Lord Evolution: Starting With SS-rank Skills

"Welcome, my chosen one"

Riela was listening to the noisy chatter of the ladies, which was causing her a slight headache, when suddenly a voice—gentle as the morning breeze and authoritative like a ruler—sounded in her ear. The voice was feminine.

When she heard the voice, she shivered and cautiously looked around her, but there was no one else around.

All she could see and hear were the ladies around her, still talking to her.

"What is that voice? Where did it come from?" she questioned worriedly.

But there was no response whatsoever, and she could only calm herself down and conclude that she was hearing voices because of her unstable state of mind.

She continued discussing with the ladies for a few hours before bidding them farewell after she began to feel strange again—not like the feeling at the village square; it was as though there was new and foreign information in her head.

Riela was now alone in the room, sitting on the bed while eating a fruit that looked like an apple but had an orange color instead.

While she ate the fruit, she tried to comprehend everything that had happened to her today, but it was just too difficult to really understand. All she knew was that nothing was ordinary!

As if in response, the same voice she had heard earlier sounded again, saying the same thing.

Since she was alone, she immediately stood up and anxiously scanned every corner of the room, a bit scared.

"Who is that?" she asked, as if someone was lurking somewhere in the room.

"Calm down, Riela. I am in your head; you can't see me," the voice replied in a slightly amused tone.

"In my head? How did you get in my head? Am I even thinking straight right now?" Riela was thoroughly confused.

"I don't know how to explain the situation in terms you could understand, but take it that I am your friend in the divine realm."

Riela pondered her response and could only come up with a simple conclusion—the ancestors were speaking to her! Just like they do to Rowan!

But her conclusion was quickly dismissed when the voice in her head chuckled amusingly.

"I am not your ancestor, nor am I related to your little village—I am a divine being, a goddess."

Riela didn't even know what to think at this point. Simply hearing the voice of the ancestors was considered a blessing and sign of good luck and honor. But a goddess? She just couldn't explain it.

Winterseed was not a village without religion. In the past, their ancestors prayed to the gods of the weather, and the farmers used to pray to the god of harvest for better yields.

But after the village began to encounter a series of calamities from all sides, they let go of their beliefs in imaginary gods and placed all their faith in their own hard work and their lords.

Therefore, hearing a voice speaking to her through her head and claiming to be a goddess made Riela confused and worried. She even thought she had gone crazy somehow. But the voice immediately reassured her that she hadn't lost it yet and explained the supernatural connection a little bit.

"First of all, what is your name? What are you the goddess of? Why did you choose me? Why? What quality do I possess to make a goddess notice me?" Riela asked a series of questions.

She heard the goddess sigh as she proceeded to explain further.

"I chose you simply because I am bored and feel like you would reduce my boredom a little bit. I could have linked with your husband, but for some unknown reason, I can't form a connection with him. I've been trying for the past week now and nothing has changed," she replied, sounding a little disappointed when talking about Rowan.

"Since I chose you, I will provide you with certain resources whenever I want to, to help you with whatever conflict you have," she continued.

"I failed to introduce myself earlier—I am Laverena, the goddess of creativity! You can already tell from my name that I love creativity, and you are one character with a crazy amount of creativity," she revealed.

"The goddess of creativity? Does that even exist?"

Riela had grown accustomed to the practice of praying to the god of the rainy season and the god of the dry season, so she wasn't used to a title such as goddess of creativity.

She received a disappointed sigh from Laverena.

"I only have about thirty minutes to communicate with you each day because your mental strength will collapse if I exceed that time," Laverena revealed.

"I already sent a gift, and it should be arriving really soon," she said.

Riela wanted to ask questions, but the voice in her head suddenly ceased.

The only sounds she could hear were the people outside walking to and fro.

She stood and observed her surroundings with a confused expression, uncertain about the whole situation and how to react—should she tell people about the goddess speaking to her? Absolutely not; they might think she is crazy, and what sort of title is the goddess of creativity?

Also, she said she gave her a new gift? What gift was she talking about?

As she was thinking about Laverena's last words before her voice disappeared, she heard the sound of an object falling on the ground and turned to look at it.

She saw a strange book with the same appearance as the one Rowan gave her but of a different color.

When she picked it up, there was a golden title: [Enchanting Embroidery]

Curious, she sat on the bed and began studying the skill book.

Just the details on the first page made her eyes widen in shock—everything was just too marvelous!

No matter if clothes are made from the weakest material or the finest fabric, it doesn't matter. Once they bear the magical touch of enchanted embroidery, they can withstand anything! A robe of soft wool, when blessed with the right enchanted embroidery, can even resist the sharp edge of a blade!

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