Since Truth’s arrival, Olivia’s warning ability kept activating, causing her to frequently dream of various future scenes involving Truth even while she slept.
There were even scenes where she was pinned to the ground by Truth…
“No, this absolutely cannot happen!” So Olivia began frantically running simulations on how to deal with Truth, but in the end, she only found one way to survive.
That was to submit to her…
Through millions of simulations, Olivia discovered that her death rate stood at 99% once she opposed Truth.
Even if all the gods in the world united to attack Truth, the result was the same. This showed that in the future, no deity could save themselves.
“So, which is more important—life or dignity?”
The Great Prophet Olivia pondered briefly before arriving at a simple answer: Isn’t it better to just submit?
For more than a hundred years afterward, Olivia secretly checked the mist each year to observe Truth’s status, discovering that she was gradually merging with Divine Authority and was expected to awaken soon.
As for the Mist Feather Serpent, it was still sound asleep, seemingly having given up on vying for authority.
Until today, in 1653, Olivia hadn’t even performed her usual yearly check when she discovered that Truth had already emerged from the mist—and had become the Ninth Saintess of the Goddess of Life!
This nearly terrified Olivia into a breakdown. Fortunately, after more than a century of mental preparation, she didn’t panic aloud.
She didn’t know what Truth intended after leaving the mist, only that she now needed to submit.
Inside the projection of the Eternal Forest slowly fading away, facing Truth’s casual remarks, Olivia was slightly stunned but awkwardly replied:
“W-Well… okay…”
No sooner had she spoken than Truth’s small hand immediately landed on Olivia’s chest, giving it a quick feel.
Hmm… B+, average. The body was a bit stiff, but larger than Suna’s, and inexplicably easy to talk to.
So Truth continued:
“Can I see your collar?”
“My collar?”
Olivia was confused—what with the groping and now asking to see her collar?
Before she could figure out what Truth was up to, the latter’s somewhat unclean hand lifted the white collar of Olivia’s robe, her neck slightly extended as she inspected it.
Pink… quite plump. And why wasn’t she wearing any underwear either, just like herself?
“Ah?!”
Olivia instinctively tried to pull back, but the collar was hooked by Truth, causing her to fall straight onto the ground. The collar was pulled even wider.
“I want to touch,” Truth pressed on.
Olivia was on high alert—no way! Could this one be interested in all sorts of fancy teachings like Zhihui? If that were the case, wouldn’t she end up pinned to the bed sooner or later?
After all, they were both women!
Because she’d been too busy figuring out how to survive Truth’s grasp, Olivia never had time to study Truth’s personality or hobbies.
“C-Could… you let me think about it a bit?”
Olivia carefully tried to pry Truth’s hand away. Truth still smiled without objection. Olivia immediately turned around and pulled out the three curls from her hair.
“If Truth wants to teach me, can I refuse? If Truth wants to talk to me, can I refuse? If Truth wants to…”
After repeating her questions silently several times, Olivia dropped the curls to the ground. As they landed, they formed a symbol only she could understand, which meant:
No.
The divination told Olivia that the best choice now was not to refuse Truth.
“Gulp…”
Swallowing hard, for the sake of her future, Olivia closed her eyes, turned her face slightly away, and quietly replied, stiffening her body further:
“I’ve thought it through, please… go ahead…”
“That’s unexpected, you’re so easy to get along with.”
Truth didn’t say “go ahead,” but instead draped herself over Olivia’s shoulders from behind and, with a pleasant voice whispered in her ear:
“Are you divining? I’m quite interested in you now. You’re a deity too, right? What’s your relationship with the Goddess of Life?”
Truth wanted to understand Olivia’s origins.
“I-I… I’m not a deity, I don’t even have Authority. I was just blessed by the Goddess and became a Tenth Rank Prophetess with the title of Prophet Goddess…”
“King-Rank Prophetess? Eh~ then can you predict my future? Or… have you already predicted me?”
As a special NPC profession designed to drive game plots, the Prophetess was known not to lie, and many players had been frustrated by their cryptic riddles.
But Truth didn’t care because she hated reading those long, stinky side quests and usually skipped all storylines except for mandatory CG Animations.
Now Truth wanted to see what kind of weight Olivia carried—to test whether this Tenth Rank Prophetess could break through her Eleventh Rank Sin-Concealment. If Olivia uncovered her hidden identity, she might reward her with heartfelt openness.
Olivia’s will to survive was strong. Though she couldn’t lie, she could still tell partial truths:
“Y-Yes, I did predict you long ago. I also found there’s something on you that even my prophecy can’t see through. Plus, my teacher said, ‘A prophet’s greatest enemy is their own curiosity,’ so I didn’t delve into your secrets deeply. That’s partly why I’m wary of you.”
“But I did see your future bringing prosperity to the entire Deya Plateau. That’s all I can reveal, because if I said more, the future might very well change.”
People fear the unknown. Olivia expressed this truthfully and genuinely couldn’t see through Truth because until now, she had only glimpsed faint fragments of her past and hadn’t investigated further.
After all, she was afraid of dying and thus struggled to suppress her curiosity.
Her teacher’s words and the vision of Truth leading the Deya Plateau to flourish were true. She really couldn’t reveal more, because this was the Goddess of Life’s territory. Their conversation would surely be overheard by the goddess.
If Truth were exposed here, it would cause bloody chaos. So before Truth was securely managed, Olivia absolutely could not let her turn against the Goddess of Life so quickly!
“You seem to be hiding something,” Truth said casually.
Olivia was on high alert again, but Truth didn’t push further, knowing exactly what kind of person a Prophetess was.
They were all riddlers who liked to hide meaning in their words! Unless beaten to death, they never revealed everything they prophesied!
And Truth couldn’t just throw her to the ground and slap her in front of the Goddess of Life.
With dual-class panels and maxed-out Eleventh Rank Sin-Concealment, Truth was confident Olivia couldn’t see through her.
What Truth didn’t know was that Olivia wasn’t actually timid or conflict-averse—she had even secretly stared down a Demon God before.
She was just afraid that if Truth killed her, she would never get another chance to observe others again.
Moreover, she had already studied Truth before Truth gained the dual-class panel…