Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 390 – The Goddess Descends, Adored by All

The city walls of Azurewood City were newly constructed, not with the outdated blue stone slabs of old, but with Blue Star’s reinforced concrete.

Though not yet fully completed, this towering wall, twenty meters high, was itself a silent deterrent in this otherworld still dominated by cold weapons.

At this moment, the city gates were wide open.

The clamor sounded like boiling water bursting from a pot, audible from a great distance.

Lin Fan stepped forward in her strapped high-heeled sandals, those cherry-red toes faintly visible beneath the hem of her skirt.

The moment she walked out of the city gate, the previously noisy crowd fell silent as if someone had grabbed them by the throat.

Too beautiful.

Her white hair, coiled up yet still cascading down her back, shimmered with a divine luster under the sunlight.

Her white gown wrapped around a perfect figure—cold, sacred, and carrying a majesty that made it hard to look directly at her.

Long Yan sat astride his warhorse, covered in mud, his armor stained with dried purple-black blood.

Seeing Lin Fan emerge, he hastily dismounted, the sudden movement pulling at the wound on his thigh, making him wince in pain. But he paid it no mind, dropping to one knee and bellowing:

“Long Yan, Commander of Border Dragon City’s defense, reporting as ordered! Three thousand city guards and forty-nine thousand residents—every single one, brought here safely!”

Behind him stretched a sea of refugees.

There were Minotaurs with missing arms still carrying children on their backs, Cat-girls limping along with tree branches as crutches, and Collateral Dragonkin warriors with determined eyes but sallow complexions.

Five days of forced marching, harassed by Mutated Beasts along the way, had pushed this group to its absolute limit.

The air was thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and that sour, rancid smell unique to long journeys.

Lin Fan’s pert nose wrinkled slightly.

The smell was a bit overwhelming.

But not a trace of disgust showed on her face. Instead, she wore an expression of compassion and empathy.

At the very front of the crowd stood a slender figure.

Yuzuru.

Her combat suit was already torn from the journey, tattered and revealing pale skin beneath, her face looking haggard.

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The moment she saw Lin Fan, a glimmer of light finally appeared in her dead, lifeless eyes—but then, her eyes reddened.

She thought of her deceased sister, Yui.

If Yui were still here, seeing how magnificent their lady had become, she would have jumped for joy.

“You’ve worked hard.”

The voice was soft, yet it reached every ear with perfect clarity.

“Long Yan, well done.”

Lin Fan offered a brief word of praise.

Long Yan’s stubbled, dark face flushed red instantly, a foolish grin spreading across it: “Doing our duty for you, my lady! It’s just that everyone… they’re exhausted. Many are holding on by sheer willpower alone.”

Lin Fan swept her gaze across the crowd.

Exhausted was an understatement. Anyone who didn’t know better would think these were refugees and beggars.

If she let them into the city like this, the medical and relief costs alone would be a fortune. And in their current state, they couldn’t immediately contribute to production and construction.

Azurewood City didn’t support idle hands. She needed laborers who could immediately wield hoes and carry bricks.

“Since you’ve come to my territory, there’s no reason to live with wounds and pain.”

Lin Fan suddenly stepped forward.

The next second, her entire body slowly rose into the air.

Without any fluctuation of Wind-type Ability, she simply floated up out of nowhere, ascending to fifty meters in the sky, positioned directly beneath the sun.

Against the light, her figure became blurred and sacred, with only her white hair and skirt dancing wildly in the wind.

“Watch closely—this is the first gift the Goddess of Life has bestowed upon you.”

Lin Fan silently recited in her heart.

[Life Domain]

Boom—!

A terrifyingly immense wave of green energy erupted from Lin Fan as the epicenter.

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This was not a destructive shockwave, but a rain.

A rain of light.

Countless emerald light particles descended from the sky like fireflies dancing in the air, landing precisely on every single refugee.

“W-What… what is this?”

A werewolf with a broken leg stared in terror as the light particles seeped into his wound.

In the next moment, the bone-piercing agony vanished.

In its place came a warm, tingling numbness. He watched as his festering wound—the flesh wildly writhing, bones crackling with sharp “crack-crack” sounds—regrew in just a few breaths. His shattered calf had actually grown back!

“My leg! My leg grew back!” The werewolf hugged his new leg, sobbing like a two-hundred-pound child.

