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[Age 1842: The conch you gave Beisht wasn't just a tool to summon you. You also enchanted it to observe her surroundings at all times.]
[After Beisht left, you immediately activated the spell. You watched her return to her "home"—a dilapidated wooden hut. You couldn't fathom why your magnificent palace had lost to such a wretched place.]
[Beisht stood at the door, hesitating. You knew it wasn't just "nervousness upon nearing home." But then, a baby's cry came from inside.]
[She rushed in to find her mother lying on the bed, already cold, clutching a newborn infant who wailed in her stiffening arms.]
[After Beisht was taken away, her mother had been forced to marry a village widower and soon became pregnant. Nine months later, she died in childbirth. Seeing the sickly child, the widower abandoned her.]
[You expected Beisht to blow the conch for help, but she tucked it away instead.]
[Perhaps she feared you wouldn't take the child, or she didn't want the baby to live in the Sea God's palace forever.]
[The villagers were shocked by Beisht's return—she was the first "bride" ever sent back by the Sea God in over a century. Despite her explanations, they believed she'd angered him.]
[A lonely, despised girl could barely survive alone, let alone care for an infant. Watching, you silently prayed she'd blow the conch.]
[Unable to bear their suffering, you secretly left whale milk and pearls at her doorstep. The clever girl knew no kind god would help—it had to be you. Though ashamed, she accepted your aid for the baby's sake.]
[The annual "Sea God's Bride Ceremony" arrived, but the villagers were nervous. Fearing the Sea God's displeasure, they selected a beautiful girl.]
[Since Beisht left, you'd lost interest in new brides. But refusing might turn the villagers' anger toward her.]
[So you appeared, grander than ever, like a petulant child showing Beisht : "See? I'll take new wives. You're nothing special."]
[On your giant clam, you scanned the crowd for her—but she wasn't there.]
[Disappointed, you returned to the palace and held another lavish banquet, trying to forget her.]
[Age 1843: With your help—but mostly her own efforts—the baby miraculously survived. You watched daily, ensuring they weren't harassed. Fear of the Sea God kept the villagers at bay.]
[Some even speculated Beisht had betrayed you, bearing another's child. They scorned her while praising your "mercy."]
[After Beisht left, you never smiled again, drowning your longing in endless banquets.]
[Your wives, devoted to your happiness, devised a plan to bring Beisht back willingly.]
[The solution was simple: secretly decree that in eighteen years, you'd take Beisht's "daughter" as your bride. Unable to part with her child, Beisht would return.]
[You agreed. Before the ceremony, you sent a dream to the village elders, designating your chosen bride.]
[To avoid suspicion, you decided to personally select brides each year. In eighteen years, no one would question choosing Beisht's daughter.]
[The elders obeyed, offering the chosen girl. In return, you rewarded them with sea treasures—a small price for Beisht's return.]
[Age 1850: All went smoothly. Beisht's daughter grew into a lovely girl under your watchful gaze. Though you couldn't father children as a god, you felt paternal love.]
[One day, Morax reappeared after a decade—a blink for gods.]
[Over drinks, she revealed she'd nearly unified the region by defeating rival gods.]
[For you, this was grim news. During the Archon War, you'd stayed neutral in the chaos. But under Morax's rule, your existence would be precarious.]
["A shared bed tolerates no second sleeper." Only one god could ascend to divinity.]
[Noticing your unease, Morax said, "Stay hidden in the depths, and I've no reason to act. But cease taking human brides. Under my rule, such acts are forbidden."]
[The once rare and leisurely atmosphere suddenly grew tense.]
[You knew well that this was not merely advice but also a warning—the Vortex Lord and the Geo Archon could never be friends. If you overstepped, she would show no mercy.]
[The people of this region, whether living by the sea or on the islands, could only worship one god. The God of the Sea and the God of the Land could never coexist.]
[Truthfully, you had no interest in fame or power, nor did you care for life on land. But if you gave up now, Beisht would never return to your side.]
[With just ten years, you could carry out your plan and bring Beisht back to the sea. And so, for the first time, your prideful self chose to lower your head: "Give me time. Let the Sea God's Bridal Ceremony ten years from now be the deadline. After that, I will never set sail again."]
[The ever-stern Morax actually agreed to your request. If you broke the contract, she would not hesitate to wage war against you.]
[Age 1860: For an Gpd like you, ten years passed in the blink of an eye.]
[Under your watchful gaze, Beisht's daughter had grown into a graceful young woman, while Beisht herself bore few marks of time—only the once-luminous blue of her eyes had dimmed slightly compared to eighteen years ago.]
