Chapter 92: Unstoppable Girl.

  Once more, Faith wasn’t clear in her words. Celia didn’t really fight her attackers. Instead, she just allowed them to hit her, as none of them could hope to leave even a slight mark on Celia.

  Celia: “Faith, why aren’t they vanishing? Isn’t it clear that… they cannot win against me?” She asked directly in Faith’s mind.

  Faith: “Hm? Oh, Maralia isn’t all powerful. If she was, then none of your family would have died in the first timeline.” She replied with a yawn.

  Celia: “…”

  She, of course, was aware of this. Faith was right, if Maralia could truly do whatever she pleased… then most in this Game, wouldn’t have died. Though, this change is primarily because of Celia’s second time around being far better.

  Celia: “Then, how can I get them to forfeit?” She asked with a sigh.

  Faith: “Ah, that’s easy! You have to get them to surrender, as well as beat them until an inch of their death beforehand.” She explained.

  Celia: “Oh.” She outwardly expressed.

  Senra: “?”

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  Boom!

  Even if one was stupid, they’d notice Celia no longer playing around. But, before any of them could attempt to prepare, Celia went all in.

  The four women (Melta was still shaking on the throne), had been sent flying. Celia even controlled her power to throw them away, but not in a manner which would send them across this entire planet.

  Celia: “Senra… is your name, yes?” She asked, now standing before her.

  Senra: “…” “I… can’t even speak!” She thought, this being her only means of speech right now.

  Almost embedded in one of the throne room walls, Senra wasn’t able to utter a single whimper, let alone reply to Celia. The others were all the same, now just a thread away from dying, fearing for their lives.

  Celia: “Do you forfeit, Senra?” She asked with a head tilt, pointing her sword at the woman’s neck.

  Unable to make a peep, Senra just nodded. After which, the woman vanished. Celia then did this to the rest of the defeated women, letting them forfeit the Game, rather than die in it.

  Faith: “Good… you’re still okay.” She said with a greatly relieved tone and expression, after she checked her future wife all over.

  Celia: “Yeah, I feel fine, don’t worry.” She replied, leaving a small smooch on Faith’s pretty forehead.

  Melta: “…”

  Watching this, Melta’s fear was potent. She was so damn afraid… that she didn’t intake that her pawns all actually survived. Senra, and the others, were Higher Goddesses, while Melta is like Celia, a Highest Goddess.

  Celia winning wasn’t too surprising, as these two races were greatly far apart in terms of base power. But Celia achieving victory, without even breaking a sweat, clearly playing with Senra and her group until the last second… was far beyond Melta’s expectations for her opponent.

  Faith: “Just one Player left, dear.” She added, now looking at Melta.

  Celia: “Guess so. It is… quite nice to know that the Game will soon be over.”

  Melta: “( ’-’ ~).”