As though regaining his breath from suffocation, Rong Zian woke up in a panic gasping for air to his lung capacity as he perused his frail body for any lacerations. Heaving a sigh of relief, he combed through his brain trying to regain his memory. Just when a sense of calm spread through his emotions, a wave of chaos engulfed him when he recalled being strangled by unruly murderous vines intending to kill him.

He scanned his surroundings expecting to be back at the village but was stunned when he realised he was lying on a bed made of purple fluffy clouds. He sat up at the edge of the weirdly soft bed, surprisingly comfier than any other mattress he ever lay on. 'If rich people's beds feel this comfortable then I get why everyone wants to be rich,' he absentmindedly thought with a satisfied smile as he embossed his butt into the snug bed hoping to forever remember this comfort.

"Ah-Zian!" called out a beautiful serene voice right close to his left ear resulting in a ticklish sensation that made tilt his head towards his shoulder and shrug his shoulder at the same time moving away with a giggle. The thought of death and now being in heaven with a group of women to serve him, crossed his mind. With great expectations, he turned his head towards the voice but his beaming expression swiftly turned horrified as he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"AAAHHHHH!!! What the fuck are you!"

It was a girl presumably in her mid-teens with a blood-curdling seaweed green face and giant plump boils. She raised her tiny hand and slapped his head while scolding him, "Aiya! ..... Ah-Zian what are you screaming for. Tsk, tsk, tsk…..is this how you greet girls?"

Judging from his ashen-face, he was extremely terrified and wanted to keep yelling but that slap was excruciatingly painful, forcing him to seal his lips. "No! But how can I not scream when I am faced with a horrifying face more terrifying than" he replied slowly backing away.

"Such a fuckin' coward, creepy momo doesn't even exist. It's just a silly hoax you kids idolise," she replied folding her arms irritably, "it's just a face mask I am trying out you idiot." With the snap of her finger, the face mask vanished revealing a picturesque princess with skin as smooth and silky as pearl jade.

Rong Zian finally relaxed seeing how harmless she was but his brows soon furrowed as he caught sight of what she was wearing. She dressed in a mini flared skirt and revealing top like one of those sailor moon girls, which he would have been fine with if she was maybe nineteen but this girl was barely fifteen dressed in such a provocative way.

"What do you think you're wearing young missy? Go change into something else. Shameful!" he said scolding her with a scrunched up face as though he had just eaten a sour lemon.

In an instant, the girl grabbed his ear by force pulling it till reddened while yelling, "What's it to you, you little shit! I am a grown woman and I can wear whatever I want!"

"Aiyo!" he yelled as she let go of him but he wasn't done with her, "HAHAHA grown woman my ass," mocking her as he moved further away.

The girl had reached her limit with a face so red with rage approaching boiling point, he could almost see steam seeping from her skin as she hissed at him. "If I am not a grown woman then how did I push you out of my lady parts? I am fuckin' mother damn it!" she yelled changing form into a woman in her early twenty dressed conservatively.

"HAHAHA...wait what?" paused a dumbstruck Rong Zian cutting off his unrestraint merriment. With a blank expression, he gazed at the now twenty-year-old woman standing before him unable to bleat out even the slightest sound. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry as the uncanny resemblance became more prominent. This was the woman he had cried for since birth till his early teens and genuinely believed without a shadow of a doubt that she would resurgence and take him away from his sadistic family. His heart ached for this very moment for half his life but she didn't even show her face till now.

"Mhm, I am your mother and also the goddess of Hepeng. You can call me Guāng or mummy if you want," she blurted out instantly regretting it as soon as the words left her mouth.

A massive wave of emotion was going through Rong Zian, he had a fervent voracity to reprimand his selfish mother but didn't have the heart to do it. "Why on earth would a goddess choose to entwine with a mortal? Weren't you concerned in the slightest about your reputation as a deity?" he said kind of livid with his thick-skinned mother.

"Oh, I can see clearly now. A god can willy-nilly seed offspring to his heart's content but when a goddess does it, its reprehensible, tsk….how sexist of you," she responded seemingly aggrieved.

"On second thought, I think being neutered should be a requirement before accession. No one wants a deadbeat parent mortal or immortal. If I was your boss right now I would snip everyone," he brazenly said pacing all over the place.

"You! ....," replied the goddess extremely agitated by her disrespectful son but cowered when she thought all the pain and anguish he was subjected at the hands of that family.

Rong Zian looked at his mother from head to toe as though scrutinising her and with a quizzical expression written all over his face he said, "Since you are my mother shouldn't you at least be double my age, when around me? We can't be the same age," propping his chin with his hand.

Slack-jawed and fuming she roared at the top of her voice shuddering the core of the space they were currently in, "You want me to be an old Hag!"

Rong Zian cowered involuntarily with a sly smile on his face, he seemed to enjoy teasing his estranged mother prompting him to continue, "Yes of course unless…..you are some type of lubricious milf who prefers her son's friends. How am I supposed to bring friends over with such a predator around?" with a deadpan expression.

"Who says anything about bringing your friends over? This is my space you aren't even supposed to be here. So what if I try on face masks and dress inappropriately? Who says I can't follow some of the girly trends on earth. It gets boring when you have no one to hang out with," she said in a sullen tone folding her arms in a sulky manner.

He was stunned by his mother's behaviour questioning himself on who exactly was the adult here but chose to ignore it to address more pressing matters. "So if I am demigod? I must have powers, right?" he inquired trying to coax his mother with an innocent smile.

"Of course you do, how do you think you saved your friends and acquired part of the amulet? You are such an idiot," she replied in an insolent manner glaring at him with a disappointed stare.

Insulted Rong Zian could only mumble, "Off whose spawn am I? Like a mother like a son." Her divine ears clearly heard everything as she struggled to contain her urge to spank the brat.