Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 216 - 144 Goddess’s Struggle (3)_2

Chapter 216: Chapter 144 Goddess’s Struggle (3)_2

Seven bizarre streams of energy stretched from different directions, entwining above the cage, repairing its damage.

They didn’t dare to relax in the slightest, as any lapse could potentially lead to the Goddess breaking free from her imprisonment.

Qin Chu saw the dense, dark red clouds churning, saw a huge, twisted flame that formed a grinning face; saw a figure exuding elegance and nobility, at times male, at times female, filled with a strange and alluring charm...

All of a sudden, Qin Chu’s head was struck by an agonizing pain.

It felt as if his brain had been churned into mush.

His body contorted and convulsed, as countless weird symbols surged across it in that instant, making his appearance extra terrifying.

It felt as if countless ferocious insects writhed within him, as if they were desperate to burst from his body, and a dense layer of vertical eyes emerged on the skin, which quickly started to shatter and fester.

A strong urge for violence surged from deep within him, as if he wanted to madly destroy everything.

In his ears, the eerie whispers reverberated, moving like steel needles attempting to pierce his soul, tempting him to remove the strands of hair on his wrist.

Before his eyes were chaotic, twisted illusions, with bizarre limbs that seemed to beckon Qin Chu to become one of them...

Just then, the silver strands on his wrist suddenly burst into a gentle yet bright glow, swiftly dispelling the abnormalities on his body, and his convulsing body gradually returned to calm.

Drenched in sweat, he was like someone who had just gone through intense exercise, gasping with a burning pain in his throat.

He knew that the Goddess in the cage was struggling, and that her struggle kept those seven strange deities too preoccupied to focus on him.

He closed his eyes, struggling to regulate his breathing and his chaotic consciousness...

That wasn’t something the current him could afford to consider. It would be better to gaze less into the Void in the future, for it was fraught with danger.

After a while, Antasia returned, "My parents agreed to my proposal and asked me to extend their gratitude to you on their behalf."

"Additionally, my father asked me to convey a question to you: are you interested in becoming the Prince Consort of the Ice Country?" Antasia squatted by Qin Chu’s side, her bared thighs and buttocks outlined by the tight and tempting curves beneath her pure white dress.

This Princess was becoming less and less mindful of her demeanor.

Qin Chu’s spirit had returned to normal, and Antasia noticed nothing amiss; his gaze withdrew somewhat awkwardly, "Prince Consort? Not interested, the Ice Country is too cold for my liking."

"Is that so? That’s truly a pity." Antasia shrugged disappointedly, "I was actually thinking, the Prince despises you so much, if I were to marry you, it would surely infuriate him to death..."

So it was for that reason she felt pity? And here he had been, his heart racing for a moment.

Antasia stood up, brushing the grass and dirt off her clothes, and extended her small hand to Qin Chu, "Mr. Brave, shall we head home?"

...

By the time they returned to the palace, word of what had happened at the banquet had already spread, thanks to some blabbermouths, and even the four guards were aware of the incident.

They were outraged by the Prince’s impertinence and deeply grateful for Qin Chu’s intervention.

Worried for their Princess, they found Antasia’s mood to be quite good indeed.

Antasia even went out of her way to reassure them not to worry, and she spent a great deal of time that night preparing a statement.

The following morning, Antasia was well dressed, and she made her way towards the Imperial Palace in a splendid outfit.

The Imperial Guard at the gate did not stop her, despite the humiliation she and the Prince suffered the day before, because of her status.

As per the rules, Antasia handed over her statement to the civil servants, then quietly waited in the council hall, her demeanor graceful and confident, seemingly unperturbed by the previous day’s events.

When Wozworth, who had been kept awake all night by his foolish son’s antics, saw the statement in his hands, he couldn’t help but force a bitter smile.

In the statement, Antasia tactfully expressed that her temperament was incompatible with the Prince’s, and that if they were forcibly bound together, it would only make both parties miserable, hence she hoped to annul the engagement.

