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

Chapter 404: Chapter400-The Confrontation Between Venus and Leslie



The crowd hoped Venus would follow her heart.

Many were more familiar with Caesar, the Soul Reaper, whose abilities and combat prowess were well-known. They believed he and Venus would make a better match, and many silently rooted for them to end up together.

But before they could finish speaking, Venus's reddened eyes suddenly sharpened with determination.

"I appreciate everyone's concern," she said firmly, "but I, Venus, am willing to marry Owen!"

The atmosphere froze.

Everyone stared at Venus in shock. No one expected her to decide so quickly, let alone choose to marry Owen!

Though they all knew Venus had a deep bond with her father, she wasn't a submissive daughter. She had often argued and defied the God of Light's wishes in the past. She was not one to blindly follow orders.

Yet now, she had made this decision!

The faint smile on Caesar's face vanished entirely.

Even his ethereal, flickering soul form seemed to still, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at Venus.

Caesar's supporters also turned to her, their faces full of confusion and frustration. They knew Caesar's feelings for Venus-his every action and effort had been to support her.

His devotion was no secret, and many had assumed the two would naturally end up together, as they were both extraordinary individuals.

If Venus truly married Owen, wouldn't Caesar's silent dedication make him look like a fool?

Though Venus had always treated Caesar as a close friend, her decision now felt like a betrayal.

Under the weight of the crowd's gaze, Venus remained steadfast.

"This is my father's wish, and I choose to honor it," she said with unwavering resolve.

A figurative "crack" resounded through the air as many hearts broke in unison.

Owen, unable to watch the awkward scene any longer, coughed and interjected,

"This concerns both of us. Shouldn't my opinion matter too?"

Venus turned her bright eyes toward him and asked,

"Do you not want to marry me?"

To Venus, the idea of rejection was almost inconceivable. Her beauty, status, and talents had drawn countless admirers, and her father's endorsement meant Owen had to be someone exceptional. She simply couldn't imagine him refusing.

But before she could finish her thought, Owen nodded decisively.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Of course I don't want to."

The crowd collectively gasped in disbelief.

Venus, the epitome of excellence, was rejected by Owen-something entirely beyond their expectations.

Even Venus, whose radiant eyes rarely showed surprise, blinked in shock. This was the first time someone had turned her down.

"Why?" she asked instinctively.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on Owen.

Why indeed? Even under the harshest scrutiny, Venus seemed flawless.

But before Owen could answer, a cold, clear voice interrupted.

"Owen is already married."

All heads turned toward the source of the voice.

Walking toward the group was Leslie, dressed in an elegant gown that radiated majesty. She moved with the grace of an angel descended from icy heavens, her every step commanding the attention of celestial god-tier mages and beyond.

Even under the watchful eyes of so many powerful beings, Leslie's presence dominated. She exuded an aura of authority, as if she were a proud swan amidst a flock of lesser creatures. Not only did her beauty outshine all others, but her overwhelming presence caused even the God of Alchemy and other celestial gods to feel a subtle sense of oppression.

It was as though they were standing before an empress, unworthy to meet her gaze. Some of the female celestial gods looked at Leslie with a mixture of awe and unease. Even Venus, known for her beauty, seemed dim in comparison to Leslie's commanding elegance. Owen naturally moved to Leslie's side and took her hand, knowing Venus's earlier actions had greatly offended her.

"Who is she? Could she really be Owen's wife?"

The crowd was stunned.

Even without knowing her name, Leslie's aura alone made it clear she was no ordinary woman. Her presence was so captivating that it seemed even Venus paled slightly in her

shadow.

"Let's go home," Leslie said simply, her tone leaving no room for argument. She grabbed Owen's hand, ready to leave.

Her words were straightforward, yet they spoke volumes.

As the two turned to leave, Venus stepped forward, her voice cutting through the air.

"Owen, I didn't know you were married, but the two of us are destined to lead the resistance together. You can't escape this!"

Venus's declaration sent a chilling, almost tangible wave of frost radiating from Leslie. It felt as if the temperature had dropped to freezing, and even the souls of those present seemed to

shiver.

In the oppressive silence, Leslie's icy voice echoed:

"Venus, speak one more word out of line, and I will kill you."

The words carried the chill of an eternal glacier, piercing straight to the soul.

The previously murmuring crowd fell into stunned silence, their eyes locked on Leslie.

The celestial gods who had recently returned knew Venus's strength well. As a Throne Celestial, she was nearly unmatched. With the God of Light's legacy, she was even more formidable—a figure they themselves could not guarantee victory against.

Yet Leslie, a woman they didn't recognize, dared to threaten Venus with such confidence. Among the factions of the Pure Land, those familiar with Leslie were unsurprised. They knew her as a deep, unfathomable powerhouse whose strength had no discernible limits.

Anyone who challenged Leslie rarely lived to see another day.

Still, many doubted Leslie could contend with Venus, the undefeated prodigy of the previous

era.

As the tension mounted, Venus looked at Leslie with growing interest rather than fear.

From the moment Leslie arrived, Venus sensed an unfamiliar, terrifying aura-one that

rivaled her own.

This confrontation felt inevitable, as if fated.

"You may be strong," Venus said seriously, "but not strong enough to face me."

Her Throne Celestial aura erupted, bearing down on Leslie like the weight of the heavens.

But as the oppressive force neared Leslie, it dissolved into nothingness, as if it had never

existed.

"Throne Celestial might be impressive," Leslie said coolly, "but that's all it is."