"What divine authority do you wield that would place you in opposition to the God of Light?" The golden-haired young man roared, his voice filled with urgency after witnessing two of his companions fall. Several of the divine offspring paused their combat, turning their attention to the enigmatic figure clad in a purple-and-gold armor, their eyes filled with curiosity and inquiry—seeking to understand his origins, his intentions, and the unfolding situation. Above all, he subjected Amine to constant difficulties and subtly undermined their relationship, fostering a love between him and Heserini—thus violating sacred traditions. Given Cupid's nature, his jealousy and apprehension would surely intensify to an unprecedented level, potentially transforming into outright hostility. Meanwhile, the divine offspring would not unconditionally trust Amine, who had suddenly assumed such powerful authority, even if they accepted him. They would naturally implement safeguards—such as seducing him through the charms of Sektyra, thereby establishing physical intimacy, which would then allow Sektyra to manipulate him. Under normal circumstances, Zhang Yuanqing was confident he could withstand Sektyra's allure, but Amine's "daily intercourse" constitution meant that as soon as he fell ill at night, merely a gentle sway of Sektyra's hips would suffice to make him yield. Reflecting on this, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly grasped the significance of this detail—Amine's unique constitution was a hidden pit! As soon as Amine demonstrated his worth and proved his formidable strength, Sektyra would inevitably gain control over him. The副本 had surely arranged this体质 for a reason—and that reason lies precisely here. Once the significance was clear, the choice between revealing or concealing became obvious. With a hoarse, indistinct voice, he said, "What are you standing there for? Kill the followers of the God of Light!" Then, picking up the massive lyre left behind by the young woman, he entered the night, vanishing from everyone's sight. As the focal figure disappeared, the divine children immediately shifted their focus onto the blonde youth. He stiffened, made no hesitation, and soared skyward, fleeing the island of Paphos. The two warrior goddesses, Cyndia and Menia, closely pursued him, and the three grew farther and farther apart, eventually fading into mere black dots until they vanished entirely. Among the three supreme leaders, two perished and one escaped—now the followers of the God of Light lost all morale. Under the leadership of Cupid and Sektyra, the goddesses of beauty swiftly drove off the enemy forces. In Ammini’s room, the stars began to rise. Zhang Yuanqing opened his inventory and withdrew the lyre, over a meter tall, to read its item details. 【Name: Léya's Shepherd's Lyre】 【Type: Musical Instrument】 【Function: Commanding Beasts, Regulations】 【Description: Léya is a devoted follower of the Divine Light and a shepherd. She offers lambs and wool to the Divine Light, and in return, the Divine Light grants her a lyre that enables her to command her flock, as well as regulations that protect shepherds from attacks by fierce beasts.】 【Note: With prolonged use, one's faith in the Divine Light grows stronger.】 The cost is that faith in the Divine Light deepens over time—this trade-off is so minor that it can be entirely overlooked. While the description emphasizes shepherding, the lyre actually allows control over a wide range of animals, making it excellent for countering Wood Spirits. Its strongest feature is the protection regulations, which provide a highly reliable survival advantage during the dominant phase. Zhang Yuanqing returns the item to his inventory. Since the note does not mention "cannot be carried out of the Spiritual Realm," this item is indeed a portable treasure suitable for use beyond the realm. The quality of the Laiya's sheep-lyre is at most mid-tier; without the "regulations," it would be merely basic. For now, it's better than nothing—suitable to save a small circle's life. ... Dusk. The followers of the Beauty push carts, one after another, carrying the bodies of the followers of the Light God and dumping them into the sea. The castle's slaves kneel, diligently filling in the bloodstains, plugging the hollows in the gardens and the ground, mending cracks in the walls, busily clearing the battlefield. Occasional cries rise between the slaves and the faithful, though the war has settled quickly, the followers of the Light God have still inflicted massive damage upon the island of Paphos. The exact number of deaths has not yet been tallied, but there are certainly hundreds. Zhang Yuanqing and Herasinina are using the thick, slippery yellow mud to mend the cracks in the walls. "It was terrifying," she says. "The followers of the Light God were truly terrifying." Herasini was filled with lingering apprehension, speaking softly: "I was so frightened I couldn't even step out. Amini, I really needed you, yet you weren't by my side. Why?" "Oh, my dearest Herasini," said Zhang Yuanqing with heartfelt warmth, "the scene was so chaotic at the time. I wanted to find you, but outside, it was all devoted followers of the Light God. Hiding was the safest course. I had full confidence in your wisdom—you would make the right choice, and there would be no danger." Proving his