Host, You're Finally Awake!

Wuma Xiu waited for a long time but didn't hear "my best friend," so he wasn't really angry. He shifted to a more comfortable position, leaning against God of Fire's shoulder, and continued:

"Alright, alright, even though I didn't hear it, you're my friend after all. I'll tell you anyway. I wrote him a note that said, 'Your wine is awful, and I'm not the God of Life, how can I help you have children? Don't come to me with this kind of thing.'"

After he finished speaking, he laughed so hard he almost fell over, and then patted God of Fire's arm twice.

"Haha, you have no idea how interesting his expression was when he saw it."

Wuma Xiu laughed for a long time before he calmed down, a few physiological tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. He casually wiped them away with the back of his hand and then changed the subject.

"Oh, right, there's one more child. The youngest son in that family, he's about this tall."

He raised his hand and gestured to his waist.

"That little guy is really clever. Everyone else couldn't see me when I was invisible, but he could. I even greeted him then, and he waved back with a sweet smile. His father thought he was being disrespectful by not kneeling down and was so angry he wanted to beat him."

"However, his father ultimately didn't hit him. He really couldn't bring himself to lay a hand on his own child."

Wuma Xiu casually remarked.

God of Fire turned his head, his dark red eyes slightly narrowed in the moonlight.

He strongly suspected that the statement was a veiled attack on him, but he had no evidence.

When a child does something wrong, shouldn't they be punished?

They won't learn their lesson unless they're beaten; they won't amount to anything unless they're disciplined.

He wasn't wrong, he was just a bit too harsh.

Even when drunk, Wuma Xiu could still sense the intense gaze beside him.

He blinked belatedly, then quickly tried to cover it up:

"Of course, I'm not talking about you. What you're doing is discipline, education, the holy fist of love."

God of Fire snorted and looked away, barely accepting the explanation.

"However, I remembered that child's name, Li Xisheng. He looked especially cute; maybe we're destined to meet."

As Wuma Xiu spoke, he twirled his dark hair that fell over his shoulder with his fingers, completely unaware of the increasingly oppressive atmosphere surrounding his friend beside him.

"Snort."

God of Fire snorted heavily through his nose.

Now his friends even have to remember the names of a child.

If that kid named Li Xisheng grows up, won't he just be the next Qin Jiu?

It will never end then.

Seriously, there are so many.

Perhaps he should go out and travel, make some friends?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when God of Fire expressionlessly extinguished it.

Impossible.

As the mighty God of Fire, he exudes an aura of unapproachability wherever he goes. It would be better to let him fight that Water God for another three hundred years than to ask him to actively seek out and befriend people.

Besides, he couldn't be like God of Wine, casually squatting down by the roadside and chatting with a cat for half a day.

I would never be able to make friends with an ordinary person.

He didn't have that patience either.

Wuma Xiu continued rambling on and on. His voice grew softer and softer, his speech slower and slower, until finally, like a string worn out by the wind, it trembled slightly and fell silent.

He fell asleep.

His head rested on God of Fire's shoulder.

The empty wine jar rolled from his loosened fingers, caught by the crimson divine Divine Power of the God of Fire, and gently placed on the ground.

God of Fire began cleaning up their mess.

Crimson Divine Power threads spread out.

Those Divine Power threads lifted up the empty wine jars scattered on the grass, one by one.

Each one was carefully arranged neatly according to size and gently placed aside.

Having done all this, the God of Fire withdrew his Divine Power.

His friend, who was clearly God of Wine, actually got drunk on the wine he brewed.

Wuma Xiu slept longer than he had expected.

When he opened his eyes, the Ancient Tree was still the same Ancient Tree, with lush branches and leaves, its green canopy providing ample shade, not a single leaf turning yellow. The stream was still the same stream, tinkling and gurgling as it flowed over the pebbles.

Wuma Xiu rubbed his eyes, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He just felt that he had slept exceptionally soundly.

The system is crying its eyes out.

[Host, you're finally awake! I almost thought you wouldn't wake up.]

[Waaaaaaaah ┭┮┭┮]

[Sir, how long have I been asleep?]

[Host, you've been asleep for seven years.]

The system burst into tears.

It sobbed and wiped away non-existent tears, crying so hard that even the electronic voice cracked.

Seven years, a full seven years. Who knows how those seven years passed?

It found life without a host to be incredibly boring.

It could only take out its own private Masterpieces and read them over and over again.

At first, I found it quite enjoyable to read it a few times. After reading it a hundred times, I could recite the punctuation marks of every single article by heart. If I continued reading it, I was afraid even my memory would suffer.

Then, it finally couldn't resist doing something "small".

The system felt a little guilty when it thought of this.

But it's okay, the host definitely won't notice.

Seven years?

Wuma Xiu's movement of rubbing his eyes froze.

He just got drunk and fell asleep, how come seven years have passed?

While seven years may be no different from a few seconds for a god than for a mortal, sleeping for that long is still a bit outrageous.

"My friend, you're awake?"

A familiar voice from God of Fire came from beside him.

Out of God of Fire, Vulcan also took a short nap. Sensing that the other person had woken up, he also woke up. He didn't find it strange that his friend had slept for seven years.

Wuma Xiu and stretched his neck.

Okay, okay, seven years it is.

Anyway, this isn't the first time. In the past, when I played the God of Wine in the game, if he drank too much, I would often see the screen go black, and when it came back on, a message would pop up next to it.

A century has passed.

In comparison, seven years is nothing.

But I shouldn't drink so much next time.

He silently made a mental note of it, not because he was afraid of sleeping for another seven years, but mainly because he still had friends.

If one day someone sets out a wine jar, places two cups, and calls his name, but he fails to show up because he's drunk and fast asleep, that would be truly outrageous.

God of Wine may get drunk, but he cannot break his word.

Thinking of this, he quickly used his Divine Power to scan his mind, specifically checking the small mark he had casually made for Qin Jiu.

If anyone had called upon him during those seven years, there would certainly be residual Divine Power fluctuations on the mark.

He examined it carefully and, after confirming that the marks were all still, breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, I didn't break my promise.