A Cliché Multiverse Story

Asahi looked at Ishtar. "Can you guide me to Veletta?"

He wasn't the least bit worried about her trap. She had a level 5 adventurer, with the appearance of an ugly toad.

Ishtar smiled while cackling inside her head. She hadn't expected him to fall for her trick so easily. Now, all she had to do was bring him to Valletta, so Valletta and Phyrne—the level 5 adventurers—could beat him to death.

"Promise me you won't hurt me," Ishtar said, her eyes glistening with crocodile tears. She was sure any man would melt from her sensuality mixed with innocence.

However, Asahi nodded his head, unfazed.

"I promise."

His promise will stand as the one to dispatch will be some goddess.

Ishtar got up and removed the cloth around her breasts. The supple tits swayed side to side as she stretched her arms. Her moist, bronze skin glistened with eroticism. Despite her attempts to show off her prideful assets that made any men drool, Asahi yawned as if the display of sensuality didn't arouse him.

Ishtar widened her eyes and pointed a finger at him. "You… you're not a man!"

It was the only reason she could think of Asahi's complete disregard for her charm. She felt like her pride would snap at this rate.

Asahi narrowed his eyes. He was 'tempted' to show her his manliness.

'Not worth it.'

Ishtar wasn't his type. He'd rather have Freya instead of this goddess of beauty. Freya had a borderline insane passion for what she liked while Ishtar was petty, narrow-minded, and filled with jealousy.

"Lead the way."

Ishtar ducked her head and quietly wore the cloth around her neck. Barefoot, she led Asahi through the palace, swinging her wide hips in a futile attempt to seduce him.

(I pity her.)

'So do I.'

After descending the stairs, Ishtar met a man with brown skin and short black hair. Asahi chuckled as he recalled the scene of Freya charming Tammuz. Ishtar's man lost to Freya's charm in a heartbeat and switched sides. Ishtar's despairing face was funnier if not downright creepy.

Ishtar whispered some words to Tammuz and sent him off.

"They are on the next floor."

She brought him outside the room. The ecstatic moans of a woman filled Asahi's ears.

Ishtar chuckled. "Draph is vigorous today. You'd have to wait—"

Asahi kicked open the door and met the eyes of the pink-haired woman riding a reverse cowgirl on the pallum. As one would expect from an anime antagonist, she was a beauty with a wild flavor. She froze as a thick blush dyed her cheeks. The act of embarrassment ended in a second and fury filled her eyes. "Get lost."

Asahi shrugged and pulled Valletta with his telekinesis. "You're coming with me."

Valletta got pulled by an unknown force. In her disarrayed confusion, she couldn't even resist the force.

Asahi would rather carry this girl naked than bring her along through Klyscha's teleport. She was still dripping cum. He got another reason to learn the skill on his own.

'Grayfia, did you find anything?'

"My Lord… I just arrived here. I have yet to investigate the palace."

'Leave a teleport mark there. We will investigate it later. I found the sponsor. It's Ishtar.'

"Wonderful."

(I'll bring her here.)

Valletta fought against the unknown force restricting her. She couldn't even move a finger under Asahi's C-Rank telekinesis skill. Though a little injured in her fight against Finn, she was still a genuine level 5 with most stats near B-class. Yet, this young man had her bind like a puppet.

Even Ishtar was dumbfounded by the mysterious force. She never heard of a skill capable of binding a level 5 adventurer against their will. Phryne was stronger than Valletta, but by a small margin. If he defeated Valletta without moving his hand, then Phryne stood no chance. Could he be the Knights of the Knight, the level 7 of the Poseidon Familia?

'That explains his stoic nature…'

She gulped her saliva before realizing who she was. A goddess. A woman. An honorable knight wouldn't harm a woman.

Her misunderstandings deepened further and beyond.

Asahi closed the door and brought Valletta outside. Grayfia appeared through the teleportation, her ever so calm smile twitched at the scene of her soon-to-be-husband holding a naked, sweaty woman with telekinesis.

"My Lord?"

"She is the woman we're looking for."

"At least let her finish..."

Asahi smiled. He had tasted the pain of getting interrupted during his intimate time. He would've let Valletta finish if she wasn't part of an evil cult.

"Let's go home."

Grayfia nodded and began working on the magic circle.

"W-Wait please," Valletta pleaded. "You're from the Astraea Familia."

She had gotten some rough sketches of the current Astraea Familia. This silver-haired maid was it, so was the tanned young man known as Noble Rookie.

"How the fuck is this man a level 2?" Valletta spat out the question while questioning her sanity. "I don't understand."

Grayfia grinned as she dusted her hands. "Please don't try to understand my husband. His very existence defies every logic."

"..."

"My Lord, we can go."

"You're teaching me how to make them later."

"...Can't you ask God about that?"

Asahi stared at her face. "I forgot I had a superb teacher…"

(My love, it isn't your fault to treat him like your father-in-law. He is always trying to hook you up with his daughters.)

Asahi nodded at Klyscha's justification and stood in the magic circle.

Ishtar gazed as the young man disappeared just like the way he appeared.

She could've summoned the amazoness lazing around in the district.

She could've persuaded him with money.

She could've done so much more.

Yet, she let him walk away like he owned this place.

"He can't be a level 2."

A crime in the eyes of the Guild. Someone from the Astraea Familia doing this will lay them to the ground.

Ishtar's lips curled up.. She finally had some leverage against the man.