I Try To Enjoy My Life But This Woman Keep Calling Me Villain-Chapter 226: Incarnation of Destruction

Gwyndolyn moves across the battlefield like a graceful dancer. He twists his body to evade incoming attacks, leaps into advantageous positions, and flicks his wrist to cast spells that obliterate the monsters pouring from the portal.

He doesn’t need incantations or long-winded chants—just a mere thought and a wave of his hand is enough. Unbeknownst to him, he has unlocked something that never existed in Second Life back in his previous world. He unlocks chantless casting, which lets him cast spells without saying the names of the spells. Not only that, his basic attack from the game also evolved into something more powerful and potent.

Roots burst from the ground, impaling the monsters before him. A towering tree materializes, its massive branches wrapping around a colossal beast, sealing its movement. Moments later, a star descends from the heavens, detonating the tree in a fiery explosion.

The sky darkens for a brief moment, only to be illuminated by a meteor shower. Stars rain down upon the battlefield, annihilating anything in their path.

After an hour of relentless combat, Gwyn is no longer just defending against the invading monsters—he is attacking their homeworld through the portal. His summoned creatures have already crossed over, and the world watches as they lay waste to the enemy’s domain.

When one of his golems sustains too much damage, Gwyn snaps his fingers. The construct surges deeper into enemy territory before self-destructing, unleashing an explosion comparable to a nuclear blast.

His destruction escalates, drawing even greater threats from the other side.

A two-hundred-meter-long dragon emerges from the portal, its presence shaking the battlefield. The ones responsible for opening the portal smirk, believing Gwyn’s "recklessness" has played right into their hands.

But they have severely underestimated him.

As the dragon roars, Gwyn exhales and retrieves an object from his Guild Vault—an orb that pulsates with overwhelming power.

The leader of the watching group leans forward, eyes narrowing.

"That is..." he mutters, attempting to use divination to analyze the energy radiating from the artifact.

But he is too slow.

Gwyn crushes the orb in his hand.

"Come forth, O Mother of Dragons! Primordial of the Sea and Life! The Origin of All Life! Creator of the Sea of Life!

Your son calls for your protection! Rise and show your wrath to those who seek to harm your children! Tiamat!"

The world shudders.

Even the gods—beings of unimaginable power—watch in horror as something awakens.

Something ancient.

Something older than even the divine themselves.

Something that existed before the world’s creation.

And Gwyndolyn just summoned it.

Every screen broadcasting the battle focuses on the sky as a colossal dragon’s head emerges from the heavens.

It is massive—so massive that its sheer size rivals an entire country.

Then, two enormous claws appear, grasping the edges of the portal and tearing it open wider. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The world trembles.

The dragon raises its head, opening its mouth as a terrifying energy begins to gather.

This is not divine energy.

This is not abyssal energy.

This is not any energy anyone ever encounters.

This is something else.

A concept made manifest.

It is destruction in its purest form.

A beam of annihilation erupts from Tiamat’s maw, tearing through the portal with such intensity that nothing can possibly survive.

No one can see what happens on the other side, but all can feel the catastrophic devastation being unleashed.

When the energy finally dissipates, Tiamat lowers her gaze to Gwyndolyn and speaks.

"It is done, Child of the Stars and Nature’s Beloved."

Her voice is vast, resonating across the world.

"Next time, call me with tea and snacks rather than with enemies. It has been far too long since I’ve had a proper conversation with one of my children."

Gwyn bows his head in respect. "I will, Great Mother."

Tiamat gives a small smile, but to the world watching, her "gentle" expression is horrifying. She doesn’t mean to scare them, but it is what it is.

Her teeth—each the size of an entire house—gleam in the light.

Many who witness it immediately soil themselves.

Then, as if nothing happened, Tiamat vanishes, retreating to her domain after the job is done.

The silence that follows is deafening.

And the world is left to process what just occurred.

People already knew that Gwyndolyn was powerful—perhaps the strongest in the kingdom.

But now?

Now, he is the strongest person in the entire world.

With the favor of a Primordial Goddess, no one in their right mind would dare to cross him. The nobles are already plotting to offer their daughters and even sons to Gwyndolin. As long as they get part of his power, they are happy.

The nobles who once plotted to take over the Southern Territory?

They are already scrambling to send envoys to the capital, begging the king for protection.

But what they do not realize is that the king wants them dead. King Hernandes watches everything unfold, his hands clenched into fists. Now that he has seen Gwyndolyn’s true power, his mind is made up.

These nobles—these selfish, power-hungry fools—are not worth protecting.

He would rather secure Gwyn’s favor than waste time catering to traitors.

Letting out a slow breath, the king rises from his throne and turns to his advisors.

"Gather as many troops as we can. We depart at once. Send word to the other nobles—they are to mobilize their armies and annihilate the rebel factions. Tell them this is a royal decree. Anyone who refuses to participate will be branded a traitor. We will crush the rebellion. Leave no one alive. From this moment forward, the Central Nobles are Arc Traitors."

The room freezes.

One of the advisors stammers, "But Your Highness! Arc Traitor is a status reserved for—"

"The church?" Hernandes interrupts.

His gaze sharpens.

"Did you not see the Goddess? Did you not hear what Gwyndolin said? That was Tiamat—the Primordial Goddess of Sea and Life. Do you think the church will reject what just happened? Do you think they can deny it when the entire world just witnessed it? Her head alone was the size of our entire kingdom. I would rather be branded a tyrant than risk angering her."

His advisors exchange nervous glances. But in the end, they all nod. The king is right. They do not want to anger the Goddess.

To do so would be a death sentence.

"We understand, Your Highness."

"Good."

Hernandes exhales, rubbing his temples.

"Send the orders with our fastest messenger birds. The war ends now."

The advisors immediately leave to carry out his commands.

Once they are gone, King Hernandes leans back into his throne, releasing a tired sigh.