words true, he added, "In fact, I was right. Only by living could I continue to love you." Herasini was deeply moved, yet dared not kiss her beloved in front of everyone. While attending to Herasini, Zhang Yuanqing continued working, his gaze steadily turning toward the tower. Sincia and Menia were unable to defeat the Left Priest of the Light God and only returned in the evening. Then, the four sons of the gods ascended the tall tower to convene. With so many people in the castle, the bustling streets made it easy for others to overhear—only the lofty tower remained private Cupid slowly扇ed his snowy wings, brushing past his three sisters and asked, "Who is that man wearing such an unusual armor? If he's a helper sent by our mother, why didn't he explain himself clearly? From the way he's acted, he seems to be a subordinate of the God King." Cythna and Menia furrowed their brows, the latter adding, "At least for now, he's assisting the island of Paphos." Cupid replied coldly, "If he's an ally, why keep himself hidden? Since he's been hiding, there must be a reason—protecting Paphos might not necessarily mean he's our friend; there could be other intentions at play." Sektyra's eyes flickered, saying, "What I'm implying is that his goal is..." She glanced down at the main hall where the goddesses dwell, then paused, saying nothing further. Cupid's round and endearing face bore a seriousness out of proportion to his age. "The gods all know about the mother's unique circumstances—how the sacred relics are hidden deep beneath the island of Paphos. Wouldn't it be entirely natural for them to take advantage of the conflict between the mother and the god of light, and strike while the mother is vulnerable?" Sektyra stroked her sharp chin. "Indeed, someone did enter the basement last night." The three divine sons spoke in unison: "Who?" Sektyra walked to the edge of the clock tower, gazing down at the castle, her eyes settling on a particular spot. "Aminni!" ... Wait, what are they looking at me for? Zhang Yuanqing felt a sudden chill. At the edge of the clock tower, the four divine sons stood side by side, all their eyes fixed on him. Zhang Yuanqing remained composed, shifting his gaze subtly, while quietly launching into a mental brainstorm. "They must suspect me. That doesn't make sense—my voice has been treated, I'm wearing a mask, and I've undergone facial transformation. How could they recognize Aminni as the one who has just arrived from the heavens?" "The figure's physique couldn't possibly be recognized—covered in armor from head to toe, it would be impossible to discern." "Could it be scent? Sektia, the seasoned priestess, can detect my aroma, yet on the battlefield, the chaos is overwhelming: the blood, the salt of the sea, the smells of animals, and the mingled scents of thousands of people blend into a single, complex atmosphere. Even if Sektia were a dog, she wouldn't be able to pick out my distinct scent." "What then, are they looking at me for?" Zhang Yuanqing couldn't make sense of it and decided to summon his spirit servant to overhear. At that moment, a strong wind suddenly swept across the castle's sky, followed by excited shouts from several slaves in the distance: "Lord Eriega has returned! Lord Eriega has returned!" More and more slaves began to cheer. Eriega? The last of the divine offspring, the one who had been away on duty, had returned? Zhang Yuanqing raised his head and saw a dark figure swiftly approaching the castle. With his keen vision, he could clearly make out that the figure was a humanoid with golden wings. Not Cupid with wings sprouting from his back, but a being whose arms unfold into vast wings. A bird-like humanoid with golden wings circled the castle twice before diving straight toward the clock tower. Eriega appeared to be a wind mage... Zhang Yuanqing quietly exhaled a breath of Yin energy, guiding his spirit servant to drift toward the clock tower, preparing to eavesdrop on the conversation between the divine offspring. Eriega had been away on business and had not returned—what could be more important than the survival of the island of Paphos? As a top-tier player in the spiritual realm, he could not miss the opportunity to gather information. The four divine offspring's strangely solemn gazes just now also seemed out of place. With his consciousness sinking into the spirit servant's body, Zhang Yuanqing swiftly covered over one hundred meters, arriving beneath the clock tower and drifting up along its side, pausing at a height of five to six meters below the divine offspring. Artemis's voice came through: "Eriga, you've finally returned. The island of Paphos was just attacked by followers of the God of Light today... Hmm, how is Father?" A note of both anxiety and anticipation lingered in the latter part of his question. Father? The beloved情人 of the Goddess of Beauty, a deity rumored to be of knightly rank? Zhang Yuanqing involuntarily rose another half meter, allowing the conversation among the divine offspring to grow clearer. Eriga spoke with gravity: "Father was slain by the combined forces of the God of Light and the High Priestess. Mother could not withstand their combined strength and fled. She has instructed me to return to Paphos first, where she will seek assistance." Silence fell suddenly upon the clock tower. Then came Sektyra's wailing: "Oh my