AWB Chapter 270 I Became a Goddess in Africa (Part 4)
Chapter 270 I Became a Goddess in Africa (Part 4)
When the news spread, the entire tribe was in an uproar.
The men looked fearful, while the women, though silent, seemed to brighten their eyes, which sparkled with surprise.
When everything concerns one's own interests, the concept of a goddess or not becomes irrelevant.
You must know that their tribe has maintained this custom for thousands of years. This goddess came and wanted to break this rule, and even wanted to turn the men into women's slaves. This is simply impossible, and they will never allow it.
"Goddess? No, this is not a goddess, this is a demoness."
"Witch, witch..."
"Burn her! Burn her!"
The men gathered together and discussed the matter. They believed in God, but they weren't fools; they didn't want to be manipulated.
They believed that Qingmo was a witch who wanted to break the ancestral rules.
So they decided to launch a surprise attack on Qingmo at night.
The chief stood aside without offering any opinion, but his silence spoke volumes.
Although he feared the goddess's power, he reasoned that there was strength in numbers and that the law would not punish the masses. Even if he failed, the goddess could not possibly kill them all.
That night, several tall, dark figures quietly approached Qingmo's residence.
Before they could even make a move, the small earthen house exploded, and Qingmo, surrounded by a radiant light, stood in the center, coldly watching them.
"Hmph, you dare to defy the will of God?" Qingmo's icy voice rang out.
Her gaze not only swept over the group of people, but also pierced through the darkness to look at those hidden in the shadows, who were eager to make a move, yet hesitant.
These people were merely a signal they were sending; if the goddess were to falter even slightly, they would swarm her and devour her flesh and blood.
Despite being just a baby, she stood in the darkness, bathed in golden light, her aura unmatched. No one dared to underestimate her, for she was a goddess who could truly summon divine fire.
"Ah."
She chuckled softly, slowly raising her hands. The surrounding temperature instantly rose, flames danced on her fingertips, and the firelight reflected on her face, making her look neither like a god nor a demon.
Upon seeing this, the men who were preparing to launch a sneak attack all took a few steps back.
"I didn't want to start a massacre, but since you are so stubborn, then you shall taste the punishment of the gods."
Her voice was as cold as ice. Before those people could make a move, flames fell on them, turning them into human torches in an instant.
"Ah! Help! It hurts so much! Fire!"
"Goddess, Goddess, spare my life! Your humble believer will never dare to do it again."
"Ah! I'll fight you to the death! My people will never be slaves!"
The piercing screams echoed through the night, and the once pitch-black tribe was suddenly illuminated.
One by one, the tribespeople came out carrying torches to watch. Some knew about tonight's events, while others did not. The women held their children tightly, watching everything in horror.
Those who were burned by the flames wanted to get close to Qingmo, wanting to perish together with her.
But an invisible barrier stood between them, preventing them from touching her. They could only be consumed by the flames, and the air was filled with the smell of roasting meat.
Those who hadn't participated in the attack were filled with terror at the sight of the carnage. Qingmo watched it all with a blank expression, her eyes devoid of any pity.
"This is the consequence of disobeying me."
She lowered her hand, and the flames gradually died down, leaving only charred and smoking bodies lying lifeless on the ground.
At this moment, the chieftain in the crowd finally stepped forward. "Goddess, we did not mean to offend you. It is just that these rules passed down from our ancestors cannot be changed so easily. Please forgive our sins, Goddess. We will never dare to do it again."
He lay prostrate on the ground, no longer harboring any hope of survival; the fear of death lingered in everyone's mind.
Divine power is irresistible.
They were unable to struggle.
Qingmo sneered, "Times are changing. You demand that women abide by the rules left by our ancestors, but when it comes to yourselves, why are you so unwilling?"
"The development of the tribe is paramount. Look at yourselves, each one of you is plagued by disease and emaciated. Doesn't this prove that your rituals and laws are wrong?"
“If the rules are wrong, they should be changed. Since you are so incompetent, then follow my rules. Starting tomorrow, I want to see your actions. Otherwise, this will be the end for all of you.”
After saying that, she stepped into the darkness and left the place.
The house is all destroyed, where will she live? Of course, she'll find a secluded place to enter her spatial dimension. She gives herself a perfect score for this display of arrogance.
The next day, an aura of death permeated the tribe.
The smiles had vanished from everyone's faces; the men's faces were filled with sorrow, and the women's with fear.
They were used to being submissive, used to male superiority and female inferiority, and used to all kinds of unfair treatment.
Now, suddenly everything is about to be shattered. No one knows what the future holds. They are confused, but more than anything, they are afraid—afraid of their future lives, afraid of the men's fists, afraid of all the unknowns.
Qingmo naturally knew that where there is oppression, there will be resistance, but she didn't care.
Rebellion? Just shut it up. As for what will happen after she leaves?
I don't care.
She's not actually dark-skinned, so what's it to her?
As for now, the question is, is it fun or not?
Give the chief and several elders a loyalty pill each, and they'll be sure to obey and carry out orders without hesitation.
Do the earrings, the lips, the body—one by one. No matter your age, just do it for me.
The first two are easy to understand, but the latter is a bit hard for them to grasp.
"Goddess, how do I sit in the lotus position?"
"Oh, it's very simple. From birth, a hollow sphere is sewn to the skin. As the child grows older, the sphere is replaced one by one. On the day of marriage, his wife removes it. This ensures the chastity of every man."
Chief: My scalp is tingling.