After Eriaga's return, the divine siblings became five. Even if I exhaust all my resources, I cannot possibly defeat five sovereigns—especially sovereigns of high rank. Though I have three sovereign-level spirit servants and one sovereign-level shadow corpse, they are all at level seven, while the divine five are at level eight. Of course, I can choose not to fight if I can't. As a night-wanderer and a master of illusions, I want to evade—no one will be able to find me! Zhang Yuanqing brushed yellow clay while pondering. Logically, surviving tonight without confronting the five divine siblings would be the optimal strategy. Afterward, he could abandon his identity as Ammini, transform into a commoner, and settle in a village outside the castle, thus avoiding the divine five. Once they sacrifice their half-siblings and awaken the so-called sacred relics, he could then observe the conflict between the Light God's High Priest and the five divine sovereigns. But... is this really that simple for this quest? A Class-S quest—does it merely require hiding and waiting for the rivals to clash until the island of Paphos sinks, thus completing the quest? Zhang Yuanqing thought it impossible. There must be some hidden setup that absolutely had to involve him—though he didn’t yet know what it was—the quest itself couldn’t allow him to easily escape this life-or-death crisis. Zhang Yuanqing worked mindlessly, distracted. "Once it gets dark, I’ll rush and spend time with Hélásine, finish tonight’s daily tasks first, so I’ll have room to handle any unexpected developments." "Then I’ll retreat to a quiet spot on the island, observe the stars, and figure out how to proceed." After a brief internal deliberation, he settled on a plan. Soon, the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving only a stubborn golden-red twilight clinging to the sky, staining the sea. With the day’s work done, Zhang Yuanqing and Hélásine laid down their tools, washed off the mud and dust at the well, and then shared four slices of bread, half a roasted lamb leg, and two bowls of vegetable soup. The two sat in the garden, now filled in with leveled patches, chatting and enjoying their dinner, when the beautiful goddess Sektyia approached, smiling warmly. "Aminni, Herasini, there's something that requires your help," she said. "Come on!" Zhang Yuanqing beamed with enthusiasm and politeness, "Beautiful goddess, as long as it's your command, I will do my very best—even at the cost of my life, I swear!" Herasini grew furious, glaring at her overly attentive lover before adding, "Sektyia, what is it you'd like us to do?" Sektyia's fair, radiant face bore a gentle smile. "Due to the battle, the main building where my mother resides has suffered a collapse in its basement. You know, that building is a sacred site—no one is allowed to enter. Yet, the collapsed area must be repaired, and someone has to go in. You, more than any slave, will be trusted to do so." Herasini understood his meaning—compared to slaves, these private children of the goddess of beauty were certainly the best suited for the task. Without hesitation, she agreed, "I'll go now." Sektyra smiled and shook her head, "No, don't rush. I'll come back to you after dark. After a busy day, have dinner, then return to your rooms to rest and recover your strength." She turned to Amini, blinking her eyes, "Aminni, what about you?" Was she worried that too much noise might reveal the slaves' secret underground? The divine offspring would also need time to lift the goddess's seal... Zhang Yuanqing bowed respectfully, "Even if you ask me to die, I will go without hesitation." Sektyya laughed softly, twirling her round hips and gracefully departing. Herasini stared at Aminni with wide, sparkling eyes, exclaiming, "Aminni, the way you looked just now—like a monkey with no dignity, begging for a mate!" Zhang Yuanqing set down the lamb bone and half-bread, then pulled Hesalina along. "The bread isn't even finished yet, Amini. What are you doing?" "Let me show you my apology and sincerity." Even before the sky had fully darkened, the bed in Amini's room began to tremble, with creaking sounds interlaced by Hesalina's stifled sighs, her lips pressed tightly together in effort to endure. Forty minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing eliminated the daily "thud" negative buff, carried Hesalina into a dream, and then transformed into a streak of starlight, vanishing into the room. A moment later, he appeared in a quiet forest on the island of Paphos, drew out the Great Luo Star Chart, sat cross-legged, and gazed upward at the dense, brilliant expanse of stars. The island of Paphos is near the tropics, and its night sky is both dazzling and beautiful. Immersed in the celestial spectacle, Zhang Yuanqing gradually came to understand the flow of destiny as the constellations shifted. In less than a minute, a vision of the future flashed through his mind. He saw Cupid's smooth, endearing face, the background blurred. The young god was furious, roaring, "Where is Amine? Where is Amine?! These base-born hybrids must gather in sufficient numbers to awaken the sacred relic—just short, just short! We must find Amine! We must!" As the roar of his fury subsided, Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes. He had been mentally simulating the future after he had hidden himself, and his conclusion was clear: the cost of hiding was death. Though the celestial charts offered no hint as to how exactly he would die, nor did the vision itself. Still, as a star official, interpreting the future was a fundamental skill. "To awaken the sacred relic, all half-human, half-divine beings on the island must be sacrificed. Without me, the awakening will fail." Thus, when the High Priest arrived at Patmos, no one could stand against him, and I fell at his hands, for he was at the peak of the ninth rank—my star readings could not capture the finer details...” Zhang Yuanqing drew a deep breath. He could evade tonight, but not the final chapter. If he didn’t evade tonight, he would become one of the sacrificial candidates—just as he wasn’t strong enough to match the Five Divine Heirs in a direct confrontation, the outcome would remain the same. Even if he exhausted all his reserves and managed to win by luck, it would