Getting Stronger by Pleasuring the Goddess-Chapter 34: Robbing and Buying Blessed Stones! {1}

Althea’s gaze grew visibly colder the moment Andrea spoke, her Crimson eyes narrowing as she is quite, naive goddess.

The room, already chilly due to Althea’s presence, seemed to drop a few more degrees.

Andrea, completely unaware of the growing tension, continued to hum to herself as she played with the corner of her golden dress. She was far too innocent for her own good—or perhaps just oblivious.

Althea sighed, her breath releasing a fine mist in the cold air. She already understood there was no point in arguing with someone so clueless. Instead, her sharp gaze slid toward Reo... who was currently having very unwholesome thoughts.

Reo, Standing Beside Andrea with a thoughtful expression, wore a grin that was clearly wandering off into perverted territory—specifically imagining what kind of sessions might occur if Andrea ever decided to join in.

Smack!

The sharp sting on his cheek snapped him out of his fantasy. A red mark bloomed across his face. Reo blinked, stunned.

"The fuck? Who did that?!" he snapped, standing up with a scowl.

Althea stood across from him, her hand still slightly raised. Her expression was frigid. "Me. Got a problem with that?"

Her voice was colder than frostbite. Reo, despite himself, actually shivered. He’d faced death before—but this was on a whole other level of terrifying.

Andrea, meanwhile, tilted her head in innocent confusion. She looked from Althea to Reo, blinking slowly like a curious kitten. "Why did you slap him? Did he did something Wrong?"

Althea pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Don’t Worry this Boy here is Quite Lustfull and have a Really Dirty Mind."

Andrea gasped softly. "Oh... oh I think I understand now. Sort of?"

Then she brightened again, her smile lighting up the room. "You’re the Goddess of Ice, right? I’ve heard a little about you... but I never expected you to be so pretty!"

Althea raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond. Instead, she watched Andrea carefully. Her aura flickered with restrained power, but not hostility—more like she was studying her.

Andrea went on, spinning in a little circle as she talked. "I’ve barely met any gods or goddesses lately. Most of them are always busy. Or, well... occupied. Honestly, it’s kind of boring being in my realm alone all the time. I mostly just garden and nap."

Althea couldn’t help but Sigh a little at that. This Cheerful Demeanor, however genuine, was hiding something more dangerous underneath. The name Goddess of Passion, though rarely spoken in the Their realms, carried weight. Althea remembered now.

Andrea didn’t attend meetings. She didn’t join the great battles. She didn’t fight for territories or realms. She simply existed—peacefully. Quietly.

But that didn’t mean she was weak.

In fact, during the Great Chaos, when corrupted gods rampaged through vulnerable realms, Extremely injuring or weakening gods and taking control of their territories, there had been a certain event whispered about in secret.

A corrupted god named Hedorah, infamous for summoning undead armies and plaguing realms with blight, had once tried to invade a small, seemingly defenseless realm filled with flowers and sunlight.

That realm had belonged to Andrea.

He never returned whole.

The whispers said Hedorah’s armies had been obliterated. That he himself had barely escaped with half his divine body, and that he still bore scorch marks across what remained. None knew what Andrea had done. She never boasted. She never explained.

But from that day onward, no corrupted god dared to set foot in her realm again.

And now, that same goddess stood here in Reo’s living room, fiddling with a piece of ribbon on her sleeve.

Althea’s expression softened just slightly. She’s not to be underestimated, she thought. But she’s also not someone who seeks war. That... I can respect.

Andrea beamed, clearly sensing none of the silent tension. "It’s nice having someone to talk to for once. I hope we get along!"

Althea gave a small, cool smile. "We’ll see."

Reo, still rubbing his slapped cheek, looked between the two goddesses nervously. "Great... Thought they are incredible useful i hope the two of them atleast Get along and atleast obey me."

Reo thought Sighing inwardly.

Andrea turned to him with innocent curiosity. "Oh! What were you thinking about earlier that made her slap you?"

"Nothing important!" Reo barked quickly, his face flushing.

Althea snorted.

