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

Chapter 403: Chapter399-Venus: Marrying Owen



The crowd was stunned by Sargeras's actions.

No one had expected him to show Owen such respect a courtesy he hadn't even extended to Caesar, the Soul Reaper.

However, Owen paid little attention to Sargeras's challenge. His focus had shifted entirely to a sudden system notification ringing in his ears.

"Congratulations, Master! You have completed the system mission and obtained the Flame

Sword!"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

As the system's voice faded, Owen saw a black, flame-engulfed greatsword appear in his system interface.

The Flame Sword was massive, its blade broad and adorned with eerie, flickering runes. Just staring at them sent shivers down his spine, as if an ancient, primal voice whispered from the depths of time.

For a fleeting moment, Owen felt as though he were transported back to the primordial age, witnessing the fire giant Surtr wielding this sword as he roared in the wilderness before burning an entire realm to ash.

Although this vision was an illusion, the sword's destructive aura left Owen shaken to his

core.

Once Owen steadied himself, he couldn't help but anticipate the sword's potential.

Its power seemed on par with the Godslayer Staff, even though the staff hadn't been fully unsealed yet.

Sargeras, noticing Owen's silence, furrowed his brows and asked,

"Owen, are you afraid to answer my challenge?"

Snapping out of his thoughts, Owen chuckled coldly.

"Sargeras, such petty provocations won't work on me. If you want a fight to the death, I welcome it anytime."

Sargeras nodded.

"Good. Then it's settled. Our battle is inevitable, as is our destiny."

He studied Owen, convinced this duel could not be avoided.

With that, Sargeras turned and left, leading the Burning Legion away.

The celestial god-tier mages present exhaled in relief.

Though their numbers were formidable, only Throne Celestials posed any real threat to Sargeras. And even among them, few could contend with him, especially with the added power of The Celestial and Loki's enhancements.

As Sargeras departed, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, allowing radiant sunlight to bathe the battlefield. The golden rays illuminated Owen, casting him in a majestic glow, like an indomitable mountain of light.

From a distance, Leslie watched Owen, her unease growing.

Sargeras seemed to know something she didn't, showing unwavering confidence in the inevitability of their duel. The more assured he appeared, the greater the danger Leslie felt Owen might face.

Meanwhile, Owen gazed into the sunlight, almost as if seeing Loki and the other puppet masters lurking behind the scenes.

To him, they were like predators dressed in finery, feigning civility but revealing their primal savagery underneath.

Sargeras's arrival with the Burning Legion was only a probe. Owen knew that his challenges would only intensify from here.

Shaking off these thoughts, Owen turned to Venus and said,

"Before the God of Light left, he entrusted me with his greatest magic to pass on to you."

With a thought, Owen summoned a glowing orb of spiritual energy, which floated toward Venus.

The orb radiated the unmistakable presence of the God of Light, enveloping Venus in a warm, gentle glow.

She instinctively opened her mind to receive the gift, sensing its immense importance. It wasn't just an advanced spell-it carried a deeper, profound significance.

The onlookers, too, were captivated. The God of Light's legacy was something many coveted, and they watched Venus intently.

As Venus absorbed the knowledge, she not only inherited the Infinite Light spell but also heard her father's lingering words.

Though the audience sensed the overwhelming presence of the God of Light, it quickly faded, leaving them puzzled.

Owen, too, was unsure of what had transpired. But one thing was clear-the God of Light had left something special for his daughter.

As the aura dissipated, Owen noticed Venus's emotional state shift. Her spiritual waves fluctuated, and her eyes reddened as if she were on the verge of tears.

Venus, known for her resilience, rarely displayed such vulnerability. The sight left everyone silent.

They knew the God of Light had given everything to oppose The Celestial, and both he and Venus deserved immense respect.

After a moment, Venus seemed to collect herself, her expression returning to calm. But when her gaze fell on Owen, an unexplainable emotion lingered in her eyes.

Owen couldn't help but feel a twinge of confusion.

What exactly had the God of Light told her?

Why was her gaze filled with such melancholy, almost like a widow mourning a lost love?

The atmosphere between Owen and Venus grew increasingly ambiguous, drawing the attention of the surrounding celestial gods.

Some began to suspect that Venus and Owen might have had a prior connection.

Breaking the tension, the God of Alchemy turned to Venus.

"Miss Venus, what exactly did the God of Light leave you?"

As a close friend of the God of Light, he was genuinely curious.

Venus hesitated, her expression conflicted.

After a moment, she blushed slightly and said,

"My father foresaw the dangers ahead and told me that if he didn't return, I should join forces

with Owen to lead the resistance."

Her voice grew softer as she added,

"He also wished for me to marry Owen..."

Her words sent shockwaves through the crowd.

The God of Light not only entrusted the resistance to Owen but also his own daughter!

The God of Alchemy, knowing the God of Light's character, was stunned. Such trust and endorsement were exceedingly rare from someone of his caliber.

Even the celestial gods present, who had long speculated about a potential match, were caught off guard by the God of Light's explicit directive.

Meanwhile, the celestial gods allied with Caesar frowned, believing Venus should marry their leader instead. Caesar's unparalleled talent and close collaboration with Venus made him the

ideal partner.

But as tensions rose, Caesar himself smiled faintly, diffusing their dissatisfaction.

Owen, for his part, was completely taken aback.

He had never expected the God of Light to make such a bold proposal.

Wasn't he supposed to be a venerable elder? Why was he meddling in matchmaking like this?

To Owen, this was absurd.

After all, he was already married to Leslie, and their union had been celebrated in a grand

ceremony.

Some of Caesar's supporters stepped forward, addressing Venus,

"Miss Venus, you are our future leader and the cornerstone of the resistance against The Celestial. I believe the God of Light's words were merely a suggestion."

"Indeed," another added. "Miss Venus, you have always been decisive. Follow your heart." Hearing their words, the other mages nodded instinctively.