Scenes like this unfolded one after another throughout the crowd.

Gashes that cut to the bone healed. Rotten sores disappeared. Even the hollow, starved bellies from the long journey no longer felt hunger—instead, they brimmed with strength.

Over fifty thousand people.

In the sky above, Lin Fan’s face paled slightly.

This wasn’t just healing—it was mass recharging.

The cost was indeed significant. Those fifty-odd thousand people were like a horde of starving vampires, instantly draining nearly two-thirds of the life energy within her body.

At the same time, the vegetation in the surrounding area began to yellow and wither.

The Life Domain fundamentally worked by absorbing life force from the surroundings to replenish allies within the domain. If it relied solely on Lin Fan’s own reserves, she would have been drained dry long ago.

It seemed the greenery infrastructure of Azurewood City would need to be reinforced in the future.

…

Lin Fan looked down.

The fifty thousand people who had been standing were now all on their knees.

Not the kind of kneeling forced by tyranny, but trembling reverence and worship from the depths of their souls.

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In this cruel otherworld, who had ever witnessed such a miracle?

This was unmistakably a living goddess!

“A miracle… this is a true miracle!”

Long Yan knelt on one knee, his entire body trembling.

He could feel all the old wounds within him vanish, and even the bottleneck at the late sixth stage—stagnant for so long—showed a faint sign of loosening.

“We swear to follow the goddess unto death!”

Someone led the cry.

In an instant, the voices of fifty thousand people merged into a torrent, surging toward the heavens.

“Swear to follow the goddess unto death!”

Even without consuming Energy Potions, such fervent faith still provided a considerable boost in numbers.

Lin Fan basked in the overwhelming tide of faith from above, a satisfied curve forming at the corner of her lips.

With this foundation of faith, even if she told them to haul bricks and build houses, these people would fight for the chance—and they’d consider it a glorious honor, as if constructing a Divine Kingdom for their deity.

This was the highest form of governance.

Gaslighting? No—this was faith-building.

The rain of light dispersed, and Lin Fan descended slowly.

The soles of her shoes remained immaculately clean, as if she hadn’t been standing on a muddy battlefield but had just strolled back from the clouds.

“Su Yue.” Lin Fan called out softly.

Su Yue, who had been waiting nearby, hurried over with stars in her eyes, looking at her lord with even more fervor than the refugees. “My lord, I’m here!”

“Make the arrangements. Following the previous plan, split these fifty thousand people into groups.”

Lin Fan’s tone was calm, as if the miracle he’d just performed was nothing more than swatting a mosquito.

“Craftsmen, warriors, and farmers—register them all by category. Those with special talents, such as those skilled in Spirit Tree cultivation or herbal planting, should be listed separately. Double their benefits.”

“Also…”

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Lin Fan glanced at the boundless wasteland in the distance, a flicker of ambition passing through his eyes.

“Have those Blue Star contractors from the civil engineering team come see me. Azurewood City is too small now. With this kind of scale, how can it possibly hold all my followers?”

“I’m going to expand.”

“Since people have arrived, they shouldn’t be idle.”

Lin Fan extended a finger and pointed at the ground beneath his feet.

“Tell them—if they swing their hoes well, I want this wasteland turned into a super fortress capable of housing a million people within six months.”

Su Yue’s heart pounded with shock.

A million people?

Even with the newcomers added to Azurewood City’s current population, they’d barely reach sixty or seventy thousand.

Wasn’t this step too ambitious?

“My lord… a million people… Where are we supposed to find that many?” Su Yue asked cautiously.

Lin Fan turned around, his back to Su Yue, his white hair gently lifting in the wind.

“Over on Blue Star, there are plenty of survivors.”

His voice carried the seductive quality of the Siren’s Voice, yet it also exuded an undeniable, commanding authority.

“Notify Chu Chen to increase the frequency of Rift Teleportation. If Zhou Ming can’t hold up, shove the Holy Crystal Core down his throat.”

“Those the Dragon Clan wants to kill, I protect.”

“Those territories the Dragon Clan wants to seize, I take.”

With that, Lin Fan walked toward the city without looking back, leaving behind only an unassailable silhouette.

“What are you standing around for?”

After a few steps, Lin Fan suddenly stopped and glanced sideways at Long Yan, who was still frozen in place.

“Bring your people. We’re going into the city.”