An Evil God Invade Another World

Godfallen had taken over the village chief's house, and the chief's unfortunate family had been served up by Jack for him to feast upon, allowing Godfallen to indulge.

By the time he had eaten his fill, it was nearly ten o'clock at night. Godfallen burrowed into a pile of skulls, his tentacles consumed, leaving only the clean bones. Initially, he had planned to collect these skulls, like the surrounding skeletons, to keep them for future use. But for reasons he couldn't quite understand, he found itself drawn to the skulls, almost instinctively wanting to be close to them.

So he buried his entire body within the skulls.

Through the knowledge passed down via its bloodline, Godfallen learned that the dried tentacle that had once floated in the cosmos was still alive. Its favorite food, it seems, was the brains of intelligent creatures.

Many of the ritual tools and offerings involved the bones of intelligent beings, especially the skulls, which were indispensable. Just as Godfallen was preparing to rest, to relieve itself from three years' worth of accumulated fatigue, a knock sounded at the door.

It crawled out from the pile of skulls, its form still draped over the bones. “The door’s not closed. Come in,” he called.

Jack entered, bringing with him a young girl dressed in light clothing, her face delicate and oval-shaped, with fox-like eyes and wavy blue hair. Her innocent eyes were filled with fear, and her slender form trembled as she stood.

“Great Lord, this is the girl you requested. Her name is...” Jack began.

Godfallen interrupted, “Her name doesn’t matter. I don’t care. Get her some clothes. I didn’t bring her here to satisfy my desires, but because women don’t have as many disgusting smells on them. Just prepare food and water for her. Beyond that, do not enter this room unless bringing books or food. I like to kill in my dreams.”

“Yes, Lord.” Jack nodded and left to fulfill the request. 

Godfallen nodded in acknowledgment and gestured for the books to be brought in. Ever since becoming this way, he had developed an insatiable thirst for knowledge. According to his inherited bloodline, Godfallen's kind was known for their mastery over both knowledge and the power of dissection.

Through continuous sacrifice and climbing the ranks, one could eventually ascend to godhood and obtain boundless power, beyond which memory would fade. Godfallen was obsessed with the idea of such terrifying power, though he had little interest in baser desires—though not without some interest, of course.

He also knew from his memories that it needed to gain the origin power of a world, which would require consuming the faith energy of that world. However, to gain all the faith energy, every intelligent being in this world would need to believe in his existence.

Godfallen abandoned the idea. This world had many gods, and it was certain that there were other sources of origin power. Moreover, he lacked confidence in his own strength.

The original owner of the tentacle had died seeking the origin power of "Blue Star", only to be killed by the "Yin-Yang Lord God", who then used that power to give birth to countless lives and formidable beings.

Once the tasks were completed and the room cleared, Godfallen turned its attention back to the girl. “What is your name?”

“Cort·Riya, my Lord. You can call me Riya.”

“I see. Help me to the pile of books.” 

Riya carefully lifted Godfallen and carried it to the stack of books, where she knelt to assist with the reading.

“Go to bed. I don’t need you here.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Riya turned to leave and slept in the village chief's daughter's room.

Godfallen spent about five minutes scanning the books. Disappointed, it returned to the pile of skulls, murmuring to itself, “As I thought—ignorant, extremely ignorant. Most of the villagers here are barely above a kindergarten education. Who knows how many years it took to get that. All this useless paper combined doesn’t even compare to a single volume of ‘Postpartum Care for Sows.’”

He quickly gave up on searching for knowledge in this backward village and turned his attention to the surrounding cities. Faro’s capital was over four hundred kilometers away, too far for now. The world was unstable, and even if it collected good books, there was a chance it could be robbed along the way.

The capital of Morian was much closer, only about fifty kilometers away, but it was controlled by the Trentin family. Gothwallen had just wiped out five hundred of their soldiers, including a count.

“Nothing works, huh? Impossible,” Godfallen sneered. “In this world, there are no true enemies or friends, just the right amount of benefits. Perhaps I can use the Trentin family’s power to fix my broken body.”

His body was still incomplete. Even if he found the origin power, he wouldn’t be able to unlock the higher powers of his bloodline.

As a demigod, he was stuck forever in that awkward middle ground—powerful enough to kill below a hundred levels, but too weak to challenge anyone above demigod status.