[Following the plan, you once again issued orders to the village elders, selecting Beisht's daughter as the bride for this year's Sea God's Bridal Ceremony.]
[Of course, no one knew this was your doing, nor did you want Beisht to realize it was all part of your scheme. Your feelings for her were complicated—undoubtedly, you loved her, yet you also resented her departure.]
[You had already resolved that when you took her daughter away, you would make her beg before agreeing to bring her along.]
[On the night you gave the order, the villagers forcibly tore her daughter from Beisht's arms. After all, the bride needed to be properly adorned before the ceremony.]
[Their rough handling displeased you greatly, but due to your contract with Morax, you could not harm them. Otherwise, after taking Beisht and her daughter away, you would have made those brutish fools pay.]
[But right now, you had no mind for such matters. Tomorrow's Sea God's Bridal Ceremony would be the last and the grandest yet. You would prepare the largest giant clam as your carriage, adorned with the brightest pearls, pulled by the mightiest of draconic beasts. You would bring Beisht back to the Sea God's Palace in the most glorious fashion!]
[Yet, as you busied yourself with preparations, a distant, melodious sound of a conch reached your ears.]
[It was the very same conch you had gifted Beisht all those years ago!]
[For eighteen years, you had waited for her to sound it—only for it to ring now, at the worst possible moment.]
[Why now? You tried to use the conch to see what was happening, but once blown, the magic imbued within it would vanish, reducing it to an ordinary object. You could no longer observe the situation through it.]
[The only possibility was that Beisht wanted you to appear, to save her daughter from becoming your "bride." But if so, wouldn't your eighteen years of careful planning go up in flames?]
[Of course, you could also pretend not to have heard the conch. That way, everything would proceed as planned. In the end, your choice was…]
[1. Pretend not to hear.]
[2. Go to the meeting.]
"What kind of question is that?" Lucas frowned. "Of course, I'm going to meet her!"
Being a villain was one thing, but what kind of God would he be if he didn't keep his word?
[In the end, you chose to go. Riding your giant clam, you raced to where she had sounded the conch.]
[For eighteen years, you had watched Beisht from the shadows, never meeting her face-to-face. In your mind, your reunion was meant to happen at the perfect Sea God's Bridal Ceremony, where you would openly take her away before all.]
[But when you arrived at the promised place, what greeted you was Beisht's hollow expression… and a cold corpse.]
[It was her daughter. The once-vibrant life now lay lifeless, her body unmarked save for the clear ligature around her neck. She still wore the bridal gown meant for tomorrow.]
[Her daughter had been even more stubborn and radical than her. Rather than marry a stranger—the Lord of the Sea—she had chosen to end her own life when no one was watching.]
[Though you hadn't killed her, she had died because of your plan. At once, confusion, doubt, guilt, and remorse flooded your heart.]
[Just then, a group of villagers approached. Their leader sneered, "Hey! Done crying yet? Hurry up and strip that dead girl of her gown. If we can't find a suitable bride before tomorrow and the Sea God blames us, you'll be— Huh? You… you're… the Sea God?!"
[Your sudden appearance terrified the villagers. The leader hastily knelt, stammering, "Lord Sea God, this really isn't our fault! You chose— Ugh!"
[Before he could finish, his body withered instantly into a desiccated husk.]
[You killed him not just to silence him about your role as the mastermind, but also… out of instinctive rage.]
[Never before had you killed a human—not out of kindness, but because you had never truly acknowledged them.]
[As you prepared to slay the others, Beisht suddenly gripped your hand. Puzzled, you asked, "Do you still wish to protect them?"]
["No," Beisht shook her head, her blue eyes tinged with crimson: "I must take revenge for my daughter myself. Please... this is my only wish."]
[You recalled your contract with Morax—if you harmed these humans, she would never stand idly by. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to refuse Beisht's plea]
[Finally, you nodded. You believed that at least within the sea, even Morax couldn't kill you]
[Carrying Beisht's daughter's corpse, you boarded the giant clam and returned to the Sea God's palace. You entombed the girl's body in a crystal coffin—though she'd never known you, you'd long regarded her as family]
[For Beisht to exact revenge, she needed power. As a human, she could never possess such strength... unless she relinquished her humanity]
[You told her you could share a fragment of your God's power. A mere sliver would grant her vengeance, but accepting it would transform her into a monstrous being]
[To your surprise, she agreed without hesitation. You sealed a portion of the Vortex Lord's power within her. Her body mutated rapidly, morphing into a colossal three-headed sea serpent]
[The survivors from last night reported everything to the village elders, who dismissed their accounts. How could the Sea God who'd protected his people for over a century harm them?]
