Golden Glitter Development Guide

Rimart's production process was not very smooth.

Priya looked down at the baby in her arms, just as she had seen it before, a boy.

Weak breathing, blue-purple cheeks, as long as she covers the baby's cheeks with her hands to stop his right to breathe, such a fragile life will soon come to an end when it first comes to this world.

No matter how huge and terrifying the magical power this child possesses, it will not help.

It is really too hard to imagine that this child is the existence that is predicted to subvert the gods.

Weakness is a sin.

If Priya left this baby alone, he would surely perish because his thin body could not bear such magical power.

Priya ran her hand across his cheek, careful not to scratch her adopted son's delicate face with her fingernails.

The child hasn't cried out in her arms since it was born—that's fine.

Praia chuckled, using her own magic power to sort out the magic power of the baby riot|chaos over and over again.

Although she has always been very patient, if she cries too much, she can't help but feel distressed by it.

In order for this child to be born, Remat really suffered a lot.

If it wasn't for Rimat's immersion in the collected spring water during childbirth, supported by a steady stream of magic power, then the child would have died at birth.

But the strange thing is that when Remat, who obviously had a grudge against being pregnant with an heir, held the child that Priya named "Gilgamesh", the smile on his face was something that Priya had never seen before. Been soft.

It was fleeting, but Priya was sure she had caught it.

As far as she knows, Rimart has always been aloof from the world. This playmate she has known since she was a child-maybe it is not appropriate to use the word playmate-rarely shows her expression, unless it is deliberately And for.

Priya can guarantee that this look and this smile are definitely not a disguise.

This loving expression, Priya is so familiar, in the midnight dream, in the memory of the past.

It used to be so sweet...but now it has become her nightmare.

The black-haired goddess smiled and looked at everything that was as beautiful as a scroll in front of her.

The blond goddess was sitting in the pool, with a baby with golden fetal hair in her arms leaning against her bare breasts, the mother looked down at the crying child in her arms, her love was beyond words.

Priya smiled and stepped forward, bent down and hugged him from Remat's arms, and said affectionately: "Okay, Remat, let me see my lovely adopted son."

In her arms, the child miraculously stopped crying.

So cute.

Priya looked at the baby who took the initiative to crawl into her arms, and couldn't help laughing again.

The movement of Remat's embrace was frozen in the air for a few seconds, and his arms finally sank into the water. Priya saw all this from the corner of her eye, and regardless of the baby's still blood-stained body, she stuck it to the baby with her own cheek. His young face.

"Gilgamesh, Gilgamesh... Then I will call you Gil? From now on, you will be my child."

Priya lowered her eyes and smiled happily.

"Huh? It seems that you like this name very much?" She looked at Gilgamesh and seemed to have a smile on her face, and the smile was even happier, "Can you understand me now, little Gil? "

Even if the newly born gods are fragile, they are stronger than the so-called human beings, and there are indeed gods who have enough spiritual intelligence to understand simple language when they are born.

In this case, her little Jill is really a genius.

Ah, in order to achieve her goal...

If it is a stupid child, it will take too much work.

Indulging in maternal love will only destroy such a good seed, and there is nothing more frightening than that kind of love.

Priya gently stroked the golden fetal hair of the baby in her arms. For the sake of this color, Priya would never let this child experience such a thing.

Fortunately, the child seemed to like her foster mother more than his own biological mother.

This situation is actually not surprising at all.

Among the gods, Priya dares to say that her magic power is the purest. As a "prophecy book of the gods", even the diet must ensure that the source of food is the freshest fruits and vegetables, the cleanest dew, and the cleanest animals. In the whole of Mesopotamia, she is the most particular.

What's more, "voluntarily becoming the protector of others" naturally brings more than just disadvantages.

The child had established a bond with her beyond blood.

In this way, her dear little Jill would naturally become closer to her.

Remat, who has taken good care of her body, has returned to her temple. Unlike humans, newly born gods do not have to eat breast milk, not to mention that there are very few high-ranking goddesses who love their children so much that they are willing to breastfeed themselves.

After these days of conditioning, the baby has come out of the dying state when it was born, and is as strong as any healthy baby.

Gilgamesh is the first baby Priya can remember seeing.

The God Realm is always boring and pitiful. She was still young before taking up this priesthood, and she doesn't have much memory left now.After obtaining this priesthood, Praia took root in her own temple, and she didn't bother to go out and walk around. Besides, there were very few newborn lives in the God Realm. Occasionally, most of them were born when they were born. Out of baby form.

After the birth of Gilgamesh, Priya, who became interested, went to see human babies. Those babies would cry all day long. Human babies seldom have magical powers. The goddess who lost interest after just one glance After returning, he poked his son's soft cheek in boredom.

After poking too many times, little Jill didn't cry endlessly, but just opened his eyes. Praia clearly saw impatience from his red eyes, as if saying "Why are you so boring".

Such clear blood-colored eyes sparkle like blood-red gemstones.

It's so clean, just looking at it makes people feel good.

Praya, who was in a good mood, tilted her head and continued to poke his cheek with a smile, until Gilgamesh slammed his small fist on her arm with a soft force without the slightest lethal force. .

"My dear little Jill," Priya smiled and held his little fist, the coercion of magic power spread around her until his forehead was soaked in dense beads of sweat, "Your foster mother And teacher, I will give you the first class today—”

"—Never, never fight against someone stronger than yourself."

"Huh? Why is your body so stiff?" Priya wiped the sweat off his face lovingly, not feeling guilty at all for scaring such a small baby, "Just kidding, there's no need to be so nervous .”

Following her words, the magic power radiated suddenly dissipated, and Priya, who continued to poke Gilgamesh's cheek, was satisfied to find that this time she didn't get any resistance from her actions.

"You really are a good boy—huh? Are you angry? If you are angry, grow up quickly and grow stronger than me—weak, but an irrefutable sin."

She took the baby from the bed into her arms: "Before this, what you should do is be patient, put away your sharp claws, like a lion pretending to be a cat, reveal your soft belly, and paralyze what you want The ones to deal with—until, the opportunity comes."

"Now you grow up with peace of mind, and let Anegalla take good care of you first."

Priya handed Gilgamesh to her maid named "Anegalla". Speaking of which, she didn't think of the name. The divine creation of the soul takes its name.

Anegalla is a magic-powered alchemy product created by Priya with her own blood, in the form of a human or a god.

If it wasn't for taking care of this cub, Anegalla should still be lying in some corner of Praia's warehouse at this time.

Praya looked at Anegalla who was about to take Gilgamesh to eat, and smiled softly.

Anegalla, this is used as the name of the first human female created by the gods in the world.

——It was also the first alchemy product made by Praia.

Except for Anuregalla, who was born with her, Priya never used her favorite alchemy to make more products.

Grow up quickly, her dear little Jill.

If you feel bad for her, grow up quickly enough to kill her.

The goddess who existed as the "God's prophecy book" smiled.

She could hardly bear the time when she could only show her harmless belly.

These days can only be endured, can only pretend to be stupid, and can only hide hostility.

It's almost over, it's about to be declared over.

Priya, you have to be patient, the dawn of hope has appeared——

It would be a joke if all previous efforts were wasted.

If her dear little Jill can fulfill her wish for so many years...

Even if she sacrificed her life for it, why not?

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The author has something to say:

An Uregalla and Anegalla are equivalent to Adam and Eve.

Two more!

This time I wanted to try something less obvious about the protagonist's thoughts and purpose.

A lot of foreshadowing has been buried, and those who are interested can sort it out and see www to change the harmonious vocabulary.