Chapter 79: The Goddess Plays Her Hand

Two weeks had passed like a fever dream.

Jax had been busy. Very busy.

Katherine? Twice more. Once in her office, bent over the presidential desk. Once in the shower, her pregnant belly pressed against the glass.

Beatrix? He’d fucked her in her vanity trailer during a film shoot, hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her moans while crew members walked past outside.

Paige? He hadn’t given a single fuck. Literally.

Zinnia? His reward from the bet still unclaimed, sitting there like a prize he hadn’t bothered to collect.

Kiera? The quest to fuck her was still active. more than half a month left. Plenty of time to plot.

And the Devotion Points? They’d piled up beautifully.

[Total DP: 969]

’Nice.’

But farming wasn’t his only focus. He’d been laser-focused on one thing: domination in the tournament. And revenge.

The only loose end was Granny Lyra.

She’d been nowhere to be seen for two weeks, held in custody for breaking one of the academy’s most sacred rules: disturbance during official matches. Specifically, destroying the recording camera in the VR world during the Queen’s Birthday Tournament.

Jennifer Reed hadn’t filed a complaint. But the viewers had been furious. The backlash was swift.

When questioned, Lyra had only said: "If the same thing happens again, I’ll do it a million times."

Now, after two weeks alone, horny, thinking about her "king" Jax, she was finally released.

And the first thing she did was go to the academy grounds.

To watch him fight and there he was.

Jax stood inside his battle mech, a towering machine of steel and fury. Arms bristling with weapons. Legs reinforced with hydraulic power.

His opponent? Emma.

Her mech was already smoking, sparking, systems failing.

The referee’s voice crackled over the speakers. "Match is still in progress! Combatants, remain in your..."

Jax didn’t listen.

He popped the cockpit hatch mid-battle and climbed out.

The crowd gasped.

The referee’s voice turned frantic. "Jax Rayne! It’s dangerous to exit your mech while..."

Jax ignored him, walking across the battlefield like he owned it.

Because he did.

Emma’s mech stood frozen, cockpit sealed, systems fried. He’d forced it into a full System Breakdown.

’Game over.’

But Jax wasn’t done.

He signaled his mech via the neuro connection device embedded in his temple. The massive robot hand descended like an elevator, scooping him up.

It carried him to Emma’s cockpit.

He stood there, face to face with her through the reinforced glass.

Then the mech’s other hand smashed through the glass wall.

Shards exploded outward. Emma flinched, arms raised to shield her face.

Jax stepped inside her cockpit, boots crunching on broken glass.

And the crowd went silent.

Because they finally got a good look at him.

Jawline sharp enough to cut steel. Six-pack abs visible through his torn shirt. Biceps carved like marble. Legs thick with muscle, veins running down his forearms.

The result of his legendary Gacha spin reward from the Beatrix quest: 50 undistributed stat points.

He’d dumped them into his three weaknesses.

Resolve: +20

Stamina: +20

Charm: +10

The transformation was immediate. His body had become a weapon.

[◈ STATUS MANIFEST ◈]

[System: God-Tier Lewd System]

[Name: Jax Rayne]

[◈ CORE ATTRIBUTES ◈]

[STA (Stamina): 30 / 50]

[CHA (Charm): 23 / 50]

[RES (Resolve): 24 / 50]

[TCH (Technique): 14 / 50]

[LCK (Luck): 4 / 50]

[◈ RESOURCES ◈]

[Devotion Points (DP): 230]

[◈ INVENTORY ◈]

[Stamina Elixir (∞)]

[◈ SKILLS ◈]

[None Acquired]

Emma stared at him, her expression frozen somewhere between fury and despair.

Jax crouched down, meeting her eyes. "So. How does it feel?"

"Fuck you," Emma spat.

"Still got that fire, huh?" Jax smirked. "Good. I’d hate for you to go soft on me."

"The score’s tied," she said, voice shaking. "We’re even."

Jax laughed. Actually laughed.

"Tied? What the fuck are you talking about?"

Emma’s jaw tightened. "You beat me here. I beat you at the Queen’s Ball. That’s one to one."

"One to one?" Jax’s grin widened. "Em. The score is eighteen to one."

Her face went pale.

"Oh, and by the way," Jax added casually, "you forgot to count one loss when we last talked. You told me you broke after sixteen tries. But you missed one."

Emma’s hands clenched into fists.

"So, which faceoff did you forget?" Jax tilted his head, mock-curious. "Let me guess. It was one of those matches that weren’t eventful. For me, at least. Maybe for you too."

He tapped his chin. "Was it Cyber Clash? Where you lasted one minute and thirty seconds less than your previous matchup? Or was it Battle Circuit? You took that avatar, the bulky armor type. What was his name again?"

He paused. "Ah, never mind. I’m bad at remembering names."

Emma said nothing. Her breathing was shallow.

