God Of Mana!

Outside the temple, nine divine figures hovered, cloaked in auras that bent reality itself.

Six males. Three females. All gods. All dangerous.

But his gaze didn't sweep past them—it pierced them.

The first goddess to draw his eye was a succubus draped in sinful beauty.

She was the Goddess of Lust, the Mistress of Yin and Yang, and the infamous Divine Matron of Dual Cultivation.

Every inch of her body radiated seduction. Her long, slender legs seemed sculpted by temptation itself. A plump, heart-shaped rear swayed with grace beneath sheer silks. Her heavy, milky breasts defied logic—barely hidden beneath a robe that seemed designed to provoke.

He didn't underestimate her—he knew well.

She was the most dangerous of them all.

Not because of brute force… but because desire could corrupt even gods.

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Beside her was the Goddess of Frost—cold, radiant, unshakable.