterasu, on the other hand, looked with great interest at the simple household utensils by the hearth, curiously touching the rim of the rough pottery bowl as if she were examining a novel toy.

As they said goodbye, the little girl nestled in her mother's arms, waving her little hand reluctantly. The flickering firelight illuminated everyone's simple and sincere smiling faces.

Stepping out of the village, enveloped in warmth and the aroma of cooking, night had already quietly filled the sky. A cool mountain breeze brushed against their faces, stirring their hair and clothes.

Amaterasu stopped in her tracks. She first looked up at the crescent moon hanging atop the mountain peak, then turned to look intently at the traveler standing beside her.

In the deepening twilight, the golden eyes shone like warm jade illuminated by moonlight, reflecting the sparse starlight in the sky and the few warm lights of the village at the foot of the mountain, revealing a strange clarity and purity.

"Would you like to stay as a guest in my palace?" she suddenly asked, extending her fair hand to Yuuko in a gesture that resembled both a solemn invitation from a deity and a secret invitation from a young girl's friend.

“It’s getting late, and…” she paused, her golden eyes gleaming with confidence, “I guarantee you’ll love its beauty!”

The silvery light fell silently, softly outlining the hazy aura surrounding the young goddess. Under the gaze of those clear yet ardent golden eyes, Yuuko could almost clearly picture a beautiful palace bathed in the eternal dawn.

“Since it’s an invitation from the Goddess,” Yuuko suppressed the complex thoughts churning deep within her—about the mission, about the future, about the unfathomable deity before her. A gentle, harmless smile appeared on her face, her eyes, whose sharpness was partially concealed by her glasses, curved into a smile as she readily accepted this unexpected divine gift. “Then I shall accept it. It would be an honor to witness the abode of a deity.”

"Really..." Hearing Yuko's clear response, Amaterasu seemed to quietly breathe a sigh of relief, but then her delicate brows furrowed slightly, carrying a hint of girlish reproach and dissatisfaction. She lightly stomped her bare feet on the soft moss, making a very soft patter, the movement carrying a touch of coquettishness. "Didn't I tell you to just call me Amaterasu... Goddess, Amaterasu-sama... it sounds... too distant. I don't like it."

The gentle evening breeze caressed the goddess's shimmering hair, like a flowing golden stream. In the beautiful night of the dawn of the divine era, that intimate request, that desire to be treated as an equal, seemed exceptionally clear and real. She looked up, her golden gaze piercing deep into Yuuko's eyes, where there lay the pure frankness of a nascent god, and a hint of stubbornness—perhaps not even fully realized herself—for a more intimate title. She didn't want the cold, impersonal title of the divine altar; she wanted the warmer, more intimate name spoken by her travel companion.

The gentle night enveloped this newly born world, paving a forest path for them to reach the unknown abode of the gods. What the future held was unknown, but tonight, Yuuko knew that her journey would reach a starting point unimaginable to mortals—the palace of the maiden goddess who held the first light in the world.

A gentle night breeze drifted through the open windows of the palace, bringing with it the fresh scent of the courtyard's plants and trees, like an invisible hand smoothing away the stillness of the night. Yuko Narukami closed her eyes; the daytime clamor gradually faded, and a deep, tranquil weariness enveloped her senses. It was as if the palace itself was whispering a soothing melody, and her consciousness obediently sank into a warm, gentle darkness.

After she fell into a deep sleep, the heavy door separating the spaces seemed to silently slide open a crack, as if bathed in moonlight, allowing a sliver of shimmering white light to slip in before quietly closing again. Amaterasu, barefoot, stepped onto the cool, smooth ground and quietly entered this tranquil realm that she considered "fragments of stars." Like a child who had stumbled into a secret garden, her brilliant golden eyes were filled with focused curiosity and a desire to explore the unknown as she gazed intently at this wondrous creation before her—humanity—so different from all the gods and the mountains and plants. That warm body rose and fell rhythmically in the darkness, each delicate breath exhaling a unique, vibrant life force.

Amaterasu extended her slender, pale fingers, her fingertips carefully hovering about an inch above the contours of Yuko's cheek, as if sketching a precious, fragile work of art from afar. A faint pulse could be seen beneath her soft skin, and her warm breath felt like a gentle breeze. "Hmm..." she murmured silently to herself, "So fragile, yet so warm. Even in her sleep, she unconsciously radiates a feeling of being alive..."

"Having seen so many things..." A gentle, calm, ethereal voice, seemingly emanating directly from the very foundation of the world, resounded without warning deep within Amaterasu's consciousness, "...I think you should have some understanding by now, shouldn't you?"

