Some time after Tenur's deep sleep, he became partially aware he was dreaming.

He was in a place devoid of light, only darkness covered whatever was around him. A woman in a white dress stood in the middle, hands in her face as she sobbed. He was sure he read about this kind of plot before in a horror novel, one where a woman dressed in all black would cry none stop until the main character went and confront her, only to realise it was too late to turn back when the woman's face was featureless as it turned towards the MC.

He sighed, wondering what kind of cliche he was in. He tried turning away, but it was as if his body did not heed his call. At first he wasn't sure what to do, only making sure he didn't trigger the horror plot to move further by standing still, but when he realised he was getting no where by standing still, he walked towards the sobbing woman warily.

According to horror plots, the moment he got into her arm's length, she would suddenly turn around and scare the shit out of him, but that was just what he thought. Contrarily, the woman turned slowly to face him and her hands revealed her totally average face. No horror plots, no jump scares, no nothing. He wasn't sure whether he should feel relieved or be upset for the anticlimatic development, but one thing was certain, he wasn't imagining things.

"You! Why're you back!?"

"Nigga, you think I wanted to be here!? One moment I'm sleeping, and the next I'm here, stuck in my imaginary space devoid of anything except you," Tenur blurted out as he crossed his arms. He was surprised when his arms did what he wanted.

"Why...? Wasn't destroying everything enough!?" The woman yelled. Tenur looked at her with an eyebrow raised while muttering "Uh-huh..." under his breath, clearly sceptical of her statement.

"You don't remember your handiwork? Just look around you!" the woman gestured around. "You know why your imagination space is empty?" She then poked Tenur in his chest blamingly, the strength in it enough to push him back. "It's because of you." The words came out through her clenched teeth.

He felt slightly hurt inside from her tone even though the woman was a stranger. When his eyes went past the woman in hopes of avoiding her piercing glare, he saw a pile of something glowing behind her. The more he looked, the more the pile looked clearer. The pile of something was eventually revealed to be a pile of burning rubble. Collapsed pillars, shiny clay-like bricks and what looked like skeletons was within the pile. Although he wasn't sadistic, he couldn't help but whistled at the sight of someone's handiwork. His gaze fell back to the woman. She had stood up and appeared to be taller than him by a dozen centimeters even though he was sure she couldn't have been more than 160 centimeters.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure you just grown taller..." He muttered.

The woman's glare sharpened as she spoke. "Shut up! The reason I lived as an illusion is because of you!" She poked his solar plexus, causing him to unknowingly flinch. Her burning anger was now replaced with hatred. It seemed more dangerous now.

"Uh-huh... I'm unconvinced," the woman looked like she would murder him instantly with that statement of his, so he quickly added. "Ok ok, I'm sorry for whatever it is I did to you and uh-" He looked behind her again before continuing. "-setting fire to... your place? And perhaps murdering some people as well?"

The woman held out her hands and seemed to want to stranggle him, before tears overflowed from her eyes and both her hands fell back to her side. She dropped her head and closed her eyes, determined to block out the hatred she held in her mind even though it was extremely easy to just blast the target's consciousness to bits and pieces and be done with it. Rationality took hold of her.

I can't murder him. She calmed herself. If I do, it'll be the same as commiting suicide.

She breathed in and held her breath, forcing hereslf to calm down and force the bitter taste in her mouth down.

"What happened last time you were here," She shook her head and straightened her back, before looking at Tenur. "You shredded the barrier and let in the creatures we would've prefered not fighting against," Her voice came out shaky, and as a heat surged from her throat, she couldn't help but shed a few tears, yet she continued anyway.

"T-The creatures slaughtered most of us, even the stronger and more commonly worshipped ones. Perhaps because we, the survivors, were less powerful and thus less easy to pinpoint, we hid undetected among the shadows, the places that gave birth to those filthy beings," Tenur could feel the sorrow in her voice, begging to be released. "But since y-you use magic in my domain, I w-was able to escape mostly u-unscathed."

"The survivors are few now, every minute here, we risk being hunted down by either despair or the creatures. I'm one of the few left," the woman said as she wiped her tears away. "Do you see what you've done now? More importantly, to yourself?"

Tenur looked at her for a moment longer, and shook his head. "I still don't get it. Death is normal, isn't it?"

"We-"

"Maybe you're emotionally attached to them, sure. But that doesn't give you reason to grief for so long." He spat out the next words.

"Let it go."

The woman stared at him wide eyed, before really stranggling him. "Son of a bitch! You think we're mortals!? Even one of our death is significant, especially to you yourself!"

"Gods?" Tenur frowned.

"Yes! The death of the elemental gods within you have caused the manipulation of elemental magic to become more difficult! Until the gods reform in you or some mortal transcends the norm and helps the gods regain their powers, the elements will no longer be easily manipulatable," the woman stopped strangling Tenur and dropped him onto the ground, choosing to once again, cry into her hands.

"Then what domain do you rule over?"

"Can't you fucking see?" The woman pointed at her dress "My dress's made of the type of magic I govern."

Now that she pointed it out, her dress wasn't smooth and one piece. Rather, it looked like it was made by connecting dozens of bead together. When Tenur looked closer, and tried to touch it, the material reacted by trying to reach for his hand. He also saw the trademark model of his mana.

"Hey, it's made of sperm!" He exclaimed as he tried to touch it again, only to have his hand slapped away by the crying woman.

"You want to draw away more of my power?" She screamed angrily.

"I can absorb sperm mana? Wait, I can take your magic as well!?"

The goddess stared at him and narrowed her eyes. He didn't seem to care, though.

"Ok. Now how do I wake up?"

"Take responsibility!" The goddess screamed. "Take responsibility if you're sorry!"

Tenur looked at her with a blank expression. She grabbed him by his head and started slamming it into the void. Surprisingly, something solid met his head.

"Take. Responsibility." A few more slams later, Tenur's head showed several cracks. He quickly yelled out in pain and apologised, before promsing to take responsibility.

"So, what do I do?" After being released, he rubbed his head where cracks were showing.

"Easy. All you have to do is gather some followers, make them worship and devote themselves to the fertility domain." His jaw dropped from how easy the goddess said it.

"Ok, I'm out," He waved his hand.

"Wait! Don't you care if you can no longer cast spells?" She asked confidently. She knew it would at leastt make him hesitate.

"Nope. Couldn't cast spells before finding Denka anyway," he replied. She had heard rumours from here and there that there was an alchemist specialising in fertility living in the woods, though it didn't prod her enough to get her to investigate it.

Tenur looked at her, expecting something from her. Oh right, the fertility goddess had forgotten to beg him.

She cleared her throat. "To make amends to your past deeds, you must create a magnum opus with fertility magic as its base, followed by the crucial elements of the world." He looked at her, expecting more.

"What? That's all. Shoo, go finish the quest now and bring me more power," she pushed him away, into what looked like the edge of darkness. He was about to complain how she hadn't begged him to help her when he suddenly fell forward and couldn't think for a moment at all.