Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?

I am the lord of Emerald Dreamscape!

Ysera snorted in anger, then stepped into the palace.

Upon entering the hall, she saw Leslie reclining on the throne, and without hesitation, she demanded, "Leslie, this is my territory! This is not a place for you to do as you please!"

Leslie, who was lazily resting on the throne, didn't respond, nor did Madelyn, who was at a desk nearby, writing and drawing.

Ysera's outburst was like a punch landing on cotton—there was no reaction at all.

She glanced at both of them and then asked again, "What exactly are you after?"

Whether it was the recent rumors or the fact that these two had followed her to the Emerald Dreamscape, they must have some purpose. Otherwise, they would not be sticking to her like this.

At this moment, Leslie slowly opened her eyes and smiled faintly. "What purpose could we have?"

Ysera clenched her fists. "Don't talk to me about the rumors outside. Are they not from you?"

Leslie replied indifferently, "And if they are, what of it?"

Ysera's pupils shrank, taking a step back in disbelief. "You like men, but you also like women?!"

Leslie remained silent for a moment before speaking, "I didn't want to do this, but to test you, I had no other choice."

"Test me? Test me for what?"

"Whether you like women!" Leslie said seriously. "I heard that you despise men, so you must like women, right?"

Ysera huffed, "No! I don't like men or women. Stop using such unrefined methods and just tell me your purpose!"

Leslie, however, gently shook her head. "If I don't do these things, Owen will. So, even if I don't like this, it's something I must do!"

Saying that, Leslie vanished in a flash and appeared right in front of Ysera. She raised her delicate hand and gently lifted Ysera's smooth chin.

Ysera was shocked. She couldn't believe what Leslie was doing. Was she trying to turn her?

Although Ysera didn't like men, she definitely didn't want to like women either!

Just as she was about to push Leslie's hand away, a strange feeling surged in her heart. The thought of the slap Leslie had given her stirred up a complex mix of emotions within her.

After a brief moment of hesitation and struggle, Ysera quickly stepped back. "Don't think you can use these methods on me. If you have the guts, let's have a one-on-one duel!"

Leslie, seeing this, smiled faintly and said, "Alright. But if you lose, you must open the ancient space-sealing formation within the Emerald Dreamscape."

At the mention of the ancient formation, Ysera immediately understood Leslie's purpose.

That ancient space-sealing formation!

Rumors said it could connect to gods who had been lost in the endless fabric of time and space and that it had an ancient history. It was sealed by her father, the god of trickery, Loki, to prevent the ancient gods from being summoned.

Leslie and Owen were both rebelling against The Celestial, and this ancient space-sealing formation was crucial to them!

Ysera smiled and said, "I see now. I accept your challenge. If you win, I will open the seal of the formation as you requested!"

Even though this formation was extremely important to her father, Loki, Ysera didn't have any special feelings toward him. After all, Loki was a notorious scoundrel who neglected her mother and even used her mother's body for alchemy after her death.

So, Ysera was, at most, just the nominal daughter of the god of trickery.

Furthermore, Loki's interest in her was mainly due to her strong talent and the fact that the formation was within her domain. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent so many Celestial God projections here.

Thus, even if she lost, Ysera didn't consider Leslie's demand to be a big issue.

Moreover, she was quite curious to know where she stood in comparison to Leslie!

Seeing Ysera agree, Leslie's smile grew more pronounced.

At that moment, Madelyn, who had been silent all this time, suddenly looked up with flushed cheeks, excitedly saying, "Sister, do you think my drawing of Brother looks like him?!"

As she spoke, she walked up to Leslie, holding the picture she had just drawn.

Leslie looked carefully at Madelyn's drawing.

In the picture, Owen appeared gentle and refined, lacking the domineering air she was used to. Instead, he looked more graceful and approachable, like a warm breeze on a cold winter's day, immediately soothing one's heart.

She nodded seriously. "Not bad. Your drawing skills have improved a lot!"

At the same time, Ysera, who was not far from Leslie, glanced at Madelyn's drawing and was stunned when she saw Owen's image.

He didn't seem like the fierce, ominous figure she had imagined. In fact, he was unexpectedly gentle, his gaze as soft as water.

Though it was just a drawing, it conveyed such a feeling that Ysera felt somewhat entranced.

The more she thought about this legendary Owen, the more intrigued she became.

...

In the depths of the desert.

Owen had traveled deep into the desert, finally arriving at the hottest part of it. The yellow sand swept across his skin like steel blades, and with every breath, the scorching air felt like lava, burning his lungs and making him uncomfortable.

The deeper he went, the harsher the environment became. The area was completely desolate, with not a single sign of life around.

Even the lingering [Order] fluctuations were incredibly strong here, so much so that without adequate strength, one could die from dehydration in this place!

"This place is barren, but that old fool sure knows how to pick his spots!" Owen said as he arrived, knowing that Flora hadn't led him astray.

The god of trickery, Loki, prided himself on his ability to scheme against everyone, collecting all the treasures of heaven and earth under his control.

Now that he couldn't control these treasures, he had sent Owen to handle it!

"This is the place!" Owen exclaimed.

Flora glanced back at him, then stopped.
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Owen scanned his surroundings. Apart from the endless desert, there was nothing else here.

"So where's the Chamber of Riches?" Owen asked.

Although Loki hadn't truly collected all the treasures of the realm, the accumulated wealth of countless eras was not a small matter. But there didn't seem to be any sign of a treasure vault around here.

Flora looked up at the sky. "If the Chamber of Riches were right in front of us, then it wouldn't be the Chamber of Riches. We need to wait a little longer."

"Wait for what?" Owen, the Lord of the Celestial God Palace, was confused.

"To wait for a rainstorm!" Flora replied, glancing at him.

"What?" Owen stared at her, completely baffled.

In a desert like this, waiting for rain seemed absurd. If it didn't rain here, he'd be waiting for who knows how long.

Owen frowned. "How long will we have to wait?"

Flora didn't answer. Instead, she closed her eyes and planted her black sword firmly into the sand.

As the sword sank into the sand, dark runes began to swirl around it like wriggling black serpents, spreading in all directions. A unique array of light unfurled from beneath her feet, and then a beam of black light shot up into the sky.

The light pierced the heavens.

Immediately, dark clouds began to gather, and thunder rumbled in the sky, the sound echoing through the desert!

After the thunderclap, a torrential downpour began to fall!

In the desert, a storm raged!

But in Owen's perception, the rain felt unusual. The fluctuations it gave off were eerie, as if they were filled with spatial distortion.

In fact, the raindrops didn't hit the ground at all. They hovered in mid-air, transforming into mist that spread throughout the desert.

And then, with a burst of blinding light, the mist began to form the mirage of a treasure vault!

It was as though an awe-inspiring illusion of the

Chamber of Riches

had materialized before them!