Amaterasu paused almost imperceptibly, her suspended fingers curling slightly. Her clear golden eyes lowered, gazing at the unsuspecting traveler in his sleep, her long eyelashes casting a small fan-shaped shadow beneath her eyes. "...Ah." Her consciousness responded with a peculiar frequency, like a newly born stream gently touching an ancient riverbed. "I...I created the framework of this world, the earth, the rivers, the sky, the trees, the birds, the fish...they are all my creations. But..." She gently shook her head, her fine golden hair flowing like sunlight across her shoulders. "But this world...the way it grew on its own...is far more vibrant, more...unbelievable than I imagined."

Amaterasu raised her eyes, her gaze seemingly piercing through the dome of the side hall, looking at the star-studded night sky outside the window, before returning to the warm, vibrant life of humanity before her. "I laid the foundation of existence, but what makes this existence so moving... is themselves." Her voice was as soft as a sigh: "The truly beautiful and moving colors of the world are written by themselves, stroke by stroke... When I saw this, I understood. Perhaps I am not the master of this world. The true masters of this land are every living being who lives here, who struggles and moves forward. They are the ones who give the word 'world' its most fervent vitality."

When she uttered these words that overturned her initial understanding, the young goddess's face did not show the expected disappointment or frustration. On the contrary, a completely new emotion, like a stream breaking through the ice in early spring, quietly formed within her divinity, which was originally dominated by "creation" and "control." The feeling was gentle, full, and carried a warmth she had never experienced before. "Strangely..." Amaterasu's face showed a hint of confusion, yet mixed with pure joy. She subconsciously pressed the finger that had been drawing in the air gently against her soft chest. "Knowing this... I don't feel any sadness at the loss I feel. Instead... it's like something new... itchy, warm... has quietly grown inside? What is it?"

"Child," the voice, like the will of the world, gently guided, with boundless compassion, "perhaps it is time. Reconsider, where does your duty lie as the light of this nascent world?"

This question, like a pebble thrown into an ancient well, stirred ripples in the mind just beginning to awaken. Deep within those golden eyes, confusion intertwined with an urgent yearning for guidance: "Duty...you...who exactly are you?"

However, the voice fell silent. Like a bubble sinking into the deep sea, it quietly disappeared into the vast ocean of consciousness. Only the conversation from before, like an invisible engraving, remained deeply etched in her mind.

Amaterasu maintained her previous posture, gazing at Yuko's sleeping face. The childlike, pure curiosity seemed to have settled, replaced by a more complex meaning. "A new responsibility..." she silently murmured, as if preparing for the role of a new character whose first chapter had just begun.

The hall was silent; the soundproof barrier perfectly isolated everything that was happening inside, like a bubble existing independently outside the river of time. The traveler in his sleep, seemingly disturbed by the profound and enduring tranquility, unconsciously turned over and uttered a muffled murmur, as if sensing, in the unseen dimension of his subconscious, the threads of fate being quietly plucked.

The young creator goddess stood quietly by the bed, her bare feet slightly raised on tiptoe, her molten gold hair flowing behind her. Her expression returned to tranquility, but the divine glimmer that shone deep within her eyes after "rethinking," like the dawn breaking through the sky, could never fully return to chaos. A new journey might begin with this night's innocent conversation.

Chapter 152 The Gaze of the Underworld

Yuko sometimes has a strange illusion, as if she were a box cat that this new goddess casually "picked up" from the roadside.

Amaterasu treated her like a rare and precious new thing that needed to be carefully protected. In that newly born world, anything that Amaterasu found interesting, beautiful, or worth seeing—silver-scaled fish leaping in the stream, strange wildflowers blooming in the morning mist with dew on their petals, even the clumsy yet vibrant clay figurines in the hands of children in the village—would be enthusiastically presented to Yuuko, displayed to her like a treasure, as if to confirm whether the world in Yuuko's eyes was as vibrant as the world she perceived.

The initial dizziness and sense of disorientation gradually dissipated in the breeze carried by Amaterasu's bare feet as she walked across the grass. Yuko never rejected this pure and kind kindness from the heart of the supreme deity. She understood that this goddess named "Amaterasu" was more like a "child" who had just opened her eyes and was full of endless curiosity about the world than the sun deity sitting in Takamagahara in ancient mythology.

As the protagonist with maxed-out five-dimensional abilities, after gaining a general understanding of the era's simple rules through astonishing insight and action, Narukami Yuko naturally began to guide them. While the people around the campfire were still somewhat rudimentary in their methods of grilling food, she somehow found several smooth stone slabs and placed them over the fire, demonstrating a technique called "grilling." The sizzling aroma of oil instantly captivated everyone, especially Amaterasu, whose taste buds had never experienced anything so delicious, causing her golden eyes to widen in astonishment.

