Thirteen sat on the couch, gently patting the young lady's back as she slumped on him.
Fate had straddled his lap. Her arms loosely wrapped around his neck, and her head rested on his shoulder.
The two were still joined, basking from the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Neither of them had ever imagined that they would end up like this.
Just a few days ago, they were practically at each other's throats, trying to kill each other. But now, things had taken a different turn.
Thirteen had always wanted to stab the Goddess's heart with a sword. While he had succeeded, he didn't expect it would be… a different kind of sword.
His hands continued to gently pat the Goddess' back, helping her calm down.
When suddenly, rows of texts appeared behind her.
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[You have achieved an unprecedented Feat!]
[You gained the Title: The One Who Conquered Fate!]
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