“Well… I knew that you’re a horny slut, but I never thought that you’re this bad,” the young pink-haired woman, with amber eyes and a cute and adorable face, said with a sly smile.

“I’m a what!?… Who the hell are you calling a slut?” I exclaimed, my eyes narrowing as I watched the girl giggling through a crystal ball in my hand.

“You, of course,” Nana-chan replied, a cheeky grin on her face. “Who else could I be talking about?”

“Yeah yeah,” I rolled my eyes, annoyed by her teasing. “The world is boring and filled with horny idiots.”

“Amen to that,” she raised her right hand, pretending to hold a glass. “And the horniest one is Morgana.”

“Fuck off, Nana-chan,” I roared, a vein pulsing on my forehead. But actually, I was happy that I could speak to Nana-chan using this artifact. The 150 faith points were worth it to buy it.

It was an interesting device, capable of communicating with people who share your blood no matter the distance. The only downside was that the crystal orb was a consumable item and would disappear after five uses.

I accidentally found out about it while I was trying to look for guides on how to use the ‘Creation’ skill in the Nexus. I saw a post of some god asking for help to communicate with his brother. And after reading the comments, I was surprised to find out that such a thing exists.

“So tell me, Morgana,” Nana-chan suddenly spoke, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Since you’re a goddess now, can you travel to Earth?”

“No, sadly, I can’t,” I sighed, shaking my head. “To be able to travel to Earth, I need to find a way to anchor myself to the planet.”

“So what’s stopping you?”

“Many things,” I sighed, my mood souring. “First, I’m still a low-rank goddess with only one anchor, and it’s already linked to my planet.”

“And what’s the second thing?” Nana-chan asked, her voice curious.

“The second thing is that other gods are trying to take over my planet, and I can’t let them have it. I have to first retake the whole world.”

“Oh, that’s a big problem,” she nodded, understanding.

“Yep, and it will take a long time,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Moreover, that’s not even the biggest problem.”

“Wait, there’s more!?” she exclaimed, surprised. “What the hell are you, the goddess of trouble?”

“Hahaha, maybe,” I laughed, shaking my head. “The bigger problem is the fact I need to find Earth in the first place.”

“You don’t know where it is!?” she shouted, her amber eyes wide with shock. “How the fuck can you be a goddess if you don’t even know where the fuck Earth is!?”

“Hey hey, the universe is vast and infinite. Even the gods can’t explore all of it,” I tried to calm the pink-haired girl down, but she was having none of it.

“That’s bullshit.”

“Yeah, I know,” I sighed, shaking my head. “But there are ways to find it.”

“Really? How?” Nana-chan jumped out of her bed, excited.

“Well, I need your help in this.”

“Anything. What can I do?” she asked, nodding eagerly.

“Nana-chan, I need you to create a religion around one of my aspects,” I said, my tone firm.

“WHAT!?” she exclaimed, shocked by my request. “Are you serious?!”

“Yes, I’m serious,” I replied, my voice steady and determined. “I need you to spread the word about me, gather followers, and create a place of worship. The more people believe in me and pray to me, the stronger my connection to Earth will become. It’s the only way I can find your planet and eventually travel there.”

Nana-chan stared at the ceiling, her mouth agape, clearly struggling to process what I was asking of her. But then the shocked look on her face vanished and was replaced by a serious one as she was lost in her thoughts.

After five minutes of deep thinking, she spoke.

“Morgana, this could work if we use your Blood aspect,” she said, her tone firm and filled with conviction.

“Why Blood?” I asked, curious to know why she chose that aspect instead of Night or War. Breeding is already taken for my world.

“Here on Earth, we have a legendary hero called the Blood Queen. She was the most powerful hunter in the world, and her magic was hemomancy.”

“Oh, interesting,” I nodded, my eyes shining with curiosity. “What happened to her? Is she still alive?”

“No, she died,” Nana-chan replied. “So we can safely take her identity.”

“Oh, and you’re planning to create a religion based on that legend, huh?” I mused, stroking my chin. “That’s actually not a bad idea.”

“Yeah, but we can do better than that,” she said, a smile spreading across her face. “There are many hemomancy cults that worship the Blood Queen as if she was a goddess. We can just use that as a base and make some small changes.”

“Like what?”

“Well, for starters, we can make you the Blood Queen,” Nana-chan said, her tone confident. “We can say that you ascended after you died, and since you’re already the goddess of blood, this could work.”

“That’s not bad,” I admitted, nodding slowly. “Although it would take a long time before I could interact with the followers and give blessings, the more believers, the stronger my link to Earth.”

“Yeah,” Nana-chan agreed. “And if we make some small changes to the existing cults, we can get more believers.”