But the power and knowledge he had were enough to drive any mortal mad, and he decided to use both to slowly achieve its goals.

Godfallen closed its eyes, and the world seemed to calm by three parts.

The next morning, he awoke again and crawled out from the skull pile. He saw Riya sitting at the table, eating. The room was large but sparsely furnished, with just a large table, several chairs, and a few pieces of furniture it couldn’t name, along with a few decorations.

One could only imagine how poor the village must be.

Of course, Godfallen had no intention of helping them. True to its nature, he would simply ignore their plight and enjoy itself.

“My Lord, you’re awake,” Riya immediately ran to kneel before it. Though she was only fourteen, she had adapted quickly. She had seen so much death that a room full of skulls no longer fazed her.

“What are you eating?” Godfallen crawled onto her lap, too lazy to move, just wanting to be pampered.

“Bread, stewed horse meat, and corn porridge.” Riya let out a loud, unattractive burp, and then blushed, apologizing. “I’m sorry.”

“No worries, it’s only natural. Corn can have that effect,” Godfallen replied lazily, “Your meals aren’t bad. Isn’t there a bad harvest this year?”

Riya broke off a piece of bread and offered it to Godfallen’s mouth but was pushed away with a swipe. “I don’t eat grass. Cows and sheep eat grass. Answer my question.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Riya stood and explained, “The soldiers took much of the grain, wealth, and women. The new village chief took the gold and silver, and we were left with the grain. Why do you ask, my Lord?”

In his mind, Godfallen thought, 'Definitely trying to look for an easy way out—no effort made at all.'

But he couldn’t say that aloud. “Do you have enough food?”

Riya lowered her head, a look of sadness on her face. “Maybe not. The harvest was too poor this year, and many will go hungry.”

Godfallen scoffed, “It can’t be helped. After all, humans are so fragile, so small, aren’t they?”

Riya suddenly looked up. “My Lord, you’re so powerful. You can help us, can’t you?”

“But a god must not help for free, right?” Godfallen extended his two tentacles, smiling knowingly. “If I help humans for free, they will become lazy, more decadent. Everything has a price, doesn’t it?”

“I’ll go talk to the new village chief right away!” Riya stood up, eager to act.

Godfallen sneered inwardly, 'Foolish girl. They’ve sold you out, and you’re still helping them count their money. So naive. You should please me, forsake your body and soul, and beg me to destroy those villagers who pushed you out as a scapegoat. If that happened, it would be too vulgar for my taste.' he closed his eyes again, waiting for them to come begging.

He never offered help first; that would place him at a disadvantage. He always waited for others to ask, then let them make their own choices, offering rewards in exchange—this was the way of demons.

Ten minutes later, Jack entered the room, slowly kneeling before Godfallen, and asked in a soft voice, “Great Lord, can you really help us survive this harsh winter?”

“I can help you survive any winter. Riya, lift my head.”

Riya climbed onto the table, kneeling behind it, and placed his head on her lap.

Jack rubbed his hands nervously and asked, “What should we offer in return?”

“Stop trying to fool me with these scraps of paper. I need better books, books that record the knowledge of this world—about magic, rituals, sacrifices, and prayers.”

Jack’s eyes flickered as he chuckled awkwardly. “Great Lord, we don’t have the money to buy such precious knowledge.”

Godfallen extended a tentacle and grabbed a skull, writing complex symbols on it before handing it to Jack. “Take the bodies from yesterday, bury them in the soil, and place this skull on a scarecrow. This afternoon, you’ll have a great harvest. I guarantee it.”

“But that still isn’t enough.”

Godfallen smiled, “Don’t worry. The crops will yield many rare red grains. These valuable crops can extend life and taste like meat. Sell them to the nobles of Morian. If I’m not satisfied with the knowledge you bring me, I’ll find another village chief.”

“Yes, my Lord!” Jack turned and ran out.

Riya gently stroked Godfallen’s head, saying, “Master, he lied to you.”

“I know.” Gothwallen remained still. “Riya, remember this—never expose a lie. It’ll ruin the relationship. Everyone lies for a reason. Fulfill their desires, let them think they are clever, then let them make a mistake. When they do, eliminate them. That way, no one will ever threaten you again. Would you like to visit the big city of Morian?”

Riya’s eyes brightened, but she sighed, “But I’ve heard it’s a place where noblewomen gather. A poor girl like me won’t be allowed into the city.”