Village Head's Debauchery

"As of now, we are not aware of any other complications. It's not every day we get to do this, after all," the man responded, his smile tinged with a hint of mystery. Seeing Oberon's focus shifting entirely to regaining his composure, the man turned towards the door and called, "Ilse!"

Above them, Orion froze in place upon hearing the man's words.

"It can't be,' Orion thought, shaking his head in disbelief.

Of course, it can't! It's impossible!

Orion turned sharply towards Aegis of the Arctic Deity, his eyes narrowing as he noted the solemnity in Aegis's expression. Sensing that Aegis was just as new to this information as he was, Orion refrained from speaking out immediately. Instead, he shifted his focus to Aerialia.

Aerialia, catching Orion's gaze, shook her head in response. "I'm not sure either. We'll have to keep watching to see if our assumptions are correct," she replied, glancing sideways at Orion before fixing her intense gaze on the imposing door.

She could barely contain her anticipation of uncovering the man's true identity if this was the person they had speculated about.

Orion nodded and refocused on the unfolding scene before him. A very tall, beautiful, dark-skinned woman with long golden wavy hair stood before him, dressed in a deep golden gown adorned with numerous gems and crystals, too many to count. Various golden jewellery and others made from special stones adorned her neck, arms, waist, and ankles, and she wore golden shoes filled with many gems.

Orion froze in his position. He had seen a painting of goddess Ilse from the Prismerions' Ancient Codex, so he instantly recognised her.

Also, despite seeing her for the first time in person, Orion was certain that the woman before him was none other than the goddess Ilse, the goddess of treasures.

Orion gulped in anticipation, keen to unravel the secrets hidden within Aegis of the Arctic Deity's memories.

"It's truly her," Aerialia said, her mouth wide open.

Meanwhile,

As Ilse stepped forward, she looked around the room before shifting her attention to the barely conscious Oberon, who appeared to be the source of the mess. Then, she focused on the man. "You succeeded," she asked, narrowing her eyes at him, "but I can't yet understand how you accomplished something like this on the first try."

"Well, when you possess knowledge far beyond mortal comprehension and the ability to predict the future," the man responded confidently, "you'll be able to arrange your steps forward and accomplish the impossible perfectly."

"I know many gods who can also predict the future and possess knowledge beyond mortal understanding, yet none of them can pull off what you've just done. You are a strange man," Ilse responded, her tone intrigued yet sceptical.

The man nodded. "As I said before, they are not me and are not qualified to be me. Also, you don't need to tell me I am strange; I know it. Now, can you help me clean this mess and take Oberon to a safer location where he won't be able to cause any further damage that might potentially destroy the world as we know it?" he responded.

Ilse wanted to speak, but she exhaled deeply and shook her head, deeming it not worth the effort. She waved her hand forward, and ripples of divine energy swept over the room, restoring it to pristine condition. Before further damage occurred, she refocused on Oberon and muttered, "Mirror realm."

As the name suggests, the Mirror realm is a mirrored version of an existing universe.It'sa technique known to all gods that mimics therealworld's landscapes, environments, and cosmic laws, where the gods can unleash their full powers without fear of destroying their worlds. The chaos released within the Mirror realm is safely contained, thereby preserving the safety of therealuniverse.

The air around them suddenly shattered like glass, reshaping the room into a strange sandy landscape under a vast, starry night sky.

"The moon,"the man remarked, nodding in approval. He glanced down and observed a dense pressure emanating from Oberon, enveloping the entire planet. Meanwhile, the ground behind Oberon cracked and sank into the planet's surface. It was clear that Oberon had sensed he was somewhere where he could stop trying to regain composure, and he did—

Within seconds, a loud scream pierced through every corner of the planet, creating an indescribable wave of soundwaves that seemed impossible to travel through the surrounding space.

Ilse and the man felt as though a wild gust of wind had attempted to ripple their bodies.

BOOOMM!!

A resounding shockwave rippled through space as a hole was torn through the moon's core to its other side, scattering space debris of earth and soil that spread throughout the cosmos.

This continued for several more instances as Oberon unleashed his power until he began to calm down, becoming more attuned to his new self. What remained in the moon's position was now just asmallpiece of rock hardly recognizable as a planet.

As everything settled, Ilse quietly murmured, "Collapsed."

The Mirror realm collapsed like shards of glass, reshaping their surroundings until they were back in the room.

The man stood beside Ilse, observing Oberon hovering in the air before them. "How do you feel now?"the man asked, a broad grin on his face.

"I feel much better than before,"Oberon responded calmly.

"Good. Since we are done here, before you help with what you promised, you should return to check on your race first.Theywill need your help to survivetheircurrent dilemma,"the man responded.

Hearing his words, Oberon's expression morphed from confusion to intense anger and hatred before he vanished from the room.

The scene before them soon began to change.

Aegis of the Arctic Deity observed, the memories rapidly surging back into his mind as he followed the scene with a solemn expression.

Orion and Aerialia also continued to observe, and as the following scene stabilized, they couldn't help but widen their eyes in shock and dumbfounded at the sight before them.