The Rise Of A Porter

"How... did you get so strong?" Tiamut mumbled while she slowly slipped into clothes Arnold gave her. I.e. a pair of black shorts and a hoodie. For the first time, she wasn't being arrogant but respectful towards Arnold.

Well, since Arnold didn't have her measurements, the clothes he gave her ended up tightly hugging her figure. She might have been billions of years old, but in her current attire, she looked no older than any 26-year-old.

'Is she a masochist or what? One kick and she went from being a lioness to a bit*h?' Arnold thought to himself before replying, "Looks like you'll have to ask your God- wait a sec, that's me now."

Tiamut looked at him with rage but otherwise kept her thoughts to herself. She knew that this mortal wasn't someone to play with, not anymore at the very least. She had to keep her hostility within her. As things stood now, she couldn't even touch a strand of his hair, let alone harm him.

She also knew that she was within his domain, and since she died, she couldn't use her own domain to subdue him. But even if she had her domain with her, she wasn't confident whether she'll be able to overpower Arnold's domain.

"Listen. I don't have time to leisure around, so I'll get straight to the point. Starting today you are now my slave whether you like it or not. So it'd be in the best of your interest to be a good bit*h and serve me, or else... well let's just I'll have to do something to you that I'd regret later on."

"All I hear are empty words from a mortal basta*d." Tiamut spat out a mouthful of blood on his feet, "Do your worst mortal!"

Despite her outer defiance, Tiamut was shaking with fear on the inside. But she could never submit to a mortal. She was a goddess! She wouldn't serve a mortal no matter what. Even if she was afraid that her words might end up enraging the human...

But the next moment, Arnold broke down laughing. His laugh wasn't ordinary either... it was anything, but ordinary. He then quietly grabbed her by the upper arm and dragged her outside. He met with both Tiamut and Alice in the corridor and they started following them.

Tiamut froze when she saw the army Arnold had accumulated. Her reaction wasn't due to their numbers, she had seen godly armies and this army wasn't much compared to them. But something about their utmost dedication and loyalty to their leader impressed her more than any army ever did.

There was a saying that every army has a traitor, but she knew there was none in the mortal's army. All of Arnold's 3000+ summons had already gathered there. Each one of them had their eyes fixated on him, but Arnold's eyes were busy looking for...

"Scylla!"

A moment later the mystical being came flying towards its owner. Arnold let go of Tiamut as soon as Scylla landed in front of them. He was planning on torturing Tiamut into submission, but he wasn't in the mood for doing something like that, not in the traditional sense at least. It was a pleasant day for him and he didn't want to ruin it because of an old grandma...

It took a moment for Tiamut to connect the dots, but there was no mistaking it. The dragon standing in front of her was shrouded in her daughter's aura. Scylla was one of her own.

"Is this..." Tiamut's eyes got blurry with tears. She might have been a goddess but she was still a mother and now... a grandmother.

"Kind of, yeah." Arnold shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't going to admit that Scylla wasn't directly linked to her, "You could say that she is your granddaughter, in a way I suppose."

"But how is this even possible..."

"I'm just a mortal remember? Reproduction in you godly beings works in weird ways, and I'm not interested in knowing those methods. The one I know of works just fine for me."

Tiamut gave him a disgusted look before embracing Scylla. But not for long as Arnold commanded Scylla to step back and Scylla being the obedient pet she was, immediately jumped back and began growling.

"What are you doing!?" Tiamut was enraged for real this time. She was happy to be reunited with her kin but this mortal was trying to keep her away from her granddaughter?

"Let's talk business first, shall we?"

"What... do you mean?"

"It's nothing mindboggling. I'll give you two choices to decide your fate within this domain of mine."

"What choices?"

"Be patient please, I'm getting there. Option one, You could either pledge loyalty to me, serve me as my other summons do and in return, you can stay with your granddaughter." Arnold gave tiamut the most sadistic smile he ever had, "Or I'll have Talos cancel his spell and have you return to the afterlife forever. I'll find others like you inevitably, so I don't necessarily need you anyways. The choice is yours."

Arnold's thinking was simple. Why waste energy on physically torturing someone when he could do it with mere words.

Tiamut knew she had no other choice. Arnold had already demonstrated that her Granddaughter would do whatever he told her to. And after seeing the sadist smile on his face, she knew Arnold meant to do exactly as he said he would. She already lost her daughter once, she couldn't lose her granddaughter as well.

With no other choice, she kneeled before Arnold. Her head almost touching his feet. She didn't do this in front of anyone, not even the immortal one and yet... she was disgracing herself to please a mere mortal. Who would've thought such a day would ever come in her life- no, not in her life, but her afterlife.

"I, Tiamut, former goddess of dragons, pledge utmost loyalty to you and to be of your service no matter what you desire," she mumbled, "...Master."

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Congratulations for taming your first Demigod summon.

Mystic (MYS) +150

You can check her profile from within the information tab or by using the <Probe> skill on her.

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Arnold did just that. After all, he wanted to know more about his new summon.

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CLASS: Dragon Overlord

NAME: Tiamut

LEVEL: 189

COSMIC RANK: A

ROLE: Demigod (Former Goddess of Dragons)

AFFINITY/ABILITIES :

• Hellfire (Active skill)

• Arctic Rage (Active skill)

• Corrosive Breath (Active skill)

• Death Claw (Active skill)

• Draconic transformation (Active skill)

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HP: 170000/170000

STRENGTH (STR) : 200

DEFENSE (DEF) : 267

STAMINA (STA) : 180

INTELLIGENCE (INT) : 199

AGILITY (AGI) : 167

ACCURACY (ACC) : <Maximum level has been reached>

EVADE (EVD) : 188

CHARISMA (CHA): 399

Damage Resistances: Elemental Attacks (30% damage reduction)

Condition Immunities: Exhaustion, Frightened, frozen, ranged attacks.

Weak Against: Her master.

THREAT LEVEL: Negligible

REMARK: We taming gods now, eh? Either way, congratulations on developing a new fetish. To be honest, I was getting tired of your old fetishes so it was long overdue to develop a new one... still I didn't know you were into G.I.L.Fs. That caught me by surprise, not gonna lie. However, on a serious note, the demigods are going to furious at you now so watch your back.

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'Enraging them was my motive in the first place, system-sama.' Arnold smiled and closed the interface.

The more gods he angered, the more gods will attack him and the more godly summons he'll end up obtaining. Everything was going well within his expectations.