[The Sea God's Bridal Ceremony proceeded as scheduled. To atone for the chosen maiden's suicide, the elders selected three beautiful brides this year to appease the Sea God]
[As in previous years, waves surged—the prelude to the Sea God's arrival. Next, the magnificent clam and towering hydra would emerge]
[But soon, something felt wrong. Instead of receding, the waves grew fiercer. By the time villagers realized, it was too late—tsunami-like waves engulfed the prosperous village]
[A three-headed serpent rose from the waves, indiscriminately attacking submerged villagers with torrential blasts]
[These fragile humans stood no chance against Beisht. The festive ceremony became a slaughter]
[You watched silently from afar, seeing no wrong in this. If these deaths brought Beisht solace, then their demise held meaning]
[The massacre lasted six hours. Having encircled the village with seawater, you left no escape. Afterward, you summoned a whirlpool to erase all traces of the settlement]
[Exhausted from her first transformation, Beisht fell into deep slumber. You didn't know how long she'd sleep, but you'd wait]
[Yet your fears materialized. With Morax now ruling Liyue, no demonic atrocities would go unpunished]
[Morax reappeared before you at the ruined temple, its devastation worsened]
["I know your subordinate slaughtered those villagers," she said coldly. "Surrender her, and I'll spare you."]
[You shook your head. For the first time, anger flickered across Morax's face: "I've shown restraint, Osial. Do you truly feel no remorse?"]
["I've done no wrong to repent for. Or... why repent even if I had?" Your defiance ignited the battle between Vortex Lord and Geo Archon]
[You know you can't beat Morax, so you drag the battle into the sea. Your attacks can barely break through her rock-like barrier. Even if Morax crushes you into dust, you can rely on the power of the sea to recover quickly.]
[You know that if this battle were on land, you would have died hundreds of times. Although this battle seems evenly matched, Morax has never used her full strength. You will experience intense pain every time you reorganize your body.]
Lucas understood now.
Simply put, Morax had maxed stats—offense and defense—while he only had high HP and regeneration. Neither could kill the other.
Yet recalling Osial's canonical fate, Lucas anticipated this simulator's conclusion.
[After ten days and nights, even mighty Morax showed fatigue, her body crusted with your dried "blood." In your true form—a multi-headed leviathan—you seized an opening]
[Entangling her with tentacles, you dragged her underwater. Only here could you possibly defeat her]
[Morax had no weaknesses... except when your tentacles coiled around her, panic flashed across her face. You remembered her revulsion toward cephalopods during your drinking sessions]
[Your true form resembled those very creatures. As she shed restraint, transforming into a half-dragon, half-qilin beast, you marveled at her beauty—by Archon standards, far surpassing humans]
[Using all tentacles, you dragged the struggling deity deeper. The unfamiliar environment and hated appendages left Morax visibly distressed—a sight that inexplicably excited you]
Don't get excited over weird things!
Do all Archons have such strange fetishes?
The gorgeous humanoid Geo Archon (X)
Her true draconic form entangled in tentacles (✓)
Upon reflection, the image of Morax—in her natural state, trapped by her most loathed tentacles in the ocean depths—did hold peculiar allure.
Am I the furry enthusiast here?
[Against all odds, you'd gained upper hand—not through strength, but by exploiting Morax's aversion to slimy appendages]
[No wonder she'd shown unusual patience with you compared to other Archons]
[Seizing this advantage, you constricted her throat with tentacles, demanding: "Abandon this fight, and I'll honor our contract—never surface again."]
[But the typically "merciful" Morax resisted: "A contract signed cannot be undone!"]
[Suddenly, golden light erupted from her body, shredding your tentacles. Soaring above the waves, she materialized an immense stone spear]
[You'd underestimated her. Tentacle discomfort had restrained her—like humans fearing mice, yet prevailing in life-or-death struggles]
["If death eludes you, then be sealed!" Her voice quaked the ocean: "Final chance—surrender the murderer, or this spear becomes your prison!"]
[In response, one of your nine heads weakly spat a feeble jet that merely dampened her toes—your defiant answer]
[More taunt than attack, yet Morax didn't rage. Sighing, she murmured something before hurling the spear]
[Exhausted, you couldn't resist as the spear pinned you to the seabed. Darkness swallowed your consciousness]
[The sea calmed. Henceforth, Liyue knew only one Archon—no, a true "god."]
[Life Simulation Complete]
[Cause of Death: Sealed by Morax]
[Evaluation: History Resists Change]
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