Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener

The combined pressure from the five gods' Divine Powers caused Diana's stress to escalate instantly!

As gods themselves, all once the strongest prodigies from the same world, the difference in their inherent strength was minimal. If the five gods attacked simultaneously, without factoring in the god-like army below, they could still easily overpower and heavily injure her in an instant.

"Hahaha, stupid bitch, come on! Weren't you so tough just now?"

The God of Curse and Flame continuously scanned Diana's full chest andgenitals, the curves outlined with incredible tightness, constantly stirring his desire.

He had never tasted the goddess's allure before; it must be truly exquisite.

An evil emotion spread from him, and soon, the other four gods displayed the same lecherous expressions, slowly inching toward Diana.

"The outcome is already decided. The goddess of the Kingdom of Orichalcum will fall into our enslavement!"

"Just thinking about it excites me. I'll enjoy defiling their goddess right in front of these worthless fools!"

"You pathetic fools, beg for mercy. If I'm in a good mood, perhaps I'll let you experience the taste of the goddess for yourselves."

The God of Ghosts looked down at the soldiers in the Northern War Preparedness Zone below, their despair clear to see. With a grotesque laugh, he vanished in an instant and reappeared beside Diana, moving so quickly that she didn't have time to react. He lightly traced a cut across her waist.

Diana had been focused on The God of Curse and Flame, and with the God of Ghosts' ability to conceal his presence, she didn't notice the slit in her clothing. A large section of her smooth, marble-like skin was exposed, glowing faintly with divine light. It was so soft it almost looked like it might drip with moisture.

Diana gasped in surprise, quickly attempting to retreat, her face twisted with anger and humiliation. But she was immediately surrounded by the other gods, with no escape in sight.

Their intent was clear—to humiliate the goddess, tear at her clothes, force her legs apart, and subject her to brutal degradation.

As the five gods looked at Diana's flushed, perfect face, they were stirred by thoughts of what would come next. It was exhilarating, the kind of experience that a god should savor.

Diana, feeling the gods' insatiable, lustful gazes, couldn't help but feel disgust—and fear.

Yes, she had regained a portion of her humanity, and the thought of being stripped by these gods and publicly humiliated in front of her own soldiers filled her with overwhelming terror. The panic showed on her face, making her already perfect features even more enticing. It almost seemed like they couldn't wait to force themselves upon her, to take her in that moment of vulnerability.

The scene left the soldiers below stunned, their eyes wide with shock, disbelief slowly turning into hunger and desire.

They had never seen such an expression on the Goddess's face before. It was a look they only ever saw on the faces of those forcefully used courtesans and commoners.

In their eyes, the Goddess had always been untouchable, exalted beyond reach, her aura filled with an indomitable sense of nobility. She was a figure to be revered from a distance, a being so far removed from the mundane that it was inconceivable to even imagine approaching her.

But now, the Goddess was being humiliated. Bit by bit, her clothes were being stripped away, exposing her delicate form—a body that sparked untold fantasies.

Suddenly, their desires could no longer be restrained. The soldiers of Ashen side roared in excitement, their aggressive gazes greedily roving over Diana's body, openly appraising this Goddess they had once never dared to dream of possessing.

Some even went so far as to remove their armor, pull down their trousers, and fondle themselves while leering with obscene grins, letting out guttural, disgusting noises.

The soldiers of the Orichalcum side, though filled with rage at the sight of their Goddess being so degraded, couldn't tear their eyes away from Diana. Their minds were filled with anticipation, imagining the moment when the Goddess would be forcibly spread open, brutally penetrated in that mysterious place, her body covered in the foul, disgusting fluids.

As Diana felt the weight of countless lecherous gazes upon her, a deep despair and rage gripped her. She was a Goddess, a true divine being! Yet now, she was not only facing the insult of the Ashen gods but possibly the oppression of these mortal men?

No! This could never be!

A flash of steely resolve crossed Diana's eyes. If it truly came to this, she would rather unleash all her Divine Power in a final explosion, taking them all down with her, than allow herself to be captured, especially by these vile creatures who would desecrate her in such a way.

But at that moment...

On the Ashen side, a god who wielded the Law of Binding cast a dark shadow in his eyes. Just as Diana was preparing to fight to the death, he activated the Law of Binding directly upon her.

In that instant, her movements faltered slightly, and the remaining gods immediately launched their attack. Within a single exchange, Diana was severely injured, blood spilling from her lips as her complexion turned deathly pale.

