176: Olica

Whether it was the "God of Desire" or "Her Excellency Olexia," both were illustrious names within the werewolf clan.

To some extent, the fame of these two titles was no less than that of the "beast god—Bartholomew," whom the clan had worshiped for ten thousand years.

The Goddess of Desire—Olexia, a first-tier deity in Western mythology. She controlled all pure and evil desires of living beings... and was the third daughter of the illustrious Underworld King Cornelius and Underworld Queen Modesty, two of the five main gods.

Harold Lancelot guessed with a face full of panic, "Excellency... Your Excellency, have you come this time for revenge?"

Thinking it over, he felt that only this reason could explain the descent of the 'deity' before him.

Although a flicker of doubt had crossed his mind as to whether she was truly the legendary "Goddess of Desire," that doubt vanished the moment he saw her peerless face.

If beauty this devastating was not enough to match the name "Olexia," then there was likely no one else in this world worthy of such an honor.

He recalled how the beast god, whom the werewolf clan had piously worshiped, had relentlessly pursued and hunted Olexia.

Now that Olexia had appeared to seek revenge on the werewolf clan, it was only logical.

Olexia let out a cold sneer full of disdain. Her deep eyes swept over Harold Lancelot as she spoke coldly.

"Revenge? Hmph, what is there to avenge? Besides, even if I truly wanted revenge, I should settle the score with that fellow Bartholomew. What use is there in looking for you followers?"

"I am not so lacking in divine character!"

In reality, however, Olexia's heart was currently in turmoil.

[Damn it! How am I supposed to find that guy! That hateful beast god already fled to another plane to enjoy himself. With my current strength, how can I possibly hunt him down in another dimension!]

At the thought of this, Olexia gritted her silver teeth in anger. What infuriated her even more was that upon waking up, not a single believer remained—they had all been poached by the Underworld Empress.

[Arghhh! Not a single one left!!!]

"Then you... why exactly are you looking for me?"

Though Harold Lancelot felt uneasy, he summoned the courage to speak.

A trace of imperceptible loneliness suddenly flashed in Olexia's eyes.

She parted her red lips slightly. "Though my power is great, due to the heavy injuries I sustained in the God War a thousand years ago, it is difficult for me to maintain a state of consciousness for long..."

Hearing this, Harold Lancelot snapped his head up, his face full of disbelief as he stammered, "Co... could it be that Your Excellency is currently..."

Olexia nodded slightly, as if she had long anticipated Harold Lancelot's reaction.

She pointed a jade-like finger at herself and said softly, "That's right. At this moment, I am merely using another's body to temporarily exist in this world. To restore my true form, certain specific conditions must be met."

Upon hearing this, Harold Lancelot's originally dull eyes instantly lit up, like stars suddenly twinkling in the night sky—dazzling and bright.

He looked at Olexia with great hope and pleaded urgently, "If the werewolf clan can help you meet these conditions, might you grant me one small request?"

Olexia's delicate brows furrowed slightly as if she were pondering something. Only after a moment did she reply slowly, "Let's... hear it."

Having received permission, Harold Lancelot took a deep breath to calm his excitement.

Then, with great solemnity, he tapped his forehead with his right hand, then his left shoulder, saying piously, "Excellency, I implore you to accept the werewolf clan as your loyal divine servants."

Unexpectedly, Olexia threw her head back and laughed loudly upon hearing this, her tone filled with disdain and mockery.

"Divine servants? Hahaha! I never thought the werewolf clan, known for their 'loyalty,' would have such fantastical ideas. Do you wish to abandon Bartholomew and throw yourselves into my embrace?"

"Excellency, please calm your anger!"

The werewolf clan really cannot be said to be betraying anyone. Since a thousand years ago, my clan was abandoned by the great beast god and became forgotten outcasts."

"Now, so that my 1,568 clansmen can continue to survive, I, Harold, am willing to end my own life and bear the title of a so-called blasphemer."

"I can consider your request, but this is by no means an easy feat. If you wish to become my divine servants, you must prove your value to me," the Goddess of Desire said coldly.

Harold Lancelot nodded without hesitation and responded loudly, "The werewolf clan will do everything in its power to meet Your Excellency's requirements! Please tell us exactly what we should do."

Olexia narrowed her eyes slightly and pondered for a moment before speaking. "First, you need to find a divine stone known as the 'Holy Blood Stone.' If I can obtain it, it will help me recover about one-tenth of my divine power."

"In addition, you must find a way to obtain a portrait of the Empress from the Easterners, one that carries the scent of incense offerings."

Harold Lancelot swallowed hard and said with a grave expression, "Rest assured, Excellency. Even if the road ahead is fraught with difficulties and dangers, the werewolf clan will exert all its strength to complete the task."

"However, as for clues regarding the Holy Blood Stone, I truly know very little. I implore Your Excellency to bestow some hints or guidance upon the werewolves."

"I can sense the general direction of the Holy Blood Stone, but the specific location must be found by yourselves. As for the Empress's portrait, you can start with the Taoist temples."

"Praise be to Your Excellency!" Harold Lancelot bowed deeply, his right hand placed piously over his heart.

"I hope so!"

[Nice! The plan to exploit the werewolf clan for free has been achieved!]

...C University, Graduate Student Dormitory, Room 702

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, lazily spilling into every corner of the room.

In front of the computer desk in the corner sat a woman wearing loose pajamas, her hair in a mess and her face looking slightly haggard.

Jiang Nan lifted one foot high and rested it casually on the gaming chair, while a small and cute chibi Secretary-General plushie sat steadily on her knee.

[You should know, Shang Wan Ning, who was lacking incense offerings, was not polite at all; she actually had the livestream start selling merchandise related to the Yin gods.]

[However, selling the Empress's merchandise isn't completely unfeasible. As long as the price offered is tempting enough, everything in the world can be sold as a commodity.]

[After all, whether the original image is released or not, the final decision still rests in her hands.]