The infinite white expanse reset itself.
Goddess Liora's galactic eyes filled with gentle and kind pity as she looked at the hero before her.
The memory of what had just happened, the entire conversation about the memory erasure skill had been plucked from her mind.
She was a god trapped in a ten-minute loop.
And Dante was the master of her eternity.
She went back to ten minutes earlier, to the moment where she'd been impressed with his selfless wish for peace.
"Your heart is truly that of a hero, Dante," she said, her voice full of warmth she hadn't shown before. She was completely unaware she was speaking to the man who had just played her perfectly. "To have endured so much, only to wish for a power of peace. Very well. I will grant it."
She raised her hand. Golden light of creation began forming in her palm.
The game continued.
His body was whole, his mana was limitless, his healing was absolute. Now it was time to build his arsenal.