Or perhaps it was at a moment when the setting sun bathed the bamboo forest in its golden light, that she simply arranged the pebbles she had picked up from the riverbank in a wondrous rhythm, then bound them lightly with verdant vines, and a small, rustic yet unexpectedly balanced totem stood beside the babbling brook. Amaterasu squatted nearby, her fingertips carefully touching the cool stone surface, her eyes filled with pure amazement and bewilderment: how could these cold, silent stones, when combined, exude such a serene vitality?

In just a few days, the roles of host and guest were reversed. The newborn goddess, who should have been the guide and host, was unknowingly led by Yuuko, this "visitor from another world," and passively came to know another possible way of presenting this world—a more refined and "intelligent" order transformed by human ingenuity.

On the path deep in the bamboo forest, it was no longer Amaterasu enthusiastically pulling Yuko around. More often, Yuko would calmly walk ahead, discerning the direction, while Amaterasu followed closely behind, intently watching her back, trying to understand her every decision.

This subtle role reversal didn't cause Amaterasu the slightest discomfort or offense. Why was this? Such a pure question had quietly surfaced in the heart of the creator goddess. When her amber-clear eyes, reflecting all things, gazed at the figure leading the way, and when that person seemed to sense her presence, turning back to offer her a gentle and serene smile, that faint, nascent doubt, like the last thin ice in a spring stream, silently melted and dissipated in the sudden surge of warmth, leaving no trace.

This didn't seem so bad, a corner of her heart seemed to echo. After all, wasn't everything in this world, whether as grand as mountains and as small as a dewdrop on a blade of grass, something she deeply loved? From the moment she opened her eyes in the void, her entire chest was filled with this overflowing, indiscriminate love. The "surprise" that this human named "Narukami Yuko" brought about in terms of her way of understanding the world was like adding a few more vibrant colors to this vast canvas, allowing her to witness another possibility of the world's "growth." This wasn't a subversion, but a joyful expansion. So, her doubts quietly disappeared, transforming into a softer smile on her lips. Warmth silently and comfortably spread through her heart, quietly burying a new expectation called "companionship."

The tranquil moments flowing through the palace were abruptly frozen by a silent presence. The sunlight seemed to suddenly lose its warmth, and the fresh scent of grass and trees in the air was quietly replaced by a deeper, more ancient aura. It was not the stench of decay, but a pure, chilling sense of nothingness emanating from the final silence of all things, from the sediment of the underworld settling into the earth after countless ages.

The lively lights in the courtyard quietly disappeared, and the wind stopped its whistling, as if even the space itself became heavy and viscous under this atmosphere.

Under Amaterasu's enthusiastic guidance, Yuko Narukami was observing a peculiar fern whose leaf veins flowed with golden light. A deadly sense of familiarity, like a cold, venomous snake, instantly coiled around her heart. She abruptly looked up, her gaze drawn as if by an invisible thread towards the most dazzling throne deep within the palace.

A completely unfamiliar figure reclined languidly on the throne. Long, black hair, like the deepest night, cascaded down, casually falling over her shoulders, occasionally catching a glimmer of dark light. Her face was almost eerily beautiful, her pale skin gleaming like cold jade in the moonlight. However, the most striking feature was her eyes—dark and deep, like an abyss capable of swallowing all light, holding a weary and nonchalant allure born of having witnessed countless changes in the world.

She simply rested her fingertips on the armrest, and the invisible aura emanating from her distorted the space, filling it with a chilling, deathly stillness.

Who is it? Yuko's mind raced. Black hair, bewitching beauty, an almost tangible sense of the underworld... the genealogy of Japanese creation myths... Izanagi and... a name suddenly exploded in the depths of her consciousness—Izanami!

In Japanese mythology, the creator goddess, who bestows life, also becomes a symbol of death after being impure in the underworld. The person before me matches the descriptions perfectly! Although this peerless beauty is vastly different in appearance from the giant skull that symbolized the end, which she fought with everything in that distorted television world, the aura rooted in the essence of existence, the quality that blends the end of life, the deathly stillness of the underworld, and pure nothingness—the quality that belongs to the final destination of all souls—is exactly the same!

That mocking gaze, emanating from the depths of the underworld, swept over Amaterasu with an almost tangible intensity, then lingered for a fleeting moment on Yuuko, who was hiding behind her. That gaze held a hint of intrigued inquiry, and a touch of...amusement, like an elder looking at their own mischievous child?

Under that gaze, Amaterasu felt as if she had been burned, instantly straightening her body, a suspicious blush barely perceptible crossing her cheeks. The sense of superiority she had previously possessed as a newly ascended god, tinged with a hint of naivety and purity, vanished completely. Almost instinctively, she stepped forward to shield Yuko behind her, effectively obscuring most of her.

