Infinite System Inheritor Return From The Abyss

After the series of slaps, Goddess Zyraena finally gave up. She was now kneeling in front of Seojun, her pride and resistance broken.

Seojun sat on the sofa, casually sipping tea. Next to him was a potion he took earlier, meant for hypnosis. Zyraena watched in shock as Seojun showed no signs of being affected by the potion. Her face was red and swollen from the slaps, and her hair was a tangled mess.

As Seojun looked at her, Zyraena bowed her head in submission. "What were we talking about earlier?" he asked calmly, with no hint of emotion.

Zyraena, still trembling and scared, replied, "M-master, may I ask you something before we continue?"

Seojun's expression remained unchanged. "What is it?"

"Master, m-may I ask why the potion had no effect on you?" she stammered. "It was made by the gods, and even they can't resist its effects."

Seojun took a sip of his tea, his calm demeanor contrasting sharply with the situation. "It's thanks to you that things turned out this way," he said coolly.

Zyraena, still shaken, asked, "Wh-what really happened in the Abyss, Master?"

Seojun's eyes hardened. "I guess you have no right to know," he replied coldly. Zyraena, frightened by his tone, immediately bowed her head.

"Come here," Seojun commanded.

Zyraena looked up, meeting his gaze filled with authority. Sensing his impatience, she quickly stood up but was halted by Seojun's next words.

"Did I say you could stand up? Crawl, Goddess," Seojun said with a smirk.

Zyraena clenched her fists in frustration but complied, crawling towards Seojun. When she reached him, Seojun placed his palm gently on her face, slowly healing the marks left by the slaps.

Zyraena was stunned as she saw her appearance in the water's surface return to normal. "Why?" she thought, confused by the sudden change.

Seojun spoke calmly, "What you did made me strong so I'll be kind not to kill you. There's no reason for you to be scared."

Zyraena, relieved yet uncertain, stood up but quickly knelt again when Seojun added, "Who told you to stand up?"

"Now, where were we?" Seojun continued.

Zyraena, trusting Seojun's words despite her fear, thought, 'Why am I scared? It's not like he can kill a goddess! He can hurt me, but he can't kill me.'

As Seojun sat calmly, Goddess Zyraena's mind raced with a new thought. 'Maybe he's the one! I can get my revenge if i have him in my palm!'

Determined to regain some control, Goddess Zyraena lowered herself and hugged Seojun's legs, hoping to please him and cling to him in a bid for favor. Her actions were driven by a desire to shift the power balance back in her favor.

Seojun observed her with a steady gaze. "Looks like my slaps have woken you up and made you cling to me," he remarked. "Now, talking about Echidna and Typhon—why are you so eager to find them?"

Goddess Zyraena, caught off guard, was about to answer when Seojun spoke again, his eyes fixed on hers. "So, you are Echidna reborn in that body, aren't you?"

Goddess Zyraena's eyes widened in shock.

Seojun's expression softened as the truth dawned on him. "Now it makes sense," he said. "I guess the scenes you showed had flaws. It was you who sought power, wasn't it? You drove Typhon into madness and put your children in danger."

Goddess Zyraena, overwhelmed by the revelation, bowed down, tears streaming down her face. Her emotions broke free as she cried. "I regret everything," she sobbed. "Now, I want to bring my children back together. Please, help me, Seojun."

Despite her tears, Zyraena's face remained undeniably beautiful. She looked at Seojun with a pleading gaze. "Please, Master, I will do anything you want. If you want my body, you can have me!" She stood up, beginning to undress.

Seojun waved his hand, and instantly, Zyraena's clothes wrapped around her body, binding her arms and hands, even restricting her mouth. She fell to her knees again, the silk constricting her movements.

Seojun looked at her with a mix of pity and disdain. "I'm not interested in you. I pity Huno and Silla for having a mother like you," he said, making Zyraena lower her head, tears continuing to fall.

"Huno and Silla are my family," Seojun added, prompting Zyraena to look up, hope flickering in her eyes.

"But I will find my mother first," Seojun concluded.

Zyraena nodded, her eyes signaling to have the silk removed from her mouth. Seojun complied, loosening the bindings around her body. Freed, Zyraena crawled while kneeling, taking Seojun's hands in hers.

"I can help! I will find your mother while you look for my children!" she declared.

Seojun studied her with a frown, clearly skeptical.

"Look at this!" Zyraena said, tracing a circle on the surface of the water. A location on Earth appeared, marked clearly.

"I can see everything from your Earth, so I will be a big help, Seojun—Master!" she added eagerly.

Seojun's skepticism was evident as he asked, "How can I trust you? How do I know this isn't just another one of your schemes?"

Goddess Zyraena, sitting on the surface, had an idea. A light bulb-like symbol appeared above her head and illuminated brightly. "A contract!" she exclaimed. "We can make a contract."

Seojun raised an eyebrow, considering the idea. Goddess Zyraena's mind raced with cunning thoughts. 'This is my chance! What does he know about contracts? I can make him sign a slave contract with me!' She smiled wickedly in her mind, though her external demeanor remained innocent and hopeful.

Seojun, noticing the glint of opportunity, responded with a smile. Goddess Zyraena's excitement was palpable as she stood up and snapped her fingers. A golden contract appeared, glowing with an otherworldly light.

"Let's start then!" Goddess Zyraena said eagerly. "We just need both of our blood. I'll go first!"

She bit her finger and prepared to let a drop of blood fall onto the glowing golden contract. As her blood hovered above the contract, her mind was consumed with her evil scheme. 'As long as my blood touches the contract first, I can control him!'

Her blood began to fall, and Goddess Zyraena's eyes gleamed with anticipation, her plan nearly set in motion.