In one second, she was in her own apartment, scrolling through her phone like any youngster of this age, trying to decide which show to watch to drown out the pain racking her heart… and in the next heartbeat, she found herself amidst the clouds.

For a fleeting moment — one where her mind swirled with confusion — Emmie almost believed her heart had finally given up, that the misery had become too much, and she was now swimming in a sea of blue, with clouds as her only companions.

Which was strange, really, because she had always believed she would end up in hell for all she had done.

But the thought lasted only an instant. Because the very moment she felt her legs dangling, searching desperately for solid ground that wasn't there, when her heart began to thunder in her chest as if adrenaline had replaced her blood, her eyes widened, her vision clearing enough for her to see not only the endless clouds but the world far beneath her.

Her heart stopped.

Her mouth stretched so wide one could think it might split apart, and then realization struck.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH! I AM FLYING! I AM FLYING!"

She twisted wildly in the air, panic flooding her, yet even with her erratic movements she found herself perfectly stable, like a sculpture rooted in the heavens.

Her mouth opened again, ready to unleash another banshee-like scream, only to be silenced by a quiet, descending voice.

"Please, have mercy on my ears."

She froze. Slowly, hesitantly, she raised her head toward the source of the voice, and there he was, a man — or was he even a man? she wondered — so beautiful it hurt to look at him.

Seeing him, Emmie's face instinctively winced, as though the sight alone filled her with disgust. Her reaction was immediate, almost reflexive.

Hidden within the folds of space, Noah's wives raised their brows in collective surprise.

They all felt it, Emmie was genuinely, sincerely disgusted by Noah. She even took a step back, still inwardly marveling at how she was walking on air, though her heart remained far from calm.

She bit her lip, forcing herself to stay composed. Maybe it was a dream.

Though that seemed impossible, because she could feel everything too vividly for it to be one.

And if it was real… then this…

'Is this one of those stories Brandon used to tell me?' she thought. 'Those novels he couldn't stop talking about all day long?'

She remembered how Brandon used to explain to her every plot, every character he loved, and how he would always complain about never having enough money to unlock the chapters.

Brandon probably thought she wasn't listening. But she was. And that was exactly why…

"You immortal from another heavenly-tribulation-type world, go back to where you belong!" she declared with great seriousness, her beautiful brown eyes narrowing as she dropped into a fighting stance, fists clenched tightly, ready to fight.

She was only wearing a black top and shorts that clung to her body, and the wind whispered relentlessly.

She shivered, but gritted her teeth and refused to lower her fists.

Noah, in front of all this, simply watched with visible amusement. He had seen her flash of disgust earlier, and now this, her quick reaction to something that would have made most people lose their minds.

He smiled. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, pointing toward her narrowed eyes.

"If you're trying to trick me into lowering my guard, give it up!" Emmie snapped. "I've already been trained! And you should go back, my world has bombs that could nuke you in one go! If you love your life, you should run!"

'Damn it, go! I'm cold!' she screamed inwardly.

Noah laughed. "I'll go if you answer my question first," he said calmly.

Seeing his persistence, and feeling the biting cold crawl up her skin, Emmie sighed and gave in, deciding to end it quickly. "Ask," she said with a scowl.

"Why are you looking at me with disgust?" Noah asked, slipping his hands into his pockets.

Emmie blinked, finally noticing his attire, eerily similar to those of Earth, but she didn't dwell on it.

"You're too beautiful," she said bluntly.

Noah froze, silent for a moment. He could feel the truth in her words, which only made them more confusing.

"What do you mean?" he asked again.

Emmie rolled her eyes. She was strangely confident for a mortal standing in the air before something so far beyond comprehension.

Noah realized then he'd worried for nothing. This woman's mental fortitude was far stronger than he expected.

"I don't know," Emmie said with a shrug. "Your face is too perfect, it creeps me out. And what's with those white eyes? Too bizarre. And as a man, why's your hair so long? I swear it could cover my whole body! And why is it grey? You trying to look old or something?"

