The Goddess of Beauty Went Too Far

Meanwhile, the system was still trembling at the various terrifying possibilities of the future.

Over there, Wuma Xiu, who was excited, paused upon hearing its suggestion.

[Why?]

[Host, think about it. If you do that, your friends will probably tear those two apart.]

The system's tone became unusually serious.

Its two thin arms are crossed in front of its chest, striking a serious pose.

The system's words were not an exaggeration.

Not all Gods are friendly to humans.

In fact, the word "friendly" is somewhat of a stretch when applied to most Gods.

They might give a disdainful glance to the worshippers, or bestow a small favor on a whim... but that doesn't mean they truly treat mortals as equals.

Among God of Wine's friends, several were known for their eccentricities.

Each one of them was more unpredictable than the last.

Each one of them is more unconventional than the last.

If one day, they suddenly discover that their best friend has some inexplicable entanglement with an ordinary person.

What will they think?

Would you laugh it off, or would you feel offended?

The system can almost picture that scene:

A certain Gods with a bad temper narrowed his eyes, sneered, and casually reduced the mortal who "dared to seduce Gods" to ashes. At that point, forget about creating a romantic pairing; they might not even be able to find his ashes.

The host itself can stop it.

But can you stop them once, and stop them all?

The Gods have a different concept of time than mortals. They could easily wait until their hosts are not paying attention before taking action, and then casually say, "I was just joking."

Ordinary people are incredibly vulnerable in their presence.

Wuma Xiu, having calmed down somewhat, became deflated.

He had thought of that too.

He released Ling Yu's hand, letting go of each finger one by one.

"Okay, that's unlikely."

Sitting opposite him, Ling Yu was momentarily at a loss for words upon hearing these words, unsure whether to breathe a sigh of relief or feel regret.

They breathed a sigh of relief because this audacious plan had finally been thwarted.

Although he suggested creating a romantic pairing.

But to be honest, he wasn't mentally prepared to face a group of Gods.

It's truly a pity.

When Qin Jiu first heard Wuma Xiu's suggestion, her heart skipped a beat.

Unfortunately, he still retained his rationality.

There's no way I could have known about this.

A disappointed Wuma Xiu stared at the system, patted the Fat Orange Cloud, and decided to give himself some fun.

"[Master, are you hiding something from me?]"

The system was startled by its host's tone, and the entire system trembled in the consciousness space, the Stickman's small body visibly stiffening.

Oh no, has it already been discovered?

It subconsciously turned its head to look at the Advanced Shielding Device that was operating stably.

--The indicator light is green, the signal band is normal, and the shielding function is on.

The system breathed a sigh of relief, Stickman patted its little chest:

Thankfully, the jammer is still working, so the host shouldn't be able to hear its thoughts and shouldn't have noticed.

Etc.

The system considered the key point of the problem from another perspective.

Previously, the host could hear its thoughts, but now it suddenly can't. Doesn't that clearly indicate there's something wrong with it?

When it bought the jammer, it was only thinking about how to hide those shady secrets, but it forgot that the jamming itself was the biggest flaw.

How could his host not notice this change?

The system stood motionless in the consciousness space, its two matchstick hands raised and embracing its bald head.

Oh no, oh no, oh no!

