CHAPTER 46: COME TO YOUR GOD, LOWLY ONE!

And in that moment... a dark, impossible question formed in their minds.

Only one other person had ever achieved something like this.

The God of Qi and Dao.

The origin of Qi itself. The Supreme Architect of Dao. He was their superior—the ultimate being in the hierarchy of Supreme Gods.

So why—why did Ileus feel comparable?

They shook the thought off, terrified to even entertain it. No. No matter how strong he is, he is nothing compared to the God of Qi and Dao...

But then again... was he?

Was Qi greater than Mana? Or was Mana the higher power?

Of the two, which energy truly reigned supreme?

They couldn’t answer. Not now. Not when their bodies were frozen in place, their powers sealed, their essence shattered, and Ileus was slowly floating toward them.

Or rather—toward the Succubus Queen.

She too was shocked. Right now, she felt as helpless as a mortal in a god’s presence. She was exposed—completely open to anything he wished to do.

’This bastard...!’ They all cursed in their minds as they watched Ileus approach her—his movement slow, confident, deliberate... and yes, shameless. As if he were enjoying their helplessness.

When he was about ten meters from her, he stopped.

Then... he raised his right hand.

And began saying the unexpected.

"Lowly one! Come to your God!" His voice thundered—deep and dominant. "I’m sure you’re honored to be this close to me... but remember—a follower comes to their God, not the other way around! Take note of that."

As he spoke, his hand shimmered with a soft glow—mana curling from his palm like a lazy serpent. Then, he used telekinesis.

The Succubus Queen’s body trembled as it slowly floated forward—drawn to him like a puppet on a string.

The other gods could only watch... unwillingly. Their eyes burned with fury but their hearts were cold with dread.

"You all should know," Ileus said, his voice calm, yet ringing with unmistakable authority. "We’ve played long enough. I’m tired of giving lessons. I am not a teacher. But you lowly ones... are dumb students."

His words stabbed into their minds like spears, bypassing the ears and going straight to the soul.

They shivered.

Was this the difference between us? one of them thought. Was he truly just playing with us this whole time?

If that was the case... then why were they ranked equally as Supreme Gods?

What made them equal?

The God of Frost—who was fighting Ileus for the first time—felt her entire worldview crumble. She never expected this. He had made them helpless. Helpless! As if they were seven-year-old children being punished by a furious instructor.

"You know," Ileus continued, stepping closer, his tone mocking. "One life-and-death experience is enough to make even a dumb person learn. But you... you’re dumber than dumb. You come crawling to your doom at the command of your precious ’God of Qi and Dao’. Hah. Just who does he think he is?"

The way he spat those words—’God of Qi and Dao’—was drenched in disdain.

The other gods trembled.

This man... no, this monster had no respect for their highest sovereign.

Their blood boiled. They wanted to move. To retaliate. To teach him a lesson for his arrogance.

But they were powerless.

Nothing was going as planned. Not a single detail of this confrontation was expected. When they first arrived, they were confident. Stronger than the last time. They believed they could at least put up a fight.

But Ileus had shut it all down the moment they arrived.

No warnings.

No warm-up.

Just pure, overwhelming domination.

And then he chose to play word games—mocking them after already asserting his dominance.

The Succubus Queen had been the first to attack. They had all sworn to teach him a lesson. But it seemed... that promise would not be fulfilled.

Now, a new problem emerged.

Gods rarely made promises. And when they did—it was absolute. They had to fulfill it, or their own lives would be forfeit. The divine backlash of a broken promise was not something even a Supreme God could ignore.

They had sworn to kill Ileus with their own hands.

If someone else killed him... they would die anyway.

But they also couldn’t let him live, because that would also be a breach.

Now, they were stuck in a paradox—kill him or die trying, but neither was possible. The situation had become so twisted that even divine law trembled.

When the Succubus Queen’s body reached Ileus, he allowed her to hang suspended—just inches away.

Then, slowly, he examined her.

This woman—this queen—was the dream of any man with a working libido. Her beauty was beyond comprehension. Just glancing at her would make one want to keep looking. Her curves were artful, her figure flawless. Her breasts, shaped and full, were the kind men dreamed of grasping in passion.

He raised his hand.

Touched her cheek.

Felt her skin—smooth as silk. Then he traced downward. From her cheek to her nose. From her nose to her lips. From her lips to her jaw. Then his finger slid gently down her neck.

He didn’t speak. Not at first.

He just stared.

He calmly, quietly, studied her with the gaze of a god—no, something more. His deep, mana-enriched eyes trailed every inch of her form, slowly taking in her body with a scrutiny that was neither hurried nor crude. It was unnervingly focused... like a master craftsman examining a weapon he’d forged with his own hands.

This woman was the dream of every man with a functional libido. A masterpiece. A body sculpted from lust itself.

Her curves were almost unreal—tempting and wicked. Her smooth, luscious thighs slightly parted, swaying delicately from the soft pull of his magic. Her breasts, perky and full, bounced with every tiny movement, framed perfectly by the skin-baring robes that once empowered her seduction... now made her all the more vulnerable in his grasp.

She was the epitome of sexual allure.

And yet, in his eyes, she was still only a servant.

He slowly reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. A soft, feather-like touch that made her shiver.

He trailed his fingers down, along the curve of her cheekbone to her lips—soft, plump lips that had once tried to command him with a smile. Now they trembled under his touch.