God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem

'Come on, Gods! Answer my questions! Don't act shy now after watching me finger blast this lovely lady and commenting on it like it was some kind of live show. I want some answers!' I looked down at the erotic sight of my mother being covered in her bodily fluids and then looked up at the roof to get some of my questions answered.

[You really aren't scared of us, are you?...Especially when we're all gods that can obliterate your very existence, and cease your reincarnation cycle with a single thought.]

A ethereal voice that sounded calm and peaceful; like a steady woman who had established her place in the higher ranks of society, resonated in my mind. Even though the voice sounded very monotonic and slightly bored, as if the person speaking had already seen everything there is to life and beyond it, there was still some emotion to the voice compared to the previous messages I recieved.

'You can definitely wipe me out with a flick of your finger; I'm not disagreeing with that...But it's not like you're going to do that, or do you have the power to do it, right?' I looked up with a sarcastic smile on my face, like I absolutely feared nothing, even though my legs were slightly shaking from speaking directly to such a high level of existence.

[As a mere mortal, what gave you the confidence to predict what almighty beings like us may or may not do?...It's not like you're the God of Prophecy who can predict the future and tell when and where you will die.] The montonic voice rang again,  without any fluctuations in her voice.

'Well, it's not like I'm completely confident in what I'm saying, and there is still a small chance I might be obliterated after angering you with my words. But I think that my reasoning is enough to back up my words and speak to you without holding back.' I said confidently, even though there was a slight chance I might not exist the next second.

[Oh, please do tell your reasoning that gives you the courage to challenge God.] She said, with a slight interest in her tone.

'Well, it's nothing that impressive, and these are just two points that came to mind. But I think that even though you and the others around you are gods that probably rule over multiple universes and a variety of worlds, you don't actually have the power to harm me intentionally when I'm going through the trial of Godhood.' I said, not knowing if I was right or wrong.

'I understand that you gods have an infinite amount of power that lets you create and destroy life at will, but that's only feasible when it comes to anything in the mortal realm...And anything beyond that; that is the Heavenly Axis you were talking about and probably where everyone is watching this trial from right now—is not completely under your jurisdiction and belongs to an even higher power of existence...Or not even a being or existence at all, and just the Will of the Heavens or the Essence of the Universe.'

'And so, by basic reasoning, it only makes sense that a trial that selects the ascension of new gods wouldn't be in the control of other gods themselves and would be orchestrated by a higher power...Yes, I will agree that some of the processes of the trial will be run by gods like you, but the overall selection process is still run by the higher power, so there's no way you or anyone else can harm me without the trial being over, similar to how employees may help in selecting candidates for a company but it's still the higher-ups that make the final decision.' I stated my first point of reasoning and waited for a reply.

[Yes, I will agree that we Gods don't have the ability to directly harm you when you are going through the trial since it's beyond our power to do so.] She said, which made me heave a sigh of relief seeing that I wasn't going to be breathing my last breath anytime soon.

[But aren't you afraid that we might manipulate the trial to your disadvantage and give you requests that are impossible to fulfil, which will indirectly lead to your existence?]

'You can and any of the gods watching possibly will do such a thing in the future if they have some unknown grudge towards me.' I admitted that her query was correct and struck back with a statement of my own.

'But I also believe that, just like how you can be punished in a company for committing malpractice and distorting information and results to your advantage, you gods will also be punished severely if you are caught doing something you shouldn't be doing...And it won't be such a simple punishment and will be much more horrifying that it would even make gods like yourselves shiver in their boots, because it involves a heavy topic like godhood.'

I wanted to say that would piss their pants in fright, but thought it would be too vulgar to say to a lady and would be pushing the boundaries since the one I was speaking to was a god with an unpredictable temperament.

[What you said is valid, and even though I want to say that I'm impressed, it just makes sense that you're more sensible and courageous compared to the average human being when you are the son of Lady Vanitas.] She indirectly complimented me and revealed a massive revelation that I've been wanting to know my whole life.

'So, the God of Vanity, that is this Lady Vanitas you speak off, is really my mother?' I asked with a slightly expectant look in my eyes, knowing that I was going to receive the answer I've been searching for so long.

[I thought you already knew that Lady Vanitas was your mother. Why are you asking this again?] She confirmed the truth that I've been wanting to know all this while, which made me feel like a certain burden was lifted from my life.

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