Linggis leaned against the sofa, staring at Sola with a serious expression. "Listen, there's something you need to know before you think everything will go smoothly."
Sola raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "What?"
Linggis took a long breath. "There's another woman out there... someone stronger than you. I haven't fought her because this world has already nerfed my abilities."
Sola narrowed her eyes, her expression turning sharp. "And why is that a problem?"
Linggis looked at her intently. "Because if she finds out what happened… she will be angry."
Sola was silent for a moment, then gave a slight smirk. "So, you're telling me there's someone even you don't dare to face? That's interesting."
"No, it's dangerous." Linggis shook his head slowly. "I'm not afraid of her. I just know my limits. If she decides to step in… we might not have a choice but to face an even greater chaos."
Sola kept smiling, but this time there was a glint of curiosity in her eyes. "Who is she?"
Linggis stared straight ahead, not answering immediately. But from his expression, it was clear that this person was not someone to be underestimated.
Sola leaned in slightly, looking deep into Linggis's eyes. "You're already married to me, Linggis. If there's a threat, I want to know about it."
Linggis remained silent for a few seconds before finally speaking in a low voice, "I just hope she doesn't find out… at least not anytime soon."
Because if that woman knew… this world might never be the same again.
As they spoke, the air in the room suddenly changed. The temperature dropped slightly, carrying an aura that was difficult to describe.
Without warning, a coffin appeared out of nowhere in the room.
Linggis immediately froze, his expression hardening. Sola also fell silent, her eyes narrowing sharply, her body instinctively tensing.
Slowly, the lid of the coffin opened, and from within, a woman stepped out.
She had golden blonde hair that cascaded perfectly, her aura as majestic as a goddess descending into the mortal world. But the most striking thing was her expression—pouting, clearly showing displeasure.
She looked at Linggis with cold eyes and then spoke in a soft yet pressuring voice.
"I already know."
Linggis swallowed hard, while Sola watched the woman with a mix of curiosity and caution.
The problem Linggis had been worried about… had just become reality.
The goddess's face remained pouting, but her gaze grew sharper, filled with restrained anger.
"I already know the reason why you, Linggis, have now agreed to marry Sola," she said, her voice sweet but unmistakably threatening.
Linggis felt a bad premonition. "Goddess, listen to me first—"
The goddess didn't give him a chance. With a light flick of her finger, an invisible force surged forward, instantly wrapping around Linggis's body.
Within seconds, Linggis's body began to change—his muscles softened, his posture became more slender, and his dark hair grew longer, turning into shimmering golden blonde silk. The clothes he wore adjusted, molding to his new, more feminine form.
By the time the transformation was complete, Linggis was no longer a man. In the mirror at the corner of the room, the reflection showed only a beautiful woman with long, golden hair that radiated charm.
Aola observed the change with an unreadable expression, while Linggis himself was still in shock. He raised his hands, touching his own face, then looked at his reflection in the mirror.
"...Damn."
The goddess crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking at him with satisfaction—but still clearly annoyed
"Maybe now you'll understand what it feels like to be the target of someone's obsession."
Sola, who had been silent the whole time, finally gave a small smirk. "Interesting."
Linggis could only sigh, realizing that
his life had just become even more complicated.