This appearance only made one's desire to violate her even stronger.

"Get on your knees, take off all your clothes."

The God of Curse and Flame shamelessly eyed her body, a wicked smile curling on his lips. Diana, gravely wounded and ensnared by the Law of Binding, was completely unable to summon her Divine Power or the Laws to counterattack.

Nevertheless, she still wore an expression of Unyielding defiance on her face, and this look ignited the conqueror's instinct in the gods around her.

With a rip, the God of Ghosts made his move again. This time, Diana's skirt was completely torn off, exposing her snow-white, full, and supple thighs, making it impossible for one not to fantasize about lifting her onto their shoulders and taking advantage of her!

Another illusion flickered by, as if teasing its prey. Diana's clothes became fewer and fewer, until only a small piece of fabric remained over her chest and private areas, leaving the rest of her body fully exposed.

"Attack! Fuck her hard! Fill up every hole on her body."

"Is this the goddess? When the gods get bored, I will definitely insert my dick into her mouth, making her face completely covered in my liquid!"

"Haha! What about the goddess? Put the mark of slavery on her, put on a Slave Collar, make her make a humble sex object, and have her serve us day and night!"

"Conquer the land of Orichalcum and capture all their goddesses, using them as prostitutes!"

These soldiers, who had never encountered a goddess in such a form, were completely entranced by the exposed skin. Their imaginations ran wild, with many of them directing their attention toward Diana, indulging in their base desires.

The thrill of mentally degrading a goddess seemed to intoxicate them, as though they were possessed by the spirit of goblins—lacking any of the dignity or restraint one would expect from legends or demigods. Their minds were consumed entirely by thoughts of violating the goddess before them.

"Come over here, kneel and take my dick in your mouth, and I might spare your life."

The God of Curse and Flame pointed at his genitals, holding a Slave Collar in his hand, and said with an evil grin.

At this point, Diana was completely filled with despair, especially as she watched the actions of the mortals below. Every movement seemed to trample and shred the dignity and pride that once defined her as a goddess, reducing them to nothing more than dust beneath their feet.

The intense humiliation made her wish she could just die right there. Unfortunately, bound by the Law of Binding and severely injured, even suicide seemed nearly impossible for her. Furthermore, her heart refused to accept such a fate. She had fought so hard to become a god, enduring countless trials and suffering along the way. Was she really going to die like this?

Gazing at the Slave Collar in the hands of the God of Curse and Flame, she realized that if she continued to resist, the most likely outcome would be brutal abuse at the hands of these people, followed by her inevitable death. But if she surrendered… perhaps, just perhaps, there might be a chance she could survive.

In her mind, it seemed as though two voices were constantly arguing. One represented the dignity of a goddess, while the other represented the primal instinct to survive.

But as time passed, the voice of survival slowly gained the upper hand. Indeed, when faced with death, what did the flesh and blood of her body matter?

However, as she thought of her body, now tainted by the vile fluids of these gods and mortals, a wave of disgust surged within her. Her inner self recoiled violently, and she even felt the urge to vomit.

No! She could never accept this!

"Heh, I've already given you a chance. Put on the Slave Collar obediently, and you'll become nothing more than a slave to us. But it seems you've chosen to refuse. Well… when we're done playing with you, we'll seal away your powers and turn you into a whore for the army! No! I'll even throw you into the slums, where those filthy mortals can ravage your body and trample your spirit however they wish!"

After becoming gods, nearly all deities lost their humanity, being controlled by their divine nature. But that doesn't mean they were pure and noble before they ascended to godhood.

Among the five deities, during their time as rulers, they had countless people of the opposite sex at their mercy.Many women, in fact, were pushed to the brink of death by their relentless torment.

However, now their target of manipulation has become a goddess. This unprecedented experience, even if their divinity hasn't fallen, they couldn't help but want to try it, especially now!

In an instant,

The God of Curse and Flame stepped in front of Diana, reaching out to grab at her chest. Diana quickly recoiled, but was caught by the sudden force of his palm, which struck her sharply across the face.

She was severely injured now, her speed and reactions far too slow to match his.

She is severely wounded now, and her speed and reflexes are no match for her opponent. Soon, her face turned red from the slap, and her mind became dazed. Her long, smooth hair flowed in the air, adding a touch of fragility to her appearance, evoking sympathy.

The God of Curse and Flame let out a wicked laugh, revealing his lower body and reaching out to grab Diana's head, attempting to force it down.