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Imagination was the eye of the soul, the beginning of creation.

Despite her immense power, the Supreme Goddess of Mysterious Origin had to seal herself after saving the world from the threat of destruction. However, she was sent to another world by the universe's will.

Ely was a girl suffering from partial memory loss. She was known as the shrine priestess of the Sacred Mountain. One day, she received the holy mission to unseal her Goddess Master. She got her priorities straight. However...

The pets she adopted became the Demon Kings, capable of suppressing the world. The tree she planted became the World Tree, forming a bridge between heaven and earth.

The passerby who received enlightenment from her became the Sage who led the entire generation. The disciples she nurtured became bigshots known across the three worlds.

When she looked back... The street painter who pestered her for her handicrafts and paintings turned out to be a God. The young priestess she recruited was actually the number one saintess from the Divine World.

She was known as the holy saintess. Yet, she still referred to herself as a mortal.

My Goddess is Good at Pretending

The ancient walls of the sealed Nacrax City loomed on the horizon, their jagged edges silhouetted against the crimson sunset. This desolate place, sealed for centuries, served as the nest of the Demon King of Extreme Evil and his horde of dark demonic creatures.

The air was thick with malice, and the distant cries of tormented souls echoed across the barren wasteland surrounding the city.

After two months of perilous journeys, the hero expedition party finally arrived at their destination. However, they chose to retreat to an abandoned fortress twelve kilometers away from the sealed Nacrax City, taking their time to rest and recuperate for the final battle against the demon king and his army.

It was a stronghold that served as the frontline against the demon king's army. Eight generations of heroes had fallen in this accursed land, leaving nothing but the dust of defeat. However, this time would be different.

Turmoil Before the Assault