Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out? - Chapter 1911: Making A Goddess My Familiar

Chapter 1911: Making A Goddess My Familiar

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Ding!

[Congratulations! You have successfully Contracted the [Spirit Goddess of Fire And Destruction: Armageddon]!]

[Because the [Spirit Goddess of Fire And Destruction: Armageddon] is weaker than you, she has successfully become your Familiar.]

[Although her True Name remains, do you wish to grant her a Second True Name?]

The reason Armageddon had chosen that name for herself was profound. Names for Gods carried immense meaning, often holding their own power and granting new authorities. They always embodied a principle, a law, or a concept.

By naming herself Armageddon, her powers, authority, and divinity had become those of utter Destruction, the End of all things, a living divine catastrophe destined to annihilate the world the Gods had built. Few God-haters burned with such fierce intensity as she did.

If I grant her a second name, it should amplify her strength while binding her more closely to me. She must grow alongside me, aid me, and perhaps find atonement. Yet the thought of her eternal nagging filled me with dread. I might have to confine her here, watch her cautiously, or find another way. I would decide as time passed.

“So, as my Goddess Familiar, the system offers me the chance to give you a second name,” I said, turning to her. “Um, hi? Armageddon, are you there?”

“…” She stared blankly at the vast blue sky. “That’s a false sky. What is this place?”

“It’s my Dungeon,” I explained. “I’ll tell you more about it later. Did you hear what I said?”

“About a second name? Yes,” she replied, nodding faintly. “So what? What do you want from me? You’ve already enslaved me.”

“Are you depressed?” I asked, frustration rising. “And I didn’t enslave you—I revived you!”

“You revived me only to make me your pet?” she countered bitterly. “What worth is a life without freedom? I would rather dissolve back into your soul as mere divine power. Without purpose, I am nothing.”

“You lived only for revenge, and now you wish to fade away?” I pressed, my voice softening with concern. “There must be something else you once cherished in life.”

“You truly don’t understand,” she murmured, her eyes flaring bright red. “Revenge was my breath, my growth, my hunger. I devoured worlds for it. Do you think I’ll redeem myself like some weak spirit you’ve tamed? You’re wrong. My nature defines me. I may only grow darker.”

“But that’s exactly it, Armageddon,” I said, smiling gently. “I don’t want you to change.”

“…?” Confusion flickered across her face.

“I told you before—I want to end the gods too,” I confessed. “I just need to become stronger, along with everyone around me. Right now, it feels like an impossible dream, much like yours once did.”

“You want to kill them as well?” Her voice carried a tremor of surprise.

“They’ve toyed with us for millennia,” I sighed, anger and weariness intertwining. “They forge Heroes and Saints, only to send them to die on the Demon Continent, forcing us to slaughter their enemies again and again. In return, we’re marked for death by those same foes. And that’s merely the surface. I’ve uncovered far worse—experiments, false deities, alien races enslaved and imprisoned. The Gods rule an interplanetary empire that has ravaged the galaxy for ages, conquering worlds, draining their resources, and turning people into materials, servants, or fuel. Did you know the true source of Orichalcum is the blood of a majestic golden race of giants? They were among the most noble beings one could ever encounter, yet before the gods, they were reduced to slaves.”

“…” Armageddon’s gaze grew distant, her eyes unfocused as memories and revelations stirred within her.

“I only ask that you spare the mortals,” I continued softly. “We may be their creations, but we shouldn’t bear the sins of our makers. If anything, many mortals share your hatred and would have gladly stood beside you toward the same end…”

“…Hm.” Armageddon fell silent, lost in thought.

“Well, I guess this might be too fast. Do you need some time to think?” I asked gently. “I wish we could talk more, but it feels like you don’t want to.”

“Just leave me alone,” Armageddon sighed. She dropped onto the grass with another heavy sigh, her gaze drifting to the distant town. A spark of interest flared in her eyes.

“Don’t even think about burning it, okay?” I warned.

“I wasn’t thinking anything!” she protested. “Ugh, you’re so annoying…”

“Hmmm.” I settled beside her. “Ah, I think I’ve found the perfect name for you!”

“Name? Again with this? I don’t want any name!” she snapped, fury rising in her voice.

“Oh, but trust me, you’ll love this one!” I said, smiling brightly. “Aegis!”

“…?” She froze, stunned. “Like a shield?”

“Yes. You’ll be Armageddon Aegis, a shield to protect humanity from calamity!” I declared proudly.

“What?! No! Stop it! Why would I ever want a name like that?!” she shouted, her anger exploding.

But it was already done.

[You have decided to name your God Familiar: [Aegis]!]

[The second name has merged with the first, creating the Name: [Spirit Goddess of Fire, Destruction, and Protection: Armageddon Aegis]!]

[Unfortunately, Armageddon Aegis’s soul is too powerful to receive a System Seed.]

“Huh. It worked on Nephilim, but not on her. I suppose Nephilim’s soul wasn’t that strong. It was her body that held the combined divine and demonic power,” I mused, studying the notification. “Well, it doesn’t really matter.”

“This is absurd! Why? Just why?!” Armageddon screamed, her body igniting with rage. A towering pillar of flames erupted toward the sky. “This is revolting! This strange urge to protect… it’s overwhelming! Why did you curse me with such a name?”

“Come on, it’s not that bad. It suits you perfectly, I’d say,” I replied with a warm smile. “Now you can use your divinity to safeguard people.”

“Ugh!” she groaned in frustration. “I’m going to sleep!”

In an instant, she transformed into a blazing cocoon and remained still, retreating into slumber.

Seriously?

Maybe I shouldn’t have been so gentle.

“I revived you because I need your help cultivating my Divinity,” I explained to the fiery cocoon. “I require vast amounts of Faith, but I can’t generate it easily. Even with the monsters in this Dungeon, no one inspired it quite like you.”

Silence.

“You’re incredibly experienced in these matters, and you’re a powerful spirit, aren’t you?” I continued. “If you help me, it will make you stronger too. We share the same goals, so please stop being so stubborn. There’s no reason we can’t support each other. Here, consider this a token of my gratitude.”

I swiftly formed a small Divine Spirit Stone from the Faith I had gathered. The flaming cocoon parted slightly, and a hand emerged to snatch the stone. She devoured it with a satisfying crunch.

“I want more…”

“I’ll give you more if you help me.”

“Ugh. I am an ancient being of immense age. Are you truly treating me like a pet now?”

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