Goya was transported to another world. Eighteen years of ordinary life almost gave up her desire to return to this world.
Until one day she unexpectedly awakens her powers, and gods, demons, and people with abilities all pour into her life.
The gods gave a condition that as long as Goya joins the team to defeat the devil and wipe out the devil, he will send Goya home. Goya did not resist the temptation to go home and agreed.
There are three companions, one is a demigod, one is the adopted son of a god, and the third is a sage blessed by the gods.
They were together all the way and took adventures together. When the group became scarred from trying to destroy the demons, the gods came forcefully and told them that destroying the demons was just a scam.
The god looked coldly at the three people who fell to the ground, and whispered in Goya's ear: "Kill them, and I will send you home."
Goya pushed the blade into the god's body:
"It's not easy to kill them. Their bones will hurt my hands."
"Can't kill them, their flesh and blood will block my way home."
"I don't dare to kill. I'm afraid that I will be haunted by nightmares and only regret for the rest of my life."
The gods whispered, but she didn't listen to a word.
Daily Small Theater
Soler's attitude is extremely sincere when he praises others——
"Your eyes are about as sharp as a patrol dog's nose."
"Your dancing posture is very graceful, like a flower branch being blown by the wind and rain."
"The smile marks at the corners of your eyes are as beautiful as the folds of your buns."
"..."
Goya humbly asked: "Who taught you to praise people like this?"
The beautiful woman put a sharp blade in front of Felice's throat. Felice stood there with an apology on his face: "Sorry, I was captured and can't help you."
Goya was chased and jumped up and down, collapsed and shouted: "I think he is fascinated, you bastard!"
As the first-generation sage, Pabilante has powerful magic power and a transcendent temperament. When asked about his hobbies, Pabilante smiled mysteriously and showed his collection.
"This is it?"
The straight wooden stick waved in the air, making a sound of wind. Pabilante's eyes were distant: "Who doesn't have a dream of being a hero?"
In addition to doubts, Goya was puzzled: "What does the God-King who gives you eternal life see in you?"
Intention:
