Chapter 642 - Deceiving a Goddess (1/2)

Before the Goddess of Magic Mystra became a goddess, she was also a person of great talent.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have invented numerous powerful spells and become a goddess.

It was an unprecedented accomplishment; she was the first mortal to ascend to godhood.

It was also because it was unprecedented that there was nothing to learn from.

Before truly becoming a goddess, Mystra also did a lot of probing into security and freedom restrictions. She found that becoming a goddess wouldn’t have any security dangers and gladly became a goddess.

However, she never expected that becoming a goddess would completely erase the innovative ability that she was so proud of, though it indeed wasn’t life-threatening in any way.

The power of the natural laws sealed off the insights and creativity that she had accumulated from her mortal days.

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It was fairly easy for her to create a new spell, but her ideas were just separated by a fog, unseeable and untouchable.

But that was not the end of it.

If she couldn’t create new spells, then she would just have the believers offer them up.

Everything that a righteous believer knew, the gods they believed in also knew all of it.

In the end, most Mages were influenced by her deeds and were all arrogant enough to believe that their fates were not up to the gods and hoped that they would be the next Mystra. And those who would believe in her offered new spells that were simply not worth looking at.

For example, offering a supposedly new Inferior Fireball spell, which was just a tiny improvement in power… just a teeny tiny bit.

But the magic consumption increased exponentially

It was an utterly negative transformation.

There were a lot of “improved” spells like this. As a Goddess of Magic, how could she possibly appreciate this kind of stuff?

So the Mages who believed in the Goddess of Magic gleefully improved spells and offered them only to hear nothing back from her, and over time, even fewer people were willing to believe in her.

In the end, only a bunch of so-called clerics still kept a handful of churches operating, making it known that there was a Goddess of Magic in this world.

In reality, the Goddess of Magic, despite her extreme combat prowess, had a reputation that was completely unmatched by the Life Goddess and Goddess of Light.

Even the Water Goddess had a much better presence than her.

And so, the Goddess of Magic existed in this world for centuries like an invisible person.

Then suddenly one day, a Mage from another plane offered a very interesting spell.

Blue Fireball!

She liked it as soon as she saw it. It wouldn’t have been hard to create a spell like this before she became a goddess, as many of the ideas in it had similarities to her thoughts from before.

She gave this child from another plane a bit of providence.

But after a while, new spells were offered—the water-making spell and oil-making spell-and it was quite interesting. And both spells were quite similar in concept to the blue fireball, and then it dawned on her that the one who made the second offering was the real inventor of these spells.

The first one was just a thief.

So she took back the providence on the first person and gave it to this other child from another plane.

She also hoped that he would believe in her.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t willing to.

But even then, Mystra wasn’t angry.

All competent Mages had pride, and she too was like that back then!

And now, Roland had offered up a new model of a magic array, which she knew at first glance was only half of the model. As the Goddess of Magic, she had the strongest thirst for new magic, for new knowledge, of all the gods.

At that moment, she couldn’t help but pull Roland to her divine realm with her spiritual power.

Then she saw Roland’s soul, a peculiar one, completely unaffected by the rules of the gods.

Only at the Master level, he had been able to look at her without being hurt.

This man wanted to trade with her.

The more the Goddess of Magic felt this man was interesting, the more she wanted to make him her believer.

Roland wasn’t sure what the Goddess of Magic across from him was thinking, he just wanted to negotiate a deal.

“What’s the deal?”

The Goddess of Magic had a beautiful voicebeautiful women didn’t usually sound bad.

Even if her voice was average, you would find her voice touching with the enhancement of her beauty.

“I’ll offer the full version of the multiple teleportation magic array to you,” Roland said slowly, “but I don’t want your reward directly.”

“Then what do you want?” Although Mystra was eager to know about the other half of the magic array, she held back her anticipation and asked calmly instead, “Do you think my rewards are bad? Why don’t you first listen to what I’m giving as a reward?”

Roland made a gesture of invitation.

He wasn’t in a hurry, and in case the goddess did give something better than what he had in mind, he wouldn’t turn down a different reward.

“I can give you a divine clone.”

Hmm?

Roland thought of the Nether God’s Soul Gatherer and was instantly disinterested.

What did he need that tool-like thing for himself? Besides, according to some of the miscellaneous books he’d read, it said that the divine clone of a god was able to transmit the nearby environment and images back to the god’s mind.

In other words, having a divine clone was like having an extra surveillance monitor next to you.

Looking at Roland’s slight frown, the Goddess of Magic waved her hand gently.

The blue glow of magic converged around her.

Roland was immediately interested when he saw the glow. Because it wasn’t just any magical elements, but purer and higher energy.

Divine power?

Roland suddenly realized what it was, and he was secretly thinking that it would be nice if he could steal some of the divine power and go back to study it. Unfortunately, he couldn’t steal it.

His current self couldn’t harness that kind of power yet.

As he was regretting, this blue divine power gathered into a humanoid form, then the head, face, arms, and legs all materialized. Long, light purple hair, a petite body, and a similar white dress.

It was a young lady version of the Goddess of Magic.

This young lady’s eyes were closed, and although she looked lifelike, there wasn’t any sign of life present. And it had no soul.

It was just a model. While it did look a lot better than the Nether God’s Soul Gatherer, or at least much more aesthetically pleasing, the question was what did Roland need an inflatable doll for.

While the inflatable doll was indeed beautiful and realistic and seemed to have body heat, Roland really didn’t need it.