She clicked her tongue. "Too bizarre. And why are you looking at me like you expect me to praise your beauty? I've seen better than you!" she declared, nodding to herself with full conviction.

From the folds of space, Noah's wives were cackling, finding the whole exchange absurdly hilarious. Noah's lips twitched, clearly hearing their mocking laughter.

"I cannot believe there are better men than me," Noah said, shaking his head. "I might not be your type — which is weird, by the way — but better than me? Are you blind?"

Emmie sneered at him. "My man more handsome than you!"

"Your man?" Noah echoed, raising a brow.

Emmie coughed, flustered. "Okay! Not my man, but I'll find his Instagram, DM him, and take him back. Trust me. Anyway, I was saying he's better than you!"

Noah couldn't help but let a smile slip at her words. "Now you've got me curious. Tell me his name. With my power, I'll find him for you and at the same time, I'll see if he's indeed better than me."

Emmie's eyes widened;n, the logic somehow made perfect sense to her. Without hesitation, she said, "Brandon! His name is Brandon Imane. And oh, great sir, I have another request, please!"

Noah smiled faintly, finding it peculiar that despite everything, despite even his divine beauty, Emmie's heart still belonged to Brandon.

He didn't know whether that made him happy or not.

Still, he nodded at her eager expression. "What request?" he asked.

Emmie's face went blank for a second, all emotion draining away, before a strange smile slowly crept across her lips, tinged with a flicker of possessiveness.

"Ah, can you please make him love me? I mean, really love me! Like, love me the same way I love him! Make him think of me all the time and dream of me. Yes, like that!"

"You want me to make him obsessed with you, in short?" Noah replied, barely holding back his laughter.

The wives didn't bother holding theirs back, they burst into laughter, declaring they liked Emmie already.

"Yes!" Emmie nodded firmly. "That's the word! Now can you do it? If you do, I'll forgive this little trespassing into our world." She added with self-satisfied conviction, nodding to herself.

"First," Noah said, "I need to know why you want me to do this."

"Because I love him, duh," she retorted, rolling her eyes once more.

Noah's eyebrow twitched. 'Ah yes… I almost forgot how she is.'

He shook his head, suppressing a smile. "You love him that much?"

"Like, yes of course," she said, shrugging.

"Will you still love him if he's no longer the same person? If his appearance changes?" he asked again.

Emmie shrugged once more. "What a stupid question. I love him for who he is, not for how he looks," she said, her tone now serious.

"His appearance might get disfigured because of an accident or whatever, but it doesn't matter. He'd still be the Brandon who loved me, took care of me, and respected me."

'I want to do the same for him. I want to show him my love,' she added inwardly.

Noah smiled softly at her words, then lowered his gaze toward Paris below them. Emmie, sensing no hostility from him, began to relax.

She looked at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. When her patience finally ran thin, she said, "Where is he then? And can you do it or not? Like, what are you waiting for?"

Noah didn't respond. He simply raised a finger and pressed it gently against her forehead.

Emmie's eyes went cold at his touch, her body tensing. She was about to growl, ready to claw at him like an angry cat, but then her eyes flew wide in horror as visions began to flood her mind.

Brandon's and Noah's life poured into her consciousness in a relentless cascade.

His days working tirelessly for his mother's health.

The first time he met her.

The nights he skipped meals to save for a ring.

The moment she broke him over the phone.

The day he drowned at the beach.

The moment he awoke in another world, one of magic, blood, and gods.

His rise from mortal to divinity, accompanied by the women who stood beside him.

His return to Earth.

Their meeting in Paris…

All of it rushed through her mind in vivid, merciless detail.

Her body froze beneath the storm of emotion—his, hers, all tangled together—until she could barely breathe.

Slowly, she lifted her head, staring at Noah. Tears swelled in her eyes, shimmering, threatening to fall. Her mind refused to believe what it had just seen. And yet…

"Don't worry," Noah said with a faint smirk. "I just wanted my money back for the ring. It's not your fault."

The tears fell.

—End of Chapter 385—

A/N:

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Golden Tickets, too, please?

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