The Return Of The Exiled Villain-Chapter 283: God Complex (I)

Lyra’s bright, happy smile lingered as she looked at Gray.

Without saying anything, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his in a soft, affectionate kiss.

"Chu~♡"

She pulled back only slightly, then kissed him again... and again.

Each kiss was gentle at first, but quickly grew deeper and more lingering.

Soon, she was climbing halfway into his lap, cupping his face with both hands as she gave him multiple sweet pecks.

"Mwah... chuup... mmm~♡"

She didn’t want to leave.

Every time she tried to pull away, she would immediately lean back in for another kiss, her lips brushing his again and again.

Eventually, the kisses turned into slow, passionate French kisses, her tongue tangling with his, soft wet sounds filling the quiet morning air.

"Slurp... mmmph... haa... chuup~♡"

After several long, heated French kisses, Lyra finally forced herself to pull back. Her lips were swollen and glossy, cheeks still flushed as she looked at him with reluctant eyes.

"...I really have to go now," she whispered, voice soft and a little pouty.

"I’ll come back later, okay?"

She gave him one last quick kiss on the lips, then reluctantly climbed off the bed.

With one final shy glance over her shoulder, she slipped out of the dorm room and closed the door behind her.

The room fell quiet once more.

"Phew..." Gray let out a small breath and returned to sit on the edge of his bed.

He ran a hand through his hair, the faint smile from earlier slowly fading as his expression turned serious.

He grabbed a pen and paper, scribbled a few things on the paper, before lying down on the bed, almost in a dead state, and leaving the paper on his chest.

Then, he closed his eyes...

And when he reopened them, he was back in the Dream World.

"It’s time..."

He looked at the door to the last closed door of the dream world, and started walking towards it.

[Are you sure you want to do this right now?]

Jasmine’s voice echoed through his head. Her voice contained plenty of traces of doubt and worry.

[Last time you spent two weeks conquering that girl, and missed one of the class evaluations.]

"I remember."

[And that was someone with ordinary complexity. This one is different.]

She paused slighly, considering her words.

[Conquering someone with a god complex could take months. Maybe longer. Maybe... it isn’t possible at all. I genuinely don’t know, Gray. I’ve been thinking about it since you first identified the door, and I don’t have a confident answer.]

"That’s fine," he nodded.

[It’s not fine. You could be stuck in there indefinitely while the real world continues without you.]

"I left a note on top of me for that reason. Anyone who checks will think I’m in a meditation retreat, and I already spoke with Aurora about that."

[...You planned this in advance?]

"I’ve been planning it since Maelis gave me the fate angle," he stated.

"I needed time to build the approach properly before I stepped in. Going in without a concept was how you wasted months."

[And you have a concept now.]

"The beginning of one," he said honestly.

[That’s not the same as a plan.]

"Unfortunately, I don’t..." he sighed.

He stood at the threshold.

The door was the same as it had always been, plain and closed and entirely unimpressed with everything on his side of it.

The plaque read simply:

[Kamidere]

"...This is going to be difficult."

[I probably won’t be able to reach you in there. A Kamidere with genuine divine authority within your constructed space will have some degree of sovereignty over the internal architecture. My connection to you might be disrupted or blocked entirely. You’ll be operating without me.]

"I know."

[Gray.]

"Mm."

[Don’t lose yourself in there.]

Jasmine warned him.

[Some of the previous doors changed you in small ways. This one will be different in scale. Someone who genuinely believes they are divine... that kind of presence, sustained over months, has a way of reshaping the people around them.]

She paused slighly.

[Even people who know what’s happening.]

Gray looked at the door.

"...I’ll be careful."

He put his hand on the handle.

[...Good luck. I mean that more than usual.]

"I know you do."

He opened the door and stepped through.

The threshold closed behind him.

The dream world received him the way it always did, a space that had been constructed from his own consciousness and therefore knew him in ways that were occasionally uncomfortable.

Except that this section was different.

The architecture on the other side of the Kamidere door was not his.

He stood in a space that was vast and white and lit from everywhere simultaneously, the kind of light that had no source because it had decided it didn’t need one.

The floor beneath his feet was the same white, smooth, and reflective, extending outward in every direction until it met nothing.

There were no walls or ceiling.

Just white, and light, and the silence of a space that was waiting for something rather than being empty.

And at the center of it.

A throne.

It wasn’t meticulously decorated or anything like that...