be a hard victory—still, once the High Priest of the Light God appeared, the ending would be a definite failure. “S-tier, still S-tier. You’re still you, you’re still you!” Zhang Yuanqing sighed, his brow furrowed. He once again poured fresh starlight into the celestial chart, beginning his second observation. He needed to deduce a path to survival through the stars. ... “Knock. Knock!” The knocking woke Heraxini. She instinctively reached for her lover beside the pillow, only to find him absent. She instantly became alert, rose The knocking came again. Hesalina lifted the fur blanket and walked toward the door, "Is it Amini who has returned? Where did you go all night long?" Opening the simple wooden door, she found Sektia standing there—tall, graceful, beautiful and sensuous. Upon recognizing her, Hesalina remembered she had work to attend to and quickly greeted, "Good evening, esteemed Sektia." Sektia maintained her gentle, warm smile, "How was your night?" "Excellent! Thank you for your kindness—it was a wonderful dream," Hesalina replied with a smile. "But Amini seems still asleep..." Sektia looked into the dimly lit room, where the bed was empty, and was momentarily taken aback, "Where is Amini?" Hesalina shook her head in confusion, "When I woke up, he was no longer there." Sektia's expression grew serious. At that moment, a voice from the corridor belonged to Amine: "Oh, my beautiful Sektyra, your arrival has transformed this humble house into a spacious, bright, and radiant space." Sektyra looked at the returning Amine, and the serious expression on her face softened into gentle warmth as she smiled. "Amine, where have you been? Herasina has been searching for you and is quite worried." Zhang Yuanqing gazed deeply at the stunning face before him, enchanted: "The moonlight tonight is so beautiful!" Sektyra didn't grasp the reference—otherwise, she would have surely asked him to join her for a more intimate moment. She said, "Let's go. Everyone is waiting for you. Cupid is impatient; if we're late, he'll be upset." Pressed by Cupid? Zhang Yuanqing gave a quiet "hmm" in his mind. Upon hearing this, Herasina indeed showed signs of apprehension, quickly dressed herself in her reed sandals and pulled at Zhang Yuanqing's arm: "Amine, let's go quickly!" Zhang Yuanqing nodded and followed Sektyra, leaving the thatched-roof building where the slaves rested. Three of them moved through the quiet castle, where, due to the battles during the day, several buildings had collapsed. Under the still night, the place appeared as though it had been abandoned for years—mysterious and eerie. Not long after, they reached the main hall and saw the Five Divine Children gathered outside, along with fourteen half-divine, half-human bastards. Among these bastards, there were both men and women, of various ages—some were elderly, with silver hair already sprouting. The half-divine ones bowed respectfully, remaining silent, bearing the humble demeanor of lesser, second-tier offspring. Cupid moved around behind Zhang Yuanqing, leaning on his shoulder and whispering, "I've got a secret to share with you—one that I arranged for you and Hesychia to fall in love." His eyes sparkled with teasing. Menia furrowed her brows. "Cupid, no need to go on like this." She glanced at the half-gods and said, "Everyone's here. Let's go to the basement." "Wait!" Zhang Yuanqing interjected. Menia's brow tightened further. "Amynia, repairing the basement is a crucial task. Your disagreement with Cupid can wait until later." But once they reached the basement, there would be no 'later' at all! Zhang Yuanqing adopted a humble tone. "Respected Goddess Menia, I misunderstood you. I'm not here to criticize Cupid. On the contrary, I would like to offer him a dance—the most magnificent one of all!" "To dance for me? Oh, to dance for me!" Cupid spiraled through the air, laughing heartily. "Amynia, I'm truly looking forward to it!" Zhang Yuanqing stepped back a few paces, moved his hands to his back, and quietly produced an old yellow leather gourd, placing it on the ground. Then, amid the mixed expressions of bewilderment or scrutiny from the onlookers, he spread his arms wide, palms upward, trembling like a patient experiencing a seizure. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted—he began to gracefully sway his hips and move his arms like a serpent. Then, his limbs surged with muscle, and the dance grew strong and vigorous, with each arm motion and turn flowing with dynamic momentum. After thirty seconds, Zhang Yuanqing halted all movement and bowed low to the yellow gourd, saying, "Please, turn around, little one!" A slender beam of light burst forth from the gourd's mouth, clearly defined with eyes and features, and shot toward Cupid with the speed of a sudden storm, striking precisely at his brow and swiftly rotating. In the stunned silence of the crowd, Cupid's head rolled off, his pale face streaked with blood, his expression of shock frozen in place. The entire sequence unfolded so swiftly that no one had time to react—nobody could have imagined the turn of events would unfold quite this way. One after another, they stared in disbelief, beginning to question their own vision. At that moment, another Ammini emerged from the shadows, reaching the body of Cupid before anyone could recover, stepping on his head and bending down to pick up the small bow, the golden arrow, and the lead arrow. This Ammini drew the bow, nocked the golden arrow, and shot it toward the Ammini. A flash of gold pierced Zhang Yuanqing's chest, then spun in a circle before returning to pierce the chest of the goddess Menia. At this moment, Sektyra was the first to react, her pupils constricting dramatically, and she shouted, "Quick, retrieve the golden arrow!" Though she still did not understand what was happening, she now realized what the two Amminis intended. Erigya's expression hardened, and her golden wings swept out, sending a deluge of wind blades slashing toward the Ammini holding the bow and arrow. At that very moment, the goddess Menia stepped forward, raising a yellow-copper barrier between the two, shielding the unyielding wind blades. Amidhini caught the golden arrow that had returned and drew back her bow once more, aiming at the sea nymph Thesia and her corporeal form.