The young lady is named Belie, born as the eldest daughter of a branch of the Alben Family.

Although her status is unbelievably noble, standing at the very top of the world like a noble in comparison to other aristocrats or gangster civilians.

However, to the Alben Family, she is just ordinary.

Her father once told her a story, a tale from over four hundred years ago, about the current Patriarch Alben and that cunning God supporting each other as they jointly ruled the world.

Once, their branch was the main branch of the Alben Family, but starting four hundred years ago, their ancestors ceded their position to Harley Alben, causing their lineage to fall and now become merely a branch in a medium-sized city.

This made her deeply unsatisfied; actually, she always held displeasure towards the Patriarch, and that displeasure transformed into jealousy and resentment.

Why, clearly we are the main family, and you were only a member of a side branch. Didn’t you just cozy up to the cunning God? Is that why you have your current strength and status? If I were born in the same era, I would definitely surpass you!

My other half would surely be a man stronger than you, you bitch!

This was the jealousy that ignited in her heart countless times as she thought of the high-and-mighty Patriarch.

The jealousy was so intense, it seemed it might burn her to ashes.

But reality was, she could only stay in this small Roland City, even when seeing the most exceptional men, they were merely second-generation members of other families.

What are these useless fools!

My man could only be a strong figure like the cunning God, leading all members of the Praise Society, singing praises to welcome me.

Could you bumpkins even compare?

However, as she aged, she should have reached an age to give up on fantasies, but the opposite happened; the jealousy nearly consumed her, and she tried countless times during Patriarch rituals to find opportunities to connect with the Praise Society people, and with that cunning God.

She believed, as long as she could meet that cunning God, she would surely use her perfect face and beauty to captivate him, thus truly reaching the sky in one leap.

She was meant to become God’s woman, how could you lowly plebeians ever touch her?

But each time, she succeeded.

She could only bury her jealousy in the deepest part of her heart, waiting, waiting...

She also thought of giving up, considered having a sweet romance, like those in love stories.

But every year returning to the main family, seeing that Patriarch, jealousy would uncontrollably ignite.

This year, she was sure she could climb the Praise Society, thus meeting that esteemed one...

She thought this, but suddenly, this morning, her father directly said: "Get ready, you will become the wife of a gang leader, treat him well, he might be our hope to return to being the main family."

At that moment, she froze; all her past fantasies and jealousy shattered.

It was as if a door to Hell opened before her, reaching endless tendrils towards her, tearing apart all her ambitions and dreams.

At that moment, she looked towards her family, toward the place that birthed and raised her; she only felt coldness here.

For the first time, she never felt happy within her family.

And her father naturally wasn’t going to indulge this daughter who loved to daydream, directly saying: "Get ready, today you’ll be sent to the Xiao Organization, becoming the mistress there."

"No!" she roared, her pupils seeming to hold a lion, angrily glaring at her father.

"Father, I don’t want to marry that lowly plebeian... Can we swap for another person? Father, I truly don’t want to become a plebeian’s wife... Just thinking of a plebeian lying on top of me, licking me with that disgusting tongue, it makes me want to die from discomfort!"

"Father, I’m obviously prettier than the Patriarch, why can that old woman have a True God as her man, and I have to stoop to marry into a lowly gang? I refuse, Father, I refuse! I must be more charming than that old thing of a Patriarch!"

She nearly hysterically roared, angry and grotesque.

But the Face of Patriarch Alben instantly changed, he immediately checked to see if anyone else knew of their talk here, simultaneously shouting: "Do you want to die! Even now, you’re still daydreaming!"

He knew his daughter often daydreamed, she was quite mischievous as a child, but later became much more normal, he thought this daughter was making sense, but now, his hands bulged with veins, if time allowed, he would’ve slapped this foolish daughter harshly.

"No, I refuse to stoop to marrying a plebeian, I can only become God’s wife, plebeians shouldn’t even consider touching me!" she screamed, kicking up a fuss.

Yet Patriarch Alben was almost amused by anger, now he seemed to reason: "Do you dream of cozying up to the Praise Society people? Do you even think the Patriarch is unworthy to become the cunning God’s partner? When the cunning God was barely an apprentice dabbling in Mysticism, the Patriarch invested in him."

"Then they went through countless hurdles and dangers, making the Alben Family the world nobility now, have you ever thought, why would he look upon you!"

"Because I’m prettier!" she retorted directly.

"You!" Patriarch Alben felt his breath faltering in anger, he pointed at his daughter, yelling, "How have I lived so well yet raised such an incompetent creature!"