To be precise—
The girl before him, Syr, was none other than the goddess Freyja herself!
Freyja, the unrivaled Goddess of Beauty, possessed the power of charm…
And a pair of eyes that could see the very essence of one's soul.
Whether male or female, anyone who looked upon the Goddess of Beauty's body and soul would be instantly captivated.
Freyja resided at the very top floor of Babel Tower, Orario's great skyscraper.
She was one of the most powerful and wealthiest goddesses in the city.
Of course…
At this point in the story, Freyja's body was still untouched—pure and unsullied.
There was absolutely no such thing as a certain necklace-and-four-dwarves story here.
In the original work—
After losing the War Game, Freyja eventually became a subordinate deity to Hestia;
Most of her high-level Familia members even moved into the Hearth Mansion.
With Freyja Familia joining them, Hestia Familia's combat strength skyrocketed overnight—
Briefly surpassing the Loki Familia, and becoming the strongest in all of Orario!
…
Raven Eltharion studied her briefly, then said calmly, "What is it?"
Even though he knew Syr's true identity, he chose not to expose it.
Even if Freyja tried to use her charm—
Raven wouldn't be affected at all.
Thanks to his skill, Sanctuary of Holy Magic, he was fully immune to all forms of charm.
Even the Goddess of Beauty wasn't an exception!
Though the gods could instantly see through any lie…
They didn't have mind-reading powers—they couldn't see into someone's thoughts.
…
At the moment—
Raven was dressed plainly and casually.
No visible weapons or armor on him.
The Thousand-Feather Wand he'd received from the system last night was still tucked away in his virtual space.
He didn't plan to draw attention to himself, so he refrained from taking out a magic wand worth nearly 10 billion valis.
With such an ordinary look, he blended in perfectly with the crowd.
And yet…
Freyja still spotted him at a glance!
Indeed—
What caught her attention was the pure, unblemished soul inside Raven!
After observing him for a moment—
She decided to test whether he was already an adventurer.
With a faint smile, she stretched out her fair hand, revealing a bluish-purple crystal in her palm.
Then, her cherry lips parted as she said courteously, "Did you… drop this?"
It was an ordinary magic stone.
A simple test—a classic method of striking up conversation.
Raven wasn't stupid; he immediately understood her intent.
Rejecting her?
That would mean throwing away the secret support of a top-tier goddess!
Only a fool would do that!
And since the system had gone quiet for now—
Why not accept Freyja's help?
After all—
Freyja was incredibly generous. She had once given away a magic grimoire worth over a hundred million valis, just like that!
She craved Raven's unique soul—
While Raven… had his eyes on the vast wealth of her Familia.
With a slight smile at the corner of his lips, Raven replied, "Thanks for picking it up for me."
Syr—Freyja's disguise—froze for a second, clearly surprised by his cooperation, but quickly smiled again.
"Then… here you go," she said sweetly, handing him the magic stone.
Raven accepted it.
Syr asked gently, "Are you heading to the Dungeon?"
She was very polite, not asking directly which Familia he belonged to.
"Yeah," Raven nodded, then looked at her outfit. "That work uniform… it looks nice."
"Which shop are you working at?"
"Once I make some money, I'll definitely drop by."
Syr's eyes sparkled. "Really?"
"I work at a tavern called The Benevolent Mistress. I'll be waiting!"
Then—
She leaned in close to Raven's ear and whispered, "You better not break your promise~"
They were practically touching at the temples—
"Don't worry, I always keep my word," Raven replied, slightly flustered.
Then added, "Well… as long as I can afford it."
"I believe in you." Syr suddenly blew gently on his ear, a playful smirk on her lips.
Raven shivered slightly.
The sweet scent and the ticklish sensation nearly made him blush.
As expected of the Goddess of Beauty—her flirtation game was on point!
Fortunately…
Raven had a passive charm resistance.
Otherwise, he might have fallen on the spot!
After teasing him, Syr pulled back a little and saw Raven dazed in place.
She couldn't help but giggle.
Her laughter was beautiful—and joyful.
A moment later, she said, "It's nearly noon."
"Were you planning to grab lunch?"
Raven snapped back to his senses and shook his head. "No, I'm heading straigh—"
Before he could finish—
Syr placed a finger on her lips, her gaze drifting off in mock thought.
She deliberately stretched her voice, "Mmm~~"
Her playful, mischievous eyes scanned around before returning to Raven.
"If you don't mind… how about having lunch with me?"
"Sure!" Raven agreed without hesitation.
He hadn't eaten breakfast—
And last night's fried potato balls barely filled him up.
Even though Raven had a skill that passively restored stamina—
He couldn't survive on air alone!
He wasn't a god—he was human, and he got hungry too.
A free meal?
Of course he wouldn't say no.
Besides—
He didn't believe Freyja would eat him alive right now.
After all…
Raven was still a lowly Lv.1 rookie.
Any smart hunter would fatten the prey up first before slaughtering it!
And on the flip side, Raven didn't think Freyja could fully control him either.
"Then let's go~" Syr smiled brightly.
She took the lead, guiding Raven toward one of Orario's restaurants.
Along the way—
Syr chatted and laughed, warm and welcoming.
As they talked more, she eventually learned Raven's name.
But Raven never once revealed which Familia he belonged to.
Over time, as they spent more time together—
Raven felt himself slowly being drawn in by her overwhelming charm…
At that moment—
He walked casually beside Syr, hands behind his head, conversing leisurely.
To bystanders, the two looked just like a young couple out on a date.
But inwardly, Raven sighed.
"Sigh…"
"My Riveria…"
"When will I finally run into you~"
"If you don't show up soon, I might really get stolen away."
"I don't have that 'single-minded devotion' skill, you know…"