What does she mean by ’incompatible temperaments’? They haven’t even married, and she’s publicly slapping him already, what would marriage be like?

Even if she’s a Princess, yesterday’s humiliation was intolerable, and Wozworth didn’t expect the girl to be so resolute as to propose an annulment.

It annoyed Wozworth somewhat; such an outstanding girl would have been a strong support for his son if she had become his daughter-in-law.

What a pity, that fool.

As Wozworth pondered, he continued reading, his expression growing solemn. In the latter part of the statement, Antasia requested, in a pleading tone, that the Ice Duchy had suffered great losses in the war against the Demons, and with the lack of food and clothing, many valiant warriors who should not have perished had fallen to the claws of the Demons.

Continuing in this way, the Ice Duchy likely won’t be able to sustain its responsibility to block the northern Demon invasions. The human race of the Sky Dome Continent is united as one, and when the lips are gone, the teeth will feel the cold; therefore, I hope the Empire can at least provide a bit more support in terms of resources.

Wozworth’s expression grew more and more sympathetic. This really was a very capable girl. Perhaps, could the betrothal be transferred from the Prince to another Prince?

...

Soon, an announcement was issued in the name of the Oville Empire’s Royal Family.

Due to incompatible personalities between Princess Antasia of the Ice Duchy and the Prince of the Oville Empire, both parties engaged in friendly negotiations and candidly exchanged opinions, deciding to dissolve the betrothal.

Those with even a slight knowledge of the matter understood that this was merely a euphemism employed for the sake of the Empire’s dignity.

Following Antasia’s submission of her statement, the betrothal was quickly dissolved—it was clearly Antasia who had initiated the dissolution.

Although the Princess had faced great humiliation at the banquet, her decisive and swift resolution still earned the admiration of many.

Another piece of news was that to maintain the united front against Demons on the Sky Dome Continent, the Empire decided to increase support in terms of cotton clothing, weapons, and food to the Ice Duchy by fifty percent.

At the same time, arrangements were made for the Royal Guard Knights, under the leadership of Morton, the God of War, to call upon the Great Nobles to donate...

...

"Damn it, to hell..."

On the other side, already detained within his own palace and completely unable to leave, the Prince heard about the dissolution from some loyal subordinates and flew into a towering rage.

In the room, nearly everything had been destroyed, leaving nothing for him to smash anymore.

His handsome face contorted with intense rage, presenting a sight that made one’s hair stand on end, with blood-red eyes seething with thick fury and murderous intent.

Damned wench, how dare she take the initiative to dissolve the betrothal?

What friendly negotiation? He wasn’t present at the scene at all.

He is the Prince, the future most honored individual of the entire Empire.

He might not want that woman, but he would never permit her to take the initiative in dissolving their betrothal.

All his face, dignity, and glory were being trampled underfoot by that woman, wantonly crushed—an act the Prince could never allow.

A series of blows nearly drove the Prince to madness, as he, like a rabid dog, kept emitting deep roars in frenzy.

How dare that woman?

Who gave her the courage?

"Where is that woman now?" the Prince roared in a hoarse voice at the few remaining loyal subordinates.

"At... Mr. Brave’s residence."

Hiss...

The Prince’s body jerked violently.

Mr. Brave’s residence—they had even started to live together?

Filthy, shameless, despicable creatures.

Qin Chu... right, it’s all Qin Chu’s fault, surely that scoundrel Qin Chu is instigating from behind. Otherwise, Antasia would never dare to make the decision to withdraw from the betrothal.

That damned bastard, to slaughter him...

"Send a letter to Qin Chu for me," the Prince said menacingly.

That was a... challenge of war!

When the war challenge was delivered to Qin Chu’s hands, Qin Chu simply sneered, casually tossing the challenge to one side, "Tell the Prince..."

"If he wants war, then war it shall be!"

After the messenger left, Qin Chu suddenly asked Shaye, "Shaye, is there a way to legitimately kill him?"