Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 558 – Side Story: The Goddess’s SLG Breeding Game

Eternity is a word that sounds beautiful, but is actually somewhat dull.

Especially after you truly become “eternal.”

Lin Li sat atop the tallest building in Azurewood City, propping her chin on one hand as she gazed down at the bustling traffic and thriving scene below.

Everyone was happy.

Lu Yuan was taking care of a pregnant Zhu Yan—that unreliable fellow had finally become a father.

That kid Long Yan had finally married both Long Ningshuang and Su Rou, the women he’d pined for.

Long Teng’s family of three had reunited as well.

Zhou Ming had also kept his promise, holding a grand wedding for Liu Ruyan.

Chen Yao and Lei Li, that pair of lilies, were traveling the world together.

Everything had moved toward the most perfect of endings.

Only she seemed to have been left with nothing to do.

As the former savior of this world and now its supreme deity, she no longer had any rivals.

Three hundred years of grudges and entanglements had dissipated in the moment of her return.

Life now was peaceful and beautiful.

But it was also… somewhat dull.

Lin Li sighed and rose to her feet tens of thousands of meters above the ground.

Her white dress rippled without any wind.

“It’s time to go out for a stroll,” she murmured softly.

Then, she extended a slender finger and gently traced it through the air before her.

Like drawing open a curtain.

The Spatial Barrier—so sturdy that even peak ninth-rank powerhouses couldn’t budge it—was as fragile as paper before her.

A pitch-black Rift appeared silently.

What lay beyond it, she didn’t know.

It could be another universe, the end of time, or simply a void of nothingness.

It didn’t matter.

She just wanted to wander.

Lin Li stepped barefoot into the Rift.

Behind her, space healed instantly, as if nothing had ever happened.

…

“Scram! All of you beggars, get the hell away!”

“A bunch of filthy tramps, daring to block an officer’s path!”

A long whip caked with mud and blood lashed viciously across a gaunt little girl.

The girl didn’t even have the strength to cry. Her body swayed, then crumpled to the ground, silent.

A woman beside her—equally emaciated—lunged forward, letting out an anguished wail like a wounded beast.

“My daughter!”

The officer in charge, mounted on his horse, watched the scene with an impatient expression.

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His subordinates nearby burst into raucous laughter.

“Boss, this wench is skinny, but her face ain’t half bad.”

“Take her back for the boys to have some fun with?”

“Hahahaha!”

The officer leader grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellowed teeth.

“Fine, take her!”

Two soldiers immediately dismounted, leering as they approached the woman clutching her daughter’s corpse.

The disaster refugees around them all watched with numb, hollow eyes.

They were too weak from hunger to even stand, let alone resist.

In this remote border town, ravaged by three years of famine, human life was worth less than a stray dog on the roadside.

Just as the two soldiers’ hands were about to touch the woman—

A figure in white appeared at the street corner without the slightest warning.

It was a woman.

A woman of breathtaking, otherworldly beauty.

Her snow-white hair cascaded all the way to her ankles, and she wore an immaculate white dress.

She was barefoot, stepping onto the sewage-streaked street, yet not a single speck of filth clung to her.

Everyone froze.

Including the arrogant soldiers.

The clamorous street fell so silent in an instant that a dropped needle could be heard.

The officer leader stared, utterly transfixed.

In all his life, he had never seen such a beautiful woman.

She was like a celestial maiden descended from heaven.

He swallowed hard, greed practically spilling from his eyes.

“Where did this little beauty come from?”

He dismounted his horse, straightening his official robes as he strode toward Lin Li.

“What a pretty face. Come now, follow this officer, and I’ll guarantee you a life of fine food and drink.”

He reached out a grimy hand, intending to touch Lin Li’s face.

Lin Li watched him calmly.

Within those dark eyes, it seemed as though a nebula was swirling.

She did not dodge.

She merely spoke softly.

“Dirty.”

The moment the words left her lips—

The officer leader’s outstretched hand was severed cleanly at the wrist, as if cut by some invisible force.

Blood sprayed forth.

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“Ah—!!”

A scream like a pig being slaughtered tore through the entire street.

The officer leader clutched his severed wrist, writhing madly on the ground.

His subordinates stood frozen in shock.

They hadn’t even seen what had happened.

Lin Li didn’t spare the officer leader on the ground so much as a glance.

Her gaze fell upon the woman clutching her daughter’s corpse, who had already cried herself into a faint.

She frowned slightly.

“How noisy. Let her live again.”

She spoke once more.

The next second, the girl’s corpse on the ground suddenly began to emit a faint green glow.

The whip marks on the girl’s body rapidly disappeared.

Her pale little face gradually regained its rosy color.

