What do you do when you transmigrate and are about to be sacrificed to an evil god?
Martin had only just come to his senses after transmigrating when he discovered that cultists had bound him to an altar. He was about to be sacrificed to Nefel, the Eternal Seer of a Thousand Eyes and Wings, the Dream Gate, the Axis of Space and Time, the Blind Fish-Eating God, who could take on countless forms.
A man spoke: "My lord, we offer this sacrifice to you. The scent of fear, the soul of despair, the blind lamb, the foolish believer... these are precisely the offerings you requested."
Martin made a desperate gamble. "My lord, I offer all these people to you. The scent of fear, the soul of despair, the blind lamb, the foolish believer... these are the offerings you truly requested!"
Standing before Martin was a goddess with black hair and snow-white skin, her figure graceful and slender. Most importantly, she wore black stockings.
The goddess looked down at Martin with the contemptuous gaze one might give an insect.
"Mortal, speak your base desire. The gods will grant your every wish."
"..." Martin glanced at her jade-like feet wrapped in black stockings, clenched his teeth, took out a beautifully crafted ring, and dropped to one knee. "O goddess, would you marry me?"
"Huh???"
