Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

Zach was about to take another look into Soara's statue, even if only because he had nothing else to do when he looked at Yanael and Alzara standing behind him like a pair of bodyguards.

"I'll put up a barrier to protect me. If you want, you two can also try looking into the statues. I have a feeling that you two might get more from it than me or the others."

Yanael and Alzara looked at Zach for a moment, and when he put down a solid and strong barrier around him, they looked around. Yanael strode over to a statue like she had just been waiting for Zach's permission.

She chose Ackspet of Submission, one of the less popular deities. The kneeling knight looked stoic and all. However, only a few of the entrants were interested in his title. They didn't want to submit. It sounded like admitting defeat, and no one wanted to look into the past of a knight of defeat.

Alzara wasn't as quick to decide. She glanced at the different statues and their plaques and titles. Her gaze lingered at Jeret of Dreams. But eventually, her gaze returned to the robed figure in front of her and Zach. She looked up toward Soara's face for a moment before kneeling in front of the plaque.

Alzara tilted her head forward, closed her eyes, and touched the plaque with the tip of her finger.

She was sucked into the mystical scene of the past just like Zach and the other entrants. It was the same scene as the one Zach saw. However, the entrants had already confirmed that different people at the same statues saw the same things. The only difference was in how detailed the scene was.

And so far, the only thing that seemed to have some connection to the amount of details and length of time one could look was strength. The stronger they were, the more they saw and the longer they could stay in the statute. But there was an exception.

Derot, who was by no means a fighter, was in the top five in terms of staying inside the statues.

However, as if to solidify the theory without the exception, Alzara saw a lot of detail. She could count the limbs and eyes on the mutated, disfigured, and distorted monsters attacking the mix of humans, humanoids, and natural monsters. She didn't want to, though. Those monsters looked like nothing she had ever seen before, and she wanted it to remain like that.

Alzara was only a little curious about their existence and what she could do with their corpses and the materials inside them. But since it was a scene she could only watch and not interact with, Alzara focused on something else.

She only looked at the robed figure walking through the battlefield, monsters dropping like flies around her. When she did, the details around her faded and turned blurry. After a while, she could barely see anything but blotches of different shades of grey.

The only exception was the robed figure. Soara. Alzara saw the deity and their surroundings in overwhelming detail. It wasn't enough.

Alzara narrowed her eyes in concentration. She could feel it. She could feel the power surrounding Soara like a spheric cloud. But feeling its mere existence through instincts—instincts telling her that she would die if she approached—wasn't enough. Enjoy new tales from empire

Alzara had to see it. She wouldn't be able to learn anything if she didn't. And it would be a wasted opportunity to grow stronger if she didn't learn anything.

Alzara had already understood that Zach was a magnet for trouble. It wasn't just because he was unlucky. He had a curious mind. He wanted answers to questions—answers that he would only get after going through a lot of trouble. In the process, he would grow stronger, level up, and summon more familiars.

But Alzara didn't want to be outdone by latecomers. And as he grew stronger, Zach would also attract more troublesome trouble. It was an inevitable cycle. The only way to break that cycle would be to regress through stagnation, choice, injury, or illness. Or death.

Alzara and Yanael and any other familiar Zach would summon in the future grew a little stronger with each level he gained. But they had their own growth potential equal to their ranks.

Alzara had growth potential befitting of her status as an SS-rank familiar. She had talent. It was as simple as that.

It wasn't like she could look at an expert swordsman and become an expert at swordsmanship, mostly because she wasn't interested in learning how to fight with a sword. She liked her daggers. And more than her daggers, she liked her curses, her poisons, and her tactics.

Soara didn't use tactics or poisons. Her power of death also wasn't a curse.

But Alzara's keen eyes didn't miss how Soara's power worked. She couldn't see everything. She couldn't see down to tiniest details.

But she saw the cloud of death surrounding Soara, and she saw it snuff out the light of life of anything that came close to her. She saw how it killed things that weren't alive. It killed the momentum of projectiles. It killed her own gravity, preventing her from getting caught in pitfalls or holes. Soara walked over everything, killing even laws of physics and concepts.

That was the power of death. Everything had an end. Everything could die.

And if Soara tacked on the power of transcendence to that? There wasn't anything they couldn't kill.

Alzara was intrigued by how Soara's power killed concepts and laws of physics. But that wasn't her area. It also wasn't something she could imitate. No, she focused on how Soara's power of death touched the monsters' spark of life and extinguished it like a candle.

Now, that was something she could learn from.

Alzara focused on Soara and the deity's power of death, momentarily letting herself forget about the outside world.

It was a risk since she didn't know what was going on outside, but she trusted Zach's judgment. And the risk would be more than worth it.