Then, her long lashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes.

“Mother?”

The little girl sat up, gazing in confusion at the mother who held her.

The woman stared in disbelief at her daughter, resurrected from the dead, then looked at the woman in white robes with white hair not far away.

She opened her mouth, but not a single word came out.

Finally, pulling her daughter along, she kowtowed heavily in Lin Li’s direction.

“A deity… She’s a deity!”

A voice rang out from the crowd.

Then, as if triggering a chain reaction—

Thud, thud.

Every refugee on the street who could still move fell to their knees.

They gazed at Lin Li, their eyes filled with reverence and hope.

Lin Li paid no heed to those gazes.

She looked around.

The air was thick with the stench of despair and death.

Familiar.

And deeply unpleasant.

“All hungry?”

She asked.

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

The refugees did not answer—they only kowtowed harder.

Lin Li found it rather dull.

She extended a single finger and lightly tapped the empty center of the street.

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“Then let’s eat.”

Hum—

A faint tremor rippled through the air.

A massive iron cauldron, large enough to hold over a dozen adults, materialized out of thin air.

Inside the cauldron was a full pot of steaming, thick rice porridge.

The fragrance of rice spread instantly through the air.

Every refugee’s eyes turned bloodshot.

They couldn’t remember the last time they had smelled the scent of rice.

Someone couldn’t resist, struggling and crawling forward.

“Don’t rush.”

Lin Li’s voice sounded again.

“Form a line. Everyone gets a share.”

An invisible force lifted the refugees to their feet.

And made them, of their own accord, line up in an orderly queue.

In each person’s hand, a clean wooden bowl and a spoon materialized out of thin air.

The refugees were utterly stunned.

This was beyond anything they could comprehend.

This was a miracle.

Lin Li paid no more attention to the refugees.

Her gaze fell upon the few officers and soldiers who had already gone weak in the legs from fear.

“You can get lost now.”

She said indifferently.

Those officers and soldiers, as if granted a pardon, scrambled to flee on all fours.

But they had barely run a few steps before they realized something was wrong.

Their bodies no longer obeyed them.

They could only mechanically walk, step by step, toward the city gates.

The official robes on their bodies, the sabers at their waists, the silver in their bosoms—all fell off on their own, dropping to the ground.

They wanted to stop, but couldn’t.

They wanted to shout, but no sound came out.

They could only watch helplessly as they were “escorted” out of the city, stripped bare like puppets, in utter disgrace.

Having dealt with the eyesores.

Lin Li walked over to the large cauldron.

She watched as the refugees, one by one, ladled out porridge with trembling hands, then wolfed it down ravenously.

As the hot porridge settled in their stomachs, many began to cry.

In their sobs was the relief of survival, and boundless gratitude.

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“Goddess!”

“It’s the White-Haired Goddess who saved us!”

“Lady Goddess!”

Someone shouted first, no one knew who.

Soon, the entire street echoed with the title “White-Haired Goddess.”

Threads of faint Power of Faith, tinged with devotion, began to converge toward Lin Li.

Lin Li felt these powers.

They were very weak—to her current self, almost negligible.

But the feeling was rather nostalgic.

As if she had found some amusing new game, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

She walked to the city wall, gave a light leap, and appeared atop the wall dozens of meters high.

She looked down upon this ruined city.

Houses collapsed, fields barren, a scene of utter desolation.

“Since I’m here, might as well tidy things up.”

She reached out her hand and gave a gentle squeeze toward the city below.

“Let there be light.”

The thick dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and warm sunlight poured down.

“Let there be water.”

The moat in the city, long since dried up, began to surge with clear river water once more.

“Let the fields revive.”

The cracked earth outside the city became moist and fertile at a visible speed.

Tender green sprouts broke through the soil, swaying in the wind.

“Let the houses be sturdy.”

The collapsed houses in the city, as if pressed on a fast-forward button, had their bricks and stones fly up on their own, reassemble, and transform into brand-new, sturdy buildings.

The entire city, in just a few minutes, was completely renewed.

Having done all this, Lin Li was as relaxed as if she had casually tidied up a room.

She patted the nonexistent dust off her hands.

Mm, this nurturing-style game seemed rather interesting.

She found herself the best vantage point—the roof of the former city lord’s mansion—and sat down.

Watching the mortals below, stunned speechless by the miracle, she entertained herself as an amused spectator.

And at this moment.

Everything that had happened in the city also spread like wildfire.

Through the mouths of the merchants and porters who had fled the city, the news rapidly traveled in all directions.

A legend of the “White-Haired Goddess” descending upon a remote border town, scattering rice into porridge, and making withered trees bloom again.

Began to quietly circulate across this land of hunger and despair.