It was... just a chair that happened to be the most natural thing in the space, the way a sun was the natural center of a system, not by declaration but by the simple fact that everything else organized itself around it.

Sitting in it, with the perfect posture of someone who had never needed to learn what good posture was because their body had simply always known, was a figure.

She was looking at him.

She had been looking at him since before he entered the door.

He was certain of that without being able to explain why.

The figure on the throne did not move at first.

She simply observed him, her golden eyes glowing with an indifferent, absolute light that made the surrounding whiteness seem dim by comparison.

Her hair was long and silver-white, flowing like liquid starlight down her back and over the arms of the throne.

Her features were flawless in a way that felt almost painful to look at: sharp, elegant, and utterly untouchable.

A simple white robe draped her form, yet it carried the weight of divine regalia.

She was beautiful.

She was terrifying.

And she clearly believed both things were her natural right.

Gray remained still, meeting her gaze without bowing or averting his eyes.

The silence stretched.

Finally, the Kamidere spoke.

Her voice was clear, melodic, and laced with casual disdain, as though even speaking to him was an act of mercy.

"Mortal."

The single word echoed softly through the endless white space.

"You dare enter my domain uninvited. How amusingly presumptuous."

She tilted her head slightly.

It was a simple motion, but somehow, it looked truly elegant when she was the one doing it.

A faint smile touched her lips, not warm, but the kind a goddess might give to an interesting insect.

"I am Isis, Sovereign of this realm. All that exists here bends to my will. You are... an anomaly. A speck of dust that has wandered into the light."

Her golden eyes narrowed with mild curiosity.

"Speak your purpose before I decide whether to erase you from this space entirely."

At those words, Gray nodded slighly.

"My purpose is simple. I... just came to know you."

"Pfft... hahahah~" A soft, crystalline laugh escaped Selene.

It held no humor, only condescension.

"Know me?" She leaned forward slightly on her throne, the movement making the light around her shift like a living halo.

"Mortals do not ’know’ gods. They worship. They beg. They offer tribute and hope for a glance in return. You stand before divinity and speak as though we are equals. How delightfully arrogant... for something so fragile."

She raised one elegant hand.

The air itself seemed to bow in response.

"Very well. Entertain me, little anomaly. Tell me why I should not simply will you out of existence right now."

Gray took one slow step forward and continued, stopping at what felt like a respectful distance, though in this place, distance was whatever she allowed it to be.

"Because erasing me would be boring," he replied calmly. "And you strike me as someone who has been bored for a very long time."

Selene’s eyes flashed with something dangerous, irritation mixed with the faintest spark of intrigue.

"You presume to know my mind?"

"I don’t presume anything," Gray stated.

"I observe. You sit alone on that throne in an empty white void with no worshippers nor challengers. No one who dares speak to you as anything other than a superior being. That kind of solitude... even gods must grow tired of it eventually."

For the first time, Selene’s perfect expression flickered, just the slightest narrowing of her eyes.

"You speak dangerously, mortal."

"I speak truthfully," Gray countered, and took another step forward.

"My name is Gray. And I didn’t come here to worship you. I came here to see the person behind the divinity... if there even is one."

The temperature in the white space seemed to drop. The light around Selene brightened sharply, pressing down on him like an invisible weight.

"You insolent—"

"But," Gray continued calmly, cutting her off without raising his voice, "if I’m wrong, and you truly are nothing more than a perfect, untouchable goddess... then feel free to erase me. I won’t beg."

Silence fell again.

Selene stared at him for a long moment. Her golden eyes bored into his dull black ones, searching for fear, for weakness, for any sign of deception.

She found none.

A slow, dangerous smile curved her lips.

"Very well, Gray," she spoke, her voice now carrying a hint of challenge.

"You wish to ’know’ me? Then stay. Entertain this lonely goddess with your mortal foolishness. But know this, time flows differently here. Days outside may become weeks... months... or years inside my domain."

She leaned back on her throne, crossing one leg elegantly over the other.

"I will not make it easy for you. Prove that you are worthy of even breathing the same air as me. Amuse me. Challenge me. Make me... interested."

Her smile sharpened.

"Fail, and I will enjoy watching your mind fracture under the weight of eternity."

Gray met her gaze without flinching.

"Then we have an agreement."

He took a seat on the flawless white floor, right there, cross-legged, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and looked up at her with calm expectation.

"Tell me, Selene... what does a goddess do when no one is watching?"

The Kamidere raised an elegant eyebrow, clearly surprised by his casual demeanor.