Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

251 Fusion

Selma Payne’s POV:

Large pieces of flesh fell off his body, but his skeleton was not revealed. Instead, it was a bottomless darkness.

I didn’t know if the supreme demon’s full-power attack would be able to kill him during his recovery period, but I knew that this was his most vulnerable moment. His body was completely damaged. There were two possible outcomes without a physical body to carry his power. Either he went back to hell, or his real body would come, and the entire Rocky Mountains would disappear from the map.

And I was not in a better situation. There was still too little time. Even if I tried to wrap myself in New Flow, it wasn’t enough. The impact I received wasn’t any less than that of Azazel. My bones and armor were shattered, and my internal organs were torn apart. I could ring the golden bell because I was using New Flow to carry myself.

Azazel was on the verge of collapse, but that wasn’t enough. It couldn’t guarantee absolute safety.

When he was distracted by the golden bell, I used the last of my strength to order New Flow to devour him.

He was just one step away.

I endured the pain that seeped deep into my soul as I thought in a daze.

I had absorbed the drop of divine blood in Dorothy’s body. Any more would only add to the pain.

Azazel woke up and began to resist. However, New Flow had already touched his core in the moment of his absent-mindedness. It was not just divine blood. It was divine sparks.

I’d said before that if having divine power was not enough, let me become a god!

“How dare you!” Azazel finally panicked. “You lowly wolf cub! How dare you covet something that doesn’t belong to you! You will be dragged into the lava lake by the minions of hell and suffer the punishment of eternal annihilation!”

I ignored him and didn’t have the strength to pay attention to him.

It was a cold, evil, and filthy divine persona.

Precious, alluring, and delicious, divine sparks.

Why did living beings always pursue immortality since time immemorial?

Because that had always been the power of the gods.

The power of a god was so tempting. It was despicable and tyrannical and could easily dominate everything of the weak.

In that case, what was immortality?

If I could become a divine being...

If only I were a god!

“!”

As he roared in disbelief, New Flow swallowed him.

The world descended once again the moment godhood was in his hands.

The wild wind was blowing on the field, and the short grass was dancing in fear, revealing the fireflies in it.

The water level rose, and even the surrounding grass was submerged.

I held the pitch-black ball of light in my hand and stood in the stream in a daze.

Who was I?

The stream water reflected my pale face, so familiar yet strange.

What was this?

The ball of light in my hand was restless. I subconsciously grabbed it, but I didn’t know why I couldn’t let it escape.

A black and gold moth flew leisurely to my shoulder. It rested its wings and then flew away aimlessly.

The stream water had submerged my calves.

I didn’t know where, but a bright white soft gauze floated over, dancing with the wind. It gently wrapped around my body. I lifted the veil before my eyes and looked into the distance. I saw that the moon had appeared in the sky.

In this world of eternal daylight, the lustrous moon brought soft light.

She was here.

“Have you decided?”

“What?”

“I’ve decided to fuse with the divine spark.”

“What is a divine spark?”

“It’s that ball of light in your hand.”

“What happens after I fused with a divine spark?”

“I will become a god or die.”

“Why do I need to fuse with a divine spark?”

“You’ll have to ask yourself that.”

The stream water reached my waist.

She covered my eyes with her hands.

“He’s not dead, child. The divine spark in your hands is only a part of him. Some gods become gods because they were born to be. The divine spark is just a proof of identity, not a pass card.”

“Who didn’t die?”

“Azazel, a demon. He’s your enemy.”

My enemy?

I couldn’t remember. I could only remember the bright moonlight and the temperature of the light.

“Should I fuse with the divine spark?”

She didn’t say anything and let go of me.

...

The moonlight shone on the ball of light in my hand. It was no longer restless and even seemed a little tame.

“This is an original sin but also a redemption,” she said.

“You can use it to become the world’s coldest and fairest judge. You can also tame it to bring hope and new life to the world.”

“Which one is better?” I was confused.

“There is no good or bad, child. Just like I told you, there is no good or bad in the gifts of fate.”

The wind had stopped, and the tulle danced in the wind, leaving a trail of light on the water’s surface as it drifted away with the stream.

The stream water reached my chest.

“Have you decided?” she asked before she left.

I didn’t answer, and the moon disappeared.

The stream water covered my neck. I took a deep breath and sank into the stream.

The ball of light rippled in the water, releasing a chaotic halo. From the bottom of the water, many black-gold moths wandered out. They circled the ball of light, dancing as if they were looking forward to something.

...

The stream water also stirred up waves.

I closed my eyes and allowed the moths to fly into my chest.

A dazzling light swept over me, and my world fell into darkness.

What was a family?

It was an obscure word that appeared in ancient books and fantasy s. It was nothing more than a link to the gods’ identities and their descendants.