heavens!" Her tears flowed not only for the loss of her father, but also for the very fate of Paphos itself. Cynia and Menia pale, their eyes flickering with fear, panic, and uncertainty—now that the God of War had fallen, the future of Paphos seemed irrevocably doomed. Zhang Yuanqing immediately grasped the general course of the rivalry between the goddess of beauty and the god of light. The king of the Greek gods, for some unknown reason, had journeyed far eastward, allowing the god of light to launch an attack, aiming to kill the goddess of beauty and destroy the island of Paphos. In response, the goddess of beauty allied with her longtime lover, the god of war, to face off against the god of light and his high priest. The divine offspring remained behind on the island of Paphos to defend against the advancing followers of the god of light. Afterward, the god of war fell, the goddess of beauty fled, and the god of light pursued her relentlessly until he ultimately killed her in a forest. The goddess's head then inspired the local hunters, giving rise to the "spirit tribe." "Wait—something's off!" Zhang Yuanqing suddenly stiffened. Just a few hours ago, he had doubted that the final boss of Paphos Island was the high priest of the god of light. But now it seemed clear that, to have participated in the divine war, the high priest must have reached the peak of mastery—perhaps even a master-level dominator. Could a master-level dominator This is equivalent to having Fu Qingyang and Fu Qingxuan duel it out, just like the Magi Eye facing off against the Shōrō in a life-or-death battle. There's no alternative—only delivery. Zhang Yuanqing is growing more and more puzzled about this quest. Erihiga continued: "The Light God has gone after his mother; the High Priest is advancing toward Patmos Island. He's not as swift as I am, so I've come back early." As a master of illusion, Zhang Yuanqing sensed the emotions of "fear" and "unease" drifting through the air above his head, reinforcing his conviction that the High Priest was indeed a master of peak dominion strength. Cupid's voice sharpened: "Once the High Priest of the Light God arrives, we will all perish—everyone will die... Sektia, awaken that sacred relic; that is our only hope." Cynthia's steady voice replied: "But that relic can only be awakened by the mother." "No," Sektia's melodious tone interjected, "sacrificing the mother's bloodline to it will also awaken the relic." "In Cupid's clear, childlike voice, there was a chilling undertone: 'We must sacrifice our mother's half-divine blood entirely!' 'Well...' Meneia, a knight by profession, furrowed her brows, instinctively resisting the proposal. 'If our mother returns and learns of our actions, she will surely punish us.' Cupid replied coldly: 'Meneia, we have no choice. Our only option is to hold onto the island of Paphos and await news from our mother. Between sacrificing our mother's half-divine blood and sacrificing the entire island—whichever will she choose?' 'If you refuse, then I will sacrifice you. I will tell our mother that you died under the siege of the followers of the Light God.' His voice was bright and youthful, yet the words sent a shiver through every listener. The sea nymph Sinicya said: 'Then let us proceed. Tonight, gather all those of half-human, half-divine lineage, and bring them down under the pretext that the basement has collapsed and requires urgent repair.' "Secktya and Eriega exchanged a glance, "I agree." Menia remained silent. The spirit servant five meters below slowly descended back to the ground, drifting gracefully and returning to the body of its master. At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing's mind was filled with a massive exclamation: *Crap!* All the information and clues converged, and he finally fully understood the storyline and the strategy for the S-tier dungeon, the Island of Paphos. Zhang Yuanqing opened his task panel and stared at the main quest: "Survive!" It turned out he did not belong to either the Paphos Island faction or the Light God's faction. In fact, the main quest had already hinted at this—only the three words "Survive," not "Defend against the Light God's followers." Since the second day of his entry into the dungeon, he had faced threats from Cupid. A typical love-based profession would simply be unable to complete the task of shooting two thousand arrows. On the third day—today—Cupid had assigned him yet another impossible task. The danger level was steadily intensifying, and he was being pushed relentlessly toward death. Then, just now, he has been added to the list of sacrificial candidates. Patra is not aligned with him at all—he has faced immense danger since he arrived on the island. Of course, the Light God's faction is also an adversary. He stands as an independent figure, caught between the two factions, making his primary mission simply to survive—the survival amidst the factional conflict. "Thankfully, no one appeared during the day, otherwise we would have been taken straight to Sektya's chambers tonight, and after paying the night's fee, would have been unable to refuse entry to the basement, leading to certain death," Zhang Yuanqing thought with a surge of relief. Having clarified the core mechanics of the quest, he now needed to begin formulating his strategy. His first priority was to survive tonight.