“Did I ever tell you that you’re a genius?” I said with a smile, noticing that the image in the crystal began to fade, signaling that my time was out.

“Not enough,” she giggled, and the sound of her laughter filled me with warmth.

“Alright, we will do that,” I smiled, staring through the crystal ball at the pink-haired girl. “Nana-chan, this is a long-term project, so don’t rush it, okay? Just focus on spreading your race first.”

“Okay, I won’t,” she promised. “But I’ll miss you, Morgana.”

“I’ll miss you too, Nana-chan,” I sighed. The thought of being separated from her after finally making a connection hurt, but this had to be done. “Just be patient, okay?”

“I will.”

“I love you, Nana-chan.”

“I love you too, Morgana.”

And with that, the image in the crystal faded, and the connection was severed, leaving me alone in the dimly lit temple.

“Alright… time to have more daughters.”

Immediately, I opened the creation tab again, staring at the template that Herma created for me. To create something from scratch is hard, especially for a beginner like me, so I had to search the Nexus for some guides. Fortunately, I found plenty, and Herma was able to analyze them all to get a perfect understanding of the process.

In the interface was one of my creations. My first Valkyrie.

She stood tall and proud, her form radiating an otherworldly beauty and strength. Long white hair cascading down her back. Her black wings, shimmering with an iridescent glow, stretched wide behind her, each feather meticulously crafted to perfection. Her armor, a blend of silver and black, was adorned with intricate runes that pulsed with a faint, divine energy. Her piercing white eyes,

This was my first Valkyrie, a being born of my divine essence and crafted with the utmost care. She was more than just a creation; she was a symbol of my power, my will, and my vision for the future.

Unlike her other thirty sisters, I gave this one all of my four aspects, Breeding, Blood, Night, and War, making her the most powerful Valkyrie among her peers. And thanks to a unique trait she awakened, learning new skills is possible for her even if the skill is not in her template, and her power would grow faster than any other Valkyrie.

“Well… consuming more than half of my divine energy to make her is no joke.”

As for the other thirty Valkyries, I left everything to chance. I can’t give every single one of them a piece of all of my four concepts; that would put too much pressure on my soul. However, I can give them a combination of two or three of my concepts. And thanks to the fact that they are made out of my divine energy, the growth rate and the potential would be the same.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against my daughter’s image in the creation interface. The moment I made contact, a surge of energy coursed through me, and I felt a connection form between us. Her essence, her very being, was tied to mine, and I could feel her waiting, ready to be born.

“Ahhh~” a moan escaped my lips as I felt her growing inside my womb. The pleasure was indescribable. The feeling of life being formed within me was simply amazing as always.

In a matter of a few minutes, my belly was swollen with her, and her heartbeat echoed in my mind. A sense of satisfaction and pride washed over me, and I couldn’t help but smile. My first Valkyrie was perfect, and I couldn’t wait to meet her.

“Ahhhh~… come out already,” I groaned, my voice a mixture of pleasure and frustration. “Come out, daughter.”

And as if responding to my command, the bulge in my belly began to move. Then a pair of hands began to come out of my stomach as if trying to get free. I was lucky to be on the massive bed, otherwise, I would fall as the Valkyrie is huge, almost two meters tall.

With a wet plop, my daughter’s head emerged from my pussy. Her white eyes fluttered open and she took in her surroundings. But then she reached with her hands and grabbed my legs, giving herself leverage as her entire body began to escape my womb. The feeling was akin to birthing a giant horse, except it was inside of my belly, so the sensation and the pain were twice the normal.

“H-Hi… Mom,” the Valkyrie managed to speak despite her entire body still hanging between my legs. Her tone was shaky and hoarse, but I could hear a note of confidence and determination underneath it. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“S-same here, Daughter,” I said, my breathing labored and my voice filled with a mixture of pain and exhaustion. “Could you come out?”

“Oh! Sorry…” With a swift, fluid motion, she pulled herself up, freeing me completely. She looked a little sheepish and embarrassed. Her pale skin was glistening with my nectar and the birth juice. Her silky white hair was a tattered mess, sticking up in places and matted down in others. And let’s not forget her black wings, those things were the same size as her.

Standing there, with her limbs covered in fluids and her chest heaving with each labored breath, my daughter looked a bit ridiculous. But at the same time, there was a power and intensity in her gaze that belied her unkempt appearance. She was a true Valkyrie, born for battle and devoted to serving me.

She was perfect and I couldn’t have been more proud of her.

“My daughter is beautiful and strong,” I cooed, reaching up to wipe away some of the goo from her cheek. “From this day on, you will be known as Eir the First Valkyrie. My pride and wrath.”

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