"But I’m disappointed in you, Emma," Jax continued, voice dropping. "Every single time I saw you back on Earth, there was a spark. Improvement. A will to win that satisfied me every time we fought."

He leaned closer. "But today? When I thought you’d finally give me some real thrill? Here you are. Broken. Frozen. Pathetic."

His tone turned mocking. "Your brain is as ass-tier as before. Your ego drives you insane. Your decision-making is bronze-level trash at best. You tunnel-vision like a silver-rank idiot, and your adaptability? Non-existent. You play like a bot stuck on autopilot."

He stood, turning his back on her. "I expected better."

Emma stared at his retreating figure, her chest heaving.

She wanted to ask. To call him back. To say something, anything.

But instead, she smiled.

A broken, bitter smile.

She processed these insults they felt similar they were same , she had heard it countless times from him with whatever avatar she took he said the same with more insult of course.

’So Jax you were watching me, How much I study you I guess I wont be able to get you’

Jax stepped out of the mech, the crowd erupting in applause.

His eyes scanned the stands.

Azara sat near the front, arms crossed, a proud smile on her face.

Ava and Celestia were nearby, both looking happy when his gaze passed over them. Then sad when it moved away.

Then something unexpected happened.

The ground shook.

A sound echoed through the academy. Not a siren. Not an alarm.

A melody.

Beautiful. Haunting. Otherworldly.

The crowd froze. Then erupted in excitement.

People scrambled out of their seats, rushing toward the exits.

Jax frowned. ’What the fuck?’

Kai appeared beside him, grabbing his hand. "What are you thinking, Jax?! Hurry up before it ends!"

"What ends?" Jax asked as Kai dragged him forward.

"Dumbo! Don’t tell me you don’t know about the Goddess Communication!"

"Goddess what?"

Kai stopped, eyes wide. "Oh my god. You’re so dumb. Well, I guess our generation has never heard it before, so maybe it’s understandable. But still! You don’t know the very foundation of the world?!"

Jax’s expression darkened. "Don’t piss me off. Just tell me what this is about."

Kai sighed. "Fine. Tell me, why do we settle everything through games?"

Jax answered instinctively. "Because it was game mechanics. The developers wanted it that way."

Kai blinked. "Dude, what the hell? Fine. Let me tell you. Our world has a Goddess. She watches over us, her children, from above. And the reason we settle everything through games? It’s her wish. Her rules. Her world mechanics. She designed it so we’d all be entertained."

’That wasn’t rules,’ Jax thought. ’That was a command. And the entertainment? I’m pretty sure it’s for her entertainment.’

Kai continued. "From the very beginning, it’s been like this. She communicates with us sometimes. For changes, announcements, whatever. And that sound? It’s her signal."

’These stupid people worship this Goddess,’ Jax thought. Then he smirked. ’Well, if I were her, I’d do the same. Hell, I’d probably go even more insane.’

They reached an open field.

The sky above had transformed.

Green wavelengths rippled through the clouds, moving fast, back and forth, like living auroras.

And then the voice came.

Soft. Feminine. Powerful.

"My lovely children. It has been far too long since we last conversed."

The crowd fell to their knees. Reverent. Worshipful.

Jax stayed standing, arms crossed.

’Let’s see what this bitch wants.’

"My children," the voice continued, warm and maternal. "I have watched you all with great joy. Your performances over the past weeks have exceeded all my expectations."

The crowd murmured in awe.

"I was thoroughly entertained. And as a gift, my blessings will always be with you."

Jax snorted internally. ’What a greedy, manipulative goddess. And what stupid fucking people.’

"However," the Goddess said, her tone shifting, "I come to you today with a personal request. I am truly sorry that I appeared only for my own selfish desires."

The crowd erupted immediately.

"Don’t apologize, Goddess!"

"Anything for you!"

"We live to serve!"

Jax rolled his eyes. ’Pathetic. They can’t even see the manipulation.’

"But my children," the Goddess continued, "the one who helps me win will receive a wish. Anything within my range of power."

The crowd exploded.

"Tell us, Goddess!"

"I’ll win it for you!"

"Just say the word!"

The Goddess wasn’t just addressing the academy. Her voice echoed across the entire world. Every nation. Every person.

And she knew they wouldn’t deny her.

"I have made a bet," she said, "with my friends from other worlds. You may refer to them as gods of their respective realms."

Jax’s eyes narrowed. ’Other worlds? Gods? This just got interesting.’

"I want your help to win this bet. I have selected a few of you to fight for me. To defeat my friends’ chosen champions."

The crowd roared.

"However," she warned, "it will not be easy. Trust me. The rules will be explained to the selected champions. But know this: the competition will last no longer than one year."

"Take me, Goddess!"

"Select me!"

"I’m ready!"

But the Goddess didn’t respond.

Silence fell.

Then Jax noticed something.

Kai’s body was glowing. A soft, golden light.

Jax looked down at his own hand.

He was glowing too.

The light intensified, wrapping around him like chains.

The crowd gasped, pointing.