The Prodigan Woman Chapter 6 : The Name That Brought Destruction! (Patreon)

Molly, her head tilted back, savored the intense pleasure coursing through her as she explored the microscopic worlds within her. Explosions echoed, leaving trails of dark smoke on her limbs and torso.

With blurred vision, she glimpsed diminutive jets attempting to assail her—aerial skirmishes on a Lilliputian scale. Unmoved, Molly, too fatigued to smile, eyed them with hunger. Slowly opening her hand, she inhaled deeply, swallowing the tiny aircraft whole without a hint of sensation.

Licking her lips in indifference, Molly sighed, unimpressed by the miniature chaos she'd just orchestrated. Disinterested, she cast her eyes downward, surveying the aftermath.

"How boring." She closed her fist tightly and brought it down hard.

On the ground, hundreds of tiny men and women looked up at her, their eyes wide and mouths agape in stunned silence. Molly opened her hand and allowed her arm to hang limply at her side, disengaged from their world.

"You're not fun. None of you are fun."

She said her eyes cold and uncaring. Her body language was one of disdain.

"Please stop."

Molly's bored expression shifted slightly as her gaze fixated on the approaching helicopter. Squinting, she discerned a small man standing outside the craft.

"What do you want?" she asked with indifference.

"I'm Lucas Arvesen," the man declared through a megaphone. A nanobot's cry rang out as Molly effortlessly grasped the helicopter between her colossal fingers, bringing it closer to her face.

"I didn't ask for your name; I want to know your purpose!" Molly's voice echoed.

"Forgive me, goddess," Lucas pleaded, stepping back as the walls strained against the force exerted on them. "I want to end all this destruction, and I know precisely how to do it!" he asserted confidently.

Molly raised an eyebrow. "And how, pray tell, do you plan to achieve that?" she inquired.

"I'll reveal the one behind all of this," Lucas vowed.

Molly raised her head in silence, her attention fixed on the helicopter.

"Who is responsible?" she demanded. "One of those Brobdingnagian leaders, perhaps?" Her curiosity drew her eyes down to a relatively untouched Brobdingnagian city.

"No," Lucas replied, unraveling a tale that promised answers in the quest to bring an end to the chaotic turmoil. "No Brobdingnagian was the cause of any of this!"

Molly's attention shifted away from the helicopter. As her gaze lingered on the city below, Lucas took a step forward, holding onto the very edge of the helicopter door, staring up at the gigantic face of the woman who had reined over his whole entire life.

"It wasn't a Gulliverian either." Lucas said.

"You can't really be saying what I think you're saying." Molly stated.

"The cause was one of the Lilliputians," Lucas asserted, pointing down at the Lilliputian cities that stood in the distance.

Molly raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

"You can't be serious." Molly said.

Lucas nodded, and then began to explain.

"A Lilliputian, an individual of tremendous intellect and power, was the one who took control of the different rebellious factions of the Brobdingnagian and Gulliverian military. That individual is responsible for the deaths of all those people and the suffering of countless others!" Lucas claimed, his voice tinged with sadness and anger.

"Is that so?" Molly muttered.

"That's the truth."

Molly's attention moved away from the helicopter and toward a nearby Lilliputian town.

"Then tell me, Lucas, who is this individual? Who is this individual who has caused all of this.

"Her name is Ski, Ski Anderson, resident and leader of the city Luminastra," Lucas revealed.

"Ski Anderson," Molly echoed, contemplating the name on the tip of her tongue.

"Pathetic," she declared after a brief pause. "You're telling me that you big Brobdingnagians and Gulliverians let a Lilliputian boss you around?" Molly brought the helicopter closer, her grip tightening.

"Where's your pride as a Brobdingnagian?" she scorned. "Your pride as a superior being?"

Lucas held on, silent and tense, avoiding Molly's piercing gaze.

"Well, I guess such things don't matter now," Molly remarked with indifference. "To think that a Lilliputian would have such power." Her attention drifted toward the microscopic cities of Lilliput in the distance.

Unconcerned, Molly's fingers enveloped the helicopter, obliterating it along with the tiny Brobs who met their demise in anguished screams.

Lucas, left grappling with the aftermath, gathered his resolve. "Ski Anderson might be small, but she's cunning. She manipulated our differences to her advantage. We can still stop her and end this chaos. Let me help you, goddess."

Molly, seemingly unmoved, considered Lucas's plea. The unlikely duo faced a daunting challenge – a convergence of giants and minuscule forces, all entwined in a struggle for control and survival.

Molly rose to her full height, her crotch dripping with fluid and dust that belonged to the Brobdingnagian city below. Her eyes, dark and cold, surveyed the surrounding destruction.

"This is no longer entertaining," she concluded.

She was not interested in the fate of the Brobdingnagians, nor did she care about the Gulliverians or their conflict. Sh e had only target.

"Ski Anderson." She repeated with a smile."