MMORPG: Rebirth as an Alchemist

Felicity cocked her head to the side, a playful glint in her eyes. "Fight?' she mused, "Heavens, no. I have no desire for conflict. That's the very reason all of you are still breathing right now. Let's not resort to savagery."

Ren and the others exchanged puzzled glance.

"Then what exactly do you want?" Ren inquired.

Felicity's grin widened. "Simple. I want that creature called Lorelai."

Ren narrowed his eyes at Azazel, who merely chuckled nervously in response, couldn't meet his gaze.

"And what precisely do you want with Lorelai?' Elena pressed.

But Pamela already knew the answer. If word got out that Lorelai was an angel and demon, everyone would undoubtedly vie for control over such a potent being.

They sought to conduct experiments on her, seeking answers as to how she could contain both light and darkness within her — a feat deemed impossible for any being across realms.

With the fusion of both light and darkness, individuals like Lorelai possessed the potential to ascend to a level of invincibility that could challenge even the mightiest of gods.

Before such a phenomenon could occur, every deity coveted the extraordinary power she wielded, yearning to claim it for themselves and ascend to unprecedented heights of divine prowess.

"Let's just say her abilities will elevate me to a Paragon," Felicity declared, her smile taking on a sinister edge.

"A . . . A Paragon?" Pamela's eyes widened in realization.

"What's a Paragon?" Iraelyn queried, seemingly unfazed by the tension.

Pamela explained with a sense of urgency. "A Paragon is the pinnacle of power in the Heavenly Realm! Or any realm for that matter! It's little more than a rumor at this point because no one has ever reached such heights of power."

"Hmm . . ." Iraelyn muttered, feeling discontented. "Seemed like something you gods would do."

Felicity's eyelid twitched. "What . . . us gods would do?" Iraelyn nodded, her tone indifferent. "You don't want to get stronger through your own efforts. You seek the easy way out."

"Easy . . . way out?" Felicity's smile disappeared. "You think that training and improving ourselves for centuries to ascend to greater power is easy?"

With a wave of her hand, Felicity enveloped Iraelyn in her spell and the latter couldn't stop laughing again. "I have worked tirelessly to attain my current position! And no one, not even a demon, will belittle my hard work as mere easy!"

Iraelyn burst into laughter again, almost collapsing to the ground with amusement.

"Stop agitating her so much," Ren scolded Iraelyn.

"You're not supposed to make her mad, idiot," Elena concurred.

Iraelyn wanted to retort, but all that escaped her mouth were bursts of laughter.

Ren intervened, addressing Felicity, "Apologies for my companion's behavior. But if you desire Lorelai's power, why not seize her yourself? Surely, as a major god, you possess the strength?"

Felicity's attention shifted to Ren, momentarily giving Iraelyn a break from her laughing fit.

Iraelyn doubled over, tears streaming from her eyes as her stomach and mouth ached.

Malifira poked her with a grin. "Next time, engage your brain rather than relying solely on your muscles."

Iraelyn groaned, feeling nauseous from laughing so hard.

Felicity's demeanor softened a little but her pride still visible through her raised chin. "I cannot leave my domain. I have responsibilities here."

Ren wasn't entirely convinced by that explanation and turned to Pamela for confirmation.

"W-well . . . in any realm, one has many enemies, and that holds true even here," Pamela offered tentatively, her expression troubled.

Except for her, since she was only a minor god, no one paid any attention to her. She often kept her head lowered and avoided the other Gods, fearing to make enemies out of them.

The advantage of being ignored was somewhat comforting, yet the downside was undeniable: it felt as if everyone looked down on her. No. Pamela was certain that they were looking down on her. While part of her appreciated the solitude, another part struggled with the blow to her pride as a Goddess.

"So, I was right," Iraelyn chuckled, this time with a hint of self-satisfaction. "You're afraid that if you leave your domain, your enemies will overpower you! Without your domain, you're nothing!"

"H-hold on . . . let's not anger her anymore." Elena attempted to intervene, but it was too late; Felicity was already seething with rage.

Felicity's eyes blazed gold as divine powers coalesced around her in suffocating way.

"You're in for it now," Malifira chuckled, enjoying the show like she didn't care if Iraelyn was in danger.

"That fool. Instead of aiding us, she's about to doom us all," Desira muttered.

"I've changed my mind," Felicity declared, pointing angrily at Iraelyn. "You won't leave here alive. I'll teach you a lesson for looking down on me."

"Heh, bring it on," Iraelyn retorted with a loud roar.

"Insolent fool! Know your place!"

Ren sighed and messaged his temple. "You're no match for her in her domain. Have you forgotten about your laughing fit?"

Iraelyn's smile faltered, but her resolve remained unshaken. "I'll break that spell with my bare claws!"

Ren shook his head in exasperation. She was indeed a hopeless case.

"I will have your life as payment for your transgression!"

Felicity's wrath was a tempest waiting to be unleashed upon Iraelyn. But just as she was about to deliver the decisive blow, Ren acted swiftly.

With a flick of his wrist, Ren retrieved a set of intricately adorned runes from his inventory. These items had been crafted by him in case something like this happened. It cause him rare materials, and time, so it better be all worth it in the end. The [Runes of Nullification] hung suspended in the air like ethereal floating stones, its presence casting a serene yet potent aura across the surrounding space. Within its encompassing circle, the laws of magic bent to its will, rendering all spells inert regardless of their nature — be they boons of blessing or curses of malice.

In an instant, Azazel and the others ceased their laughter, their expressions shifting from amusement to bewilderment as the magical restraints that bound them dissipated into nothingness.