As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

"Ostara...Ostara...Ostara..."

The sound echoed in Ron's ears, and he chased the syllables through the black sea.

It was a female voice, and her voice was full of warmth. Just listening to that voice, it seemed that you could feel a tolerant embrace, which made people feel peaceful and wanted to sleep in that embrace.

Unknowingly, Ron had dived to the bottom of the sea... The bottom of the sea was covered with dark brown mud.

Suddenly, he saw a trace of white ahead.

It's a contrasting color in a sea of ​​change.

Ron's subconscious drifted toward the white patch, which was getting closer and closer, and Ron could see it more clearly.

A pure white ridge, slightly curved, forming an arch...

No, that's not a ridge.

It was... a pure white rib.

Huge and slender.

A powerful being once died here. The body was soaked in the black sea and rotted, leaving only the pale skeleton forever.

Looking further away, more and more skeletons appeared in front of Ron's eyes, more crowded than the stars in the sky.

The indescribable sadness made Ron's soul tremble.

Look at the dark brown mud under your feet... that's not mud, that's rotten flesh.

Deep sadness flooded Ron's soul.

Is it howling? Or despair?

Ron didn't understand why he had such strong feelings. He obviously had nothing to do with these skeletons.

Chaotic sounds began to ripple in his ears, including earth-shattering roars, the roar of the inverted galaxy, the wailing of death, and the helpless crying of despair...

Why am I so weak?

Where is the hope?

It was a collection of extremely negative emotions.

"Ostara...Ostara...Ostara..."

At this moment, the voice of calling sounded in his ears again, as if a beam of light freed Ron's consciousness from the whirlpool of despair.

After chasing the sound again, Ron suddenly stopped after not knowing how long it had passed.

A huge stone tablet appeared in front of him.

Very big.

It was even bigger than the mountain-like skeletons I had seen before, but most of the area of ​​this huge stone tablet was obscured by the billowing black fog, making it difficult to see what was on it.

There was only a small gap in the corner.

When he saw the gap, Ron had a clear understanding. Could the mysterious stone slab still lying in his storage ring be cut from this stone tablet?

His gaze moved to the side, and right next to the gap in the stone tablet, there was a small piece of stone slab that was not obscured by the black mist.

There are several slates like this, surrounded by black mist. On the edges of the slates, countless black threads can be seen creeping out of the black mist, like tiny insects, crawling on the surface of the slates.

There seemed to be some traces engraved on the stone slab, some of which could not be seen clearly.

Ron got closer and floated for about half a minute. Ron finally gradually saw clearly what was on the stone slab closest to him.

It was a broken, bleak mural.

On the mural, there is a tall woman with black chains wrapped around her body. Behind her is a rising sun, her head raised high towards the black void.

Her appearance is stunningly beautiful.

Her height seems to be half a head taller than Ron, but she does not look bloated at all. Her slender figure perfectly conforms to the golden ratio, full of feminine tenderness, and also has admirable fitness.

Her legs are very long, but they look very harmonious against her tall figure. She was wearing a battle armor, but the armor was extremely subtle. It only barely covered her chest and hips. Her long and toned legs and sexy waist with muscle lines were completely exposed, like a heroic woman. Warrior, but one can't help but wonder how much defense this little bit of armor can provide.

Her skin is not as white and delicate as that of ordinary women. Although it is delicate, it is full of health, adding a different kind of charm. Her long golden hair is spread out, as if the wind is blowing, and the curly blonde hair is swaying. The brilliant golden light was like the blazing sun at noon, and the black mist surrounding it made it impossible to even get close.

There are two black shackles tied above the ankles of the two graceful and round feet.

Ron's throat squirmed, and an idea became clearer and clearer in his mind.

This is...the goddess of dawn, Ostara.

It was somewhat different from the image in Ron's imagination. This was a heroic, beautiful, and powerful fighting goddess. She was like the dazzling sun.

Just when Ron was admiring the beautiful woman on the mural, the woman moved.

She looked in the direction of Ron, and he didn't know if it was Ron's illusion. He found that there seemed to be a gentle smile on the goddess's beautiful face.

Then she opened her arms.

Densely packed translucent tentacles sprouted from Ostara's back.

Just like when Ron saw the goddess statue for the first time in the Dawn Goddess Church.

Tentacles snaked in mid-air and wrapped around Ron.

Those tentacles were soft, delicate, and full of elasticity, like the sexiest skin on the goddess's body.

Under the tugging of the tentacles, Ron's soul moved uncontrollably in the direction of the goddess, and he showed a strange expression. As expected, the goddess was wrapped around him.

The closer the distance, the more Ron could feel Ostara's breathtaking beauty.

The smile on Ostara's face became more and more intense and gentle, and her eyes even carried a feeling that Ron couldn't explain, as if she was deeply nostalgic, and seemed to have some kind of unspeakable sadness.

Ron had countless doubts in his heart that he wanted to get answers to, but before he could open his mouth to ask, the two souls were already stuck together, and Ostara didn't give him a chance to say more.

At that moment, Ron's entire soul trembled.

what!

It's so sudden, yet somehow feels like letting it take its course.

Ron couldn't even describe what it felt like. It was like water and milk.

That is more satisfying and happy than having sex.

Their souls are entangled and merged with each other, tasting the beauty they have never had before.

Every particle in the soul is wrapped in soft and delicate warmth.

This is the bottom of the Black Sea, but Ron feels that his consciousness is floating in the clouds, and the soft sunlight is scattered on his body, lazily, making him unwilling to wake up from this feeling.

Perhaps, this is the so-called fusion of spiritual desires!

Like pure instinct, Ron's arms wrapped around the goddess's slender and toned waist.

His fingers began to dance on the goddess's body, savoring the beauty of bone-eroding ecstasy.

Faintly, Ron could feel that something was gradually pouring into his soul along Ostara's soul.