Not wasting any time, Reo summoned two of his clones, their figures flickering into existence

the two of them atleast half strong as the main body it was amplified as 1.5x stronger surely they were stronger than the Main body.

it was honestly quite annoying since in the Past atleast him and his Clone are Equal but the System existing gave it a Extra buff.

The two looked exactly like him, but their eyes glowed faintly, more focused, more honed. Reo crossed his arms and began giving out orders.

"Listen, you two. We’re going to hit at least six rich—"

Before he could even finish, Andrea suddenly stepped forward, her amber eyes narrowed with visible displeasure. Her arms were crossed, and her voice came out sharp, firm, yet laced with an odd purity.

"Stealing? Mortal, do you not understand that’s a sin?" she huffed, her voice filled with righteous indignation. Her glossy lips pouted ever so slightly, an expression that was both breathtakingly beautiful and almost comically cute.

Reo froze for a moment, genuinely stunned. That expression was dangerously effective.

He blinked twice before shaking off the daze. "Don’t worry," he said with a calm tone, raising his hands in mock surrender, "we’re not just robbing random people off the streets. We’re letting innocents go, like always."

He stepped closer, his tone serious now. "These people we’re targeting? They’re monsters hiding behind gold-plated curtains. Blackmail. Slavery. Organ trafficking. Child exploitation. Serial murder."

Andrea’s eyes widened at that list. Her mouth opened, then closed again. She bit her delicate lip, clearly processing what Reo had said. Eventually, she looked away and said nothing—though her silence now sounded more like reluctant approval than defiance.

Meanwhile, Althea simply leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her icy expression unreadable. "You explain too much," she muttered. "She’ll figure it out with her own soon"

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Meanwhile, elsewhere...

In the Union’s private command room—deep beneath their central tower—a long, polished obsidian table stretched across the room. Around it sat a group of high-ranking enforcers, each cloaked in sleek combat uniforms laced with radiant circuitry. A translucent hologram hovered above the table, displaying grainy yet unmistakable footage.

A figure in a green demonic mask with black horns stood at the center of the projection, holding Marquel Barely audible Face or rather Skin.

Was in his hand Bloody and Gruesome.

One of the men leaned back in his chair and chuckled darkly. His skin was pale, his hair slicked back, and his eyes gleamed with amusement.

"Well, isn’t that adorable," he sneered. "A little F-rank cockroach thinks he can bite at the Union?"

Another man exhaled a puff of violet smoke from a long, mechanical cigarette. "Stealing an S-Rank Core and the Black Meteor... and the higher-ups want us to waste time chasing him?" he said, voice thick with boredom. "What a joke."

"is the Security in the Aspiring city really that Low?" Her scoffed coldy taking a Puff of his Cigarette.

"Don’t be so sure," a woman at the far end interjected. Her tone was sharper. "He infiltrated a facility without detection. Not even a trace of Aura Whoever he is, he’s not ordinary."

A third man, taller than the rest and wrapped in a dark scarf, leaned forward with a yawn. "One of us should be enough, right? Send me. I could use a warm-up."

"No," said the first speaker, his tone hardening. "We’ll test him first. Activate the Solar Nexus. I want a location ping before he disappears again."

Several agents around the room stiffened.

"Are you serious?" another gasped. "The Solar Nexus? That thing costs more than an entire D class warship to power! You want to waste it on an F-?!"

The man at the head of the table smirked. "If this cockroach can survive our traps, then he’s no ordinary pest. He’s a virus. And viruses? They spread unless burned out quickly."

The room fell into silence, broken only by the gentle hum of the hologram and the soft blinking of red lights on the terminal.

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Back in the outskirts of Aspiring City...

Reo pulled a dark hood over his head, his green eyes flickering with cold determination. The clones silently flanked him on either side, their forms slightly blurred from speed-enhancing enchantments.

Behind them, Andrea walked with uncertain steps, her expression filled with a mix of hesitation and awe. Despite herself, she was intrigued. This wasn’t the life of a peaceful garden-tending goddess anymore.

The streets of Aspiring City were about to feel the touch of Requiem Star once again.

in front of them was a Huge Mansion With security the other Clones Meanwhile was occupied Trying too Breakthrough too another Tier.

And the other one is here occupied Helping us in Combat.

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