A rare hint of shyness and panic flashed in Amaterasu's golden eyes. Her lips moved slightly as if she wanted to say something, but then she stopped herself, only offering Izanami an awkward smile that was a mixture of nervousness and guilt. She was like a child who had been caught hiding a treasure, eager to explain to her "parents," but clumsily thinking of hiding the "treasure" first.

Izanami remained silent. Her playful gaze swept over Amaterasu's awkward smile, then slowly moved over the latter's shoulder, landing on Yuko, whose forehead was only partially visible and whose eyes were filled with wariness. That gaze seemed to see through all her little thoughts, including Amaterasu's childish possessiveness, as well as the alarm bells and hostility bubbling up in Yuko's heart.

A bizarre sense of déjà vu struck Yuuko hard. The eerie and subtle atmosphere, Amaterasu's guilty expression—as if she wanted to shrink into a ball but was forcing herself to maintain a facade—Izanagi's ambiguous smile... This scene didn't resemble a majestic creator goddess inspecting the hall of a newly born deity! It was clearly... clearly two young lovers, just beginning to develop feelings and still in the ambiguous stage, tentatively testing each other in a corner, their feelings unclear and uncertain, when their parents, who should have been miles away, had the misfortune of pushing open the door and catching them red-handed! Amaterasu's instinctive, hurried attempt to block them only amplified the awkwardness of their secret being exposed, making it practically identical to a scene from a third-rate idol drama.

Chapter 153 Please entrust Lady Amaterasu to me with peace of mind.

The air inside the temple seemed to freeze.

The last golden rays of the setting sun pierced through the high-hanging window frame, casting long shadows on the smooth jade floor, making the figure seated on the central throne appear even more mysterious and unpredictable.

Izanami—the creator goddess who returned from the underworld—slightly tilted her head, her eyes, which seemed to contain an endless abyss, quietly sweeping over the two somewhat uneasy figures below with a knowing and playful look.

Her gaze finally settled on the unfamiliar girl. The air seemed to weigh heavily, and even the sunlight seemed to lose its warmth under this invisible majesty, leaving only the silent flow of dusk.

“Amaterasu…” Izanami’s voice finally rang out, like an ancient silk string soaked in honey, languid yet with a seductive charm capable of silencing the world, “Aren’t you going to introduce her to me?”

The sun goddess Amaterasu, who had been called out, almost jumped up like a startled deer. A distinct blush uncontrollably rose on her cheeks, spreading all the way to her delicate earlobes.

When facing Izanami, Amaterasu always felt a special affection for her, after all, she was the first being she saw when she opened her eyes at birth. This made her feel more like a child being caught doing something wrong by a stern parent.

“She, she is Narukami Yuko,” Amaterasu began, her voice still clear and melodious, but clearly tinged with an unnatural awkwardness and nervousness, “She is my… friend…” The last word was uttered quickly, her voice unconsciously lowering.

"Oh?" Izanami drawled out her words, the last syllable rising slightly, like a feather gently tickling the eardrum, making Amaterasu's heart leap into her throat.

The Mother Goddess of Creation, who has lived for countless years, could not have failed to see the turbulent emotions in the clear eyes of the young goddess who symbolized radiance and purity, emotions that she herself had not truly understood.

"Just friends?" She made no attempt to hide her amused nature, getting straight to the point, like a shrewd hunter enjoying watching her prey panic at the edge of the trap.

"Lord Izanami!" Amaterasu's cheeks instantly turned bright red, and her clear voice rose several octaves with embarrassment and anger, carrying the unique coquettishness and panic of a young girl.

She stamped her foot, but didn't know what words she could use to refute that gaze that seemed to see through her soul.

Standing behind Amaterasu, Narukami Yuuko witnessed everything. Amaterasu, with her girlish appearance, the powerful yet innocent sun goddess, was blushing shyly like an ordinary girl because of a question posed by the creator goddess.

Izanami, radiating an aura of emptiness that subtly distorts even space, resembles a mischievous elder teasing a child. But this assessment did not lower her guard; the oppressive presence of this primordial mother goddess was undeniably real.

However, beneath Narukami Yuko's naturally aloof and cool exterior, which carries the air of a top student, lies a subtle, almost imperceptible, hidden passion. She can utter the most unexpected words in the most serious situations, using the most straightforward tone.

Just as Amaterasu was so embarrassed she was about to evaporate on the spot, and Izanami was admiring this innocent reaction with a slight smile on her lips, Narukami Yuko stepped forward, completely emerging from behind the half of Amaterasu's figure that she had deliberately concealed, and met the abyss-like, amused gaze from the throne.

She bowed slightly, performing a respectful yet dignified gesture. When she raised her head, her eyes, which always held a hint of calm scrutiny, met Izanami's gaze directly.