The Goddess with the Broomstick is Really Useful, Hehe! (update)

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Link was retracing his steps through the old tunnels, the bluebird form of Janna perched on his shoulder, her expression sour and her eyes filled with irritation.

This cheeky brat had tricked her, and it was absolutely infuriating!

But Link didn't care what Janna was thinking. Having a goddess by his side made his plans much easier to execute.

Sure, Janna's powers had reset to zero after her long slumber, and she needed to rebuild her faith to regain her strength.

But hey, having a goddess willing to assist him was already a huge win.

He wasn't in a position to be picky!

As he walked, Link recalled the strange reaction he'd had when Janna bestowed her blessing on him.

A similar sensation had occurred during the memorial service, when Jayce arrived with his hammer.

His mouth had suddenly filled with a sour taste.

"Janna, why did my mouth taste sour when you blessed me?"

Link never hesitated to ask questions when he didn't understand something.

Janna huffed, still annoyed but willing to explain. "That's because your magical talent is awakening."

"To use and cultivate magic, the first step is to sense it."

"This is the initial stage for anyone with magical potential. When I blessed you, your latent talent was stimulated, hence the reaction."

"I see—" Link's eyes lit up with understanding. The original lore did mention something like this, but he hadn't connected the dots.

So, he had magical potential. Was it because he was a transmigrator, and his soul was stronger than an ordinary person's?

In the world of Runeterra, there were many ways to gain magic.

Some inherited it through bloodlines, like Mel in the original story.

Others were exposed to environments rich in arcane energy, like the persecuted mages of Demacia.

Some received blessings from higher beings, like the celestial gods.

Others cultivated it through self-study, like the blood magic used by vampires.

There were also those who underwent physical transformations, like the foot-focused Berylla.

And then there were those who made pacts with demons, like Swain and his demonic powers.

The list went on.

Regardless of the source, Link's magical potential was undeniable.

"What kind of magical ability will I have?" Link was filled with curiosity.

Janna glanced at his helmet and rolled her eyes. "If your family had a history of mages, we might be able to guess your abilities."

"But if not, you'll just have to wait until your magic fully awakens and reveals itself."

"That sounds like opening a blind box," Link said with a wry smile.

Janna snorted and turned her head away, refusing to engage further. Even goddesses had their moods.

The conversation between the two paused, and Link didn't have much time to waste.

He needed to prepare a new lab for Singed, awaken Vander's humanity, and stabilize Jinx's fragile mental state.

Most importantly, the wild runes beneath the Hexgate and Viktor, who had been transformed by the Hexcore, were still major problems waiting to be solved.

Just thinking about all this gave Link a headache.

Time was running out, and the tasks were piling up. Finding a path to resolve everything smoothly was proving to be a challenge.

"Your mind is troubled, brat."

Janna sensed Link's heavy thoughts and spoke up. "If you're troubled, you can tell me. As your goddess, it's my duty to help you."

"Of course, after helping you, you'll need to spread my faith."

Janna flapped her wings, clearly dissatisfied. "A goddess appearing in this form is hardly dignified!"

"Don't worry, I'll help you spread your faith. But first, let me finish what I need to do."

Link pushed aside his overwhelming thoughts and quickened his pace, emerging from the old tunnels into the streets of Zaun.

Night had fallen, and the dim glow of chem-tech solutions illuminated the city, piercing through the darkness.

Link tightened his cloak and hurried through the crowd.

Without Silco to keep them in check, the Chem-Barons and their lackeys had grown increasingly brazen, and new gangs were sprouting up like weeds.

This had plunged Zaun into chaos, with ordinary citizens living in constant fear and uncertainty.

To restore order, someone needed to step up, suppress the destabilizing elements, and bring stability back to Zaun.

"Is this really the Zaun I remember?"

Janna observed the streets, where beggars lined the sidewalks, chem-augmented thugs strutted about, merchants eyed every customer with suspicion, and children clung to their mothers, their eyes filled with fear.

"A lot has happened in the twenty-plus years you've been asleep," Link said as he turned into an alley. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

He spotted two figures—one tall, one short—hurrying toward the docks leading to Piltover.

"Could they be—" Link recalled a scene from the original story and quickened his pace. At the same time, he said to Janna, "Janna, I'll need your help in a moment."

"Understood. But what exactly happened to Zaun?"

"Let me explain. The advancement of technology brought progress, but it also eroded the simplicity of the past."

"Factories sprang up, factory owners exploited the people, brutal gangsters ruled the streets, and Piltover's oppression and discrimination pushed Zaun further into despair."

"If nothing is done, Zaun and Piltover will go to war. The people you see here will die in that conflict, and the two cities will become irreparably divided, leaving Zaun vulnerable to exploitation by outsiders."

"So, it's no different from Oshra Va'Zaun under Shurima's rule?"

Janna's eyes widened as if she were seeing the suffering of the people under the rule of the Ascended once more.

"Pretty much," Link said with a shake of his head. The two figures ahead had disappeared into a pipe. If he didn't hurry—

As Link turned into the pipe, a staff swung toward his face.

The staff grew larger in his vision, the wind from its movement causing his hood to flutter.

In the next moment—

Snap!

Link caught the staff mid-swing and yanked it toward himself, pulling its wielder off balance.

"By my ancestors!"

A strange voice echoed in Link's ears as he released the staff and grabbed the attacker by the neck.

The figure had dark skin with a white hourglass pattern painted on it, and a pair of determined eyes stared back at him. The smaller figure removed their hood, revealing a furry face.

The great inventor—Heimerdinger.

"Please, we mean no harm."

"Swinging a staff at me is your idea of no harm?" Link snorted but released his grip. The boy—Ekko—landed on his feet, coughing and clutching his throat.

"You were following us!"

Link studied Ekko. The Boy Who Shattered Time.

It seemed Ekko had discovered that his home was being threatened by Hextech and was planning to investigate Piltover's university labs.

If that was the case—

Link's eyes narrowed. Viktor must have already awakened and returned to Zaun.

"Following you?" Link scoffed. "If it weren't for the divine revelation I received, if my goddess hadn't insisted I come find you, I wouldn't care what happens to you!"

"What divine revelation? What goddess?" Ekko looked at Link like he was a lunatic. "You sound like a madman!"

"Listen up, kid!" Link raised his arms dramatically, his cloak billowing. "I have received a revelation from the great Storm's Fury, Janna! She commanded me to find two lost souls on this path and guide them back from the brink of destruction!"

"Janna?" Ekko's expression was a mix of disbelief and pity. "Even Zaun's three-year-olds know she's just a character from bedtime stories!"

"Is that so?" Link smirked and tilted his head slightly.

Janna, it's your time to shine!

Hidden in Link's clothes, Janna understood his cue. She transformed into a gust of wind, swirling around the three of them and stirring up a powerful gale within the tunnel.

In an instant, the tunnel was filled with howling winds, leaving Ekko and Heimerdinger stunned.

Link stood tall amidst the storm, his arms raised as he declared, "Lost souls, heed the teachings of Janna and return from the path of destruction!"