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In the end, Miya still hadn't managed to leave the Male God Ramen Shop.
"She" ate ten bowls of ramen in a row.
As she was about to leave, Kevin politely said, "That'll be 10 gold coins."
Knowing this investigation mission would be difficult, Miya had brought a full 10,000 gold coins, but when it came time to pay, she inexplicably found her pockets empty.
Since she had no money, she had no choice but to find a way to make up for it.
As it happened, the Male God Ramen Shop was hiring... and then—
Congratulations to Boss Matthew for gaining a Demon Race waitress!
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Return to the Male God's Cabin.
"Ding"~
Notice: Your gold coins +5433.
【Currency exchange successful】!
Not long after Matthew borrowed money from old woman Hera, sooner or later he'd probably be assigned some other garbage task.
With 5433 in circulating currency in hand, it was enough for him to indulge for a while.
Time to hit up the comic website.
There was a good Naruto fanfiction that came out on Pixiv a while back.
Before the Great Itachi God went on his killing spree, he told his younger brother the truth, and the course of history changed from there—the Hidden Leaf Village no longer had the genius ninja Sasuke, and Sasuke and Naruto's meeting instead came from battle, hatred, mutual respect, and finally redemption.
All the necessary flair was there, and the plotline was incredibly interesting.
"Heh heh heh, Naruto's transformation almost successfully seduced Ni Zhuzi, I'm subscribing for updates!"
It was still that time-flow issue, causing the comic updates to be too slow.
【Time Acceleration】 activated—reading chapter after chapter felt amazing!
……
Many days later.
The Male God Ramen Shop.
It used to be just Kevin alone dozing off at the counter.
After waitress Miya joined, it became one person dozing at the counter, and another dozing at the square table.
The black-haired Demon Race girl Miya was anxious.
On the eve of the mission, Lord Demon King's meaning seemed to be that once the intelligence gathering was complete, if the Goddess World's combat strength was found lacking, he would lead the army in a counterattack.
Lord Demon King, please, you absolutely cannot come!
"The Mother Goddess of the Goddess World is old and faded, and has hidden inside the Divine Tree for years, not daring to come out. Some of the S-rank goddesses rumored to be so powerful seem pretty average to me."
"But there's a great devil here—the number of Great Demon Kings he's killed is more than I've seen in my entire life."
"Please don't come, Lord Balu, or that man will surely kill you!"
Miya lay sprawled across the square dining table, her two small hands beneath sometimes clenching into fists, sometimes scratching at her thigh.
She wanted to run, but didn't dare.
The Goddess World connected countless worlds—even if she ran, she'd be caught and dragged back.
That man had very likely massacred cities in the Demon Realm before, so if Miya ran home, not only would it not change the outcome, it would also implicate many innocent compatriots.
Taking a deep breath, the little waitress girl raised her head, her delicate little face wearing a pitiful expression. "Uncle Kevin, it's been so long already, why hasn't a single customer come to patronize Lord Matthew's shop?"
"It's obviously because that bastard has such terrible character, and he's shameless besides—he's used up all the shop's luck!"
Mentioning Matthew got Kevin worked up. "If I had known, I would have rented this shop out to the Goddess of Healing, Lady Nardo. With Lady Nardo's Divine Power and my own hard work, our clinic would definitely be making a fortune."
Miya: "…"
She truly couldn't understand why a Male God as strong as Matthew would take on such a money-grubbing, lecherous uncle as his subordinate.
That man was most likely the strongest expert in the Goddess World.
To work for the strongest expert—even if it meant putting herself on the line—Miya was a hundred percent willing.
"Um... can I go out for a walk?"
Little Miya once again put on her most pitiful expression.
Kevin said, "Of course you can. You've been working so long, take a few days off—I approve!"
#Simple-minded#.
Miya stuck yet another new label on Kevin.
Taking off her uniform and changing back into her long skirt, Miya finally walked out the door of the ramen shop.
No one could interfere with her freedom anymore.
Run, or not run?
Miya walked and walked and walked, until she reached the Goddess Residential Area.
God Realm residents weren't allowed to wander recklessly into a goddess's residence, but there were no guards between the residential area and the commercial district, and no barriers of any kind either.
"I might as well go ask that person. Ask him what he really wants from me. If my final fate is death, I should at least beg him while I have today's chance."
One look at Miya's height showed she was still young.
Coming to the Goddess World to gather intelligence on the enemy was dangerous, and Miya had made a certain amount of mental preparation for it.
But as long as there was hope, no one would ever be willing to die.
Especially a death like this—one where she was practically about to complete her mission and return in glory, only to step on a landmine at the very last moment.
After a while longer, she arrived at the Male God's Cabin.
Miya worked up her courage and knocked outside. "Is Lord Matthew home?"
"Creak"—the single wooden door opened on its own.
"Is this Lord Matthew inviting me in?"
"Can't call it an invitation—more like permission."
"But what if I guessed wrong? Would Lord Matthew get angry because of it, and then slap me dead?"
"No, for Lord Matthew to kill me, one finger would be enough—no need for a slap."
Just then, a voice came from inside the room—
"What, did Kevin send you to pick up the photo album?"
That's right, it was the voice of the God Matthew.
Immediately after, an invisible force yanked Miya inside, and the wooden door closed behind her.
She remembered that over a decade ago, she had once visited His Majesty the Demon Lord's Royal Chamber—a place more terrifying than a bottomless abyss.
But Lord Matthew's "Royal Chamber" was full of flowers and greenery, posters, figures, and all sorts of toys... a bit messy, but brimming with the flavor of the mortal world.
Lord Matthew sat at his desk reading a comic book, surrounded by a swirling torrent of strange colors.
Miya recognized this torrent—it was the torrent of time, the law of time itself. An ordinary member of the Demon Race would be reduced to ash from even the slightest touch of it.
Subconsciously, Miya's small body shrank back a little, and not paying attention, she tripped over her skirt hem and fell backward into the sofa.
On the coffee table beside the sofa sat a copy of 《War Goddess Ares's Photo Selection》.
Matthew, amid the torrent, laughed and said, "That Kevin guy always acts so proper and uptight. I told him I had a goddess's photo album here and he didn't believe me. I showed him, and he still tried to brush it off with 'I don't believe it.' Don't you think he's a total hypocrite?"
Hearing this, Miya straightened her back and hurriedly replied, "Yes, Lord Matthew. But this time, it wasn't Uncle Kevin who sent me."
"Oh, then help me put that photo album back."
"Yes, Lord Matthew!"
In a room that held a deadly crisis, Miya had no choice but to be extremely careful, even though the place was full of "human" warmth.
"Shwoosh"—a beam of Holy Light shot up into the sky!
Miya hadn't meant to do it.
It was a gust of wind blowing in from outside the window that flipped open the cover.
The photo album flipped page after page, truly dazzling to behold.
According to Miya's intelligence, the Goddess of War was addicted to alcohol and loved to fight—there was no way she could have a gentle, shy side.
Yet after finishing the photo album and looking back at the god-like man within the torrent, Miya's little face turned red too.
"Is he hinting that only by handing over the photo album can I keep my life?"
Little Miya hurriedly put 《War Goddess Ares's Photo Selection》 back in its original place.
When she saw the old numbered volumes like H26, E25, and I23, her conviction only grew stronger.
It was just a photo album—nothing more.
Only Lord Matthew looked at it alone—just a photo album.
Besides, Lord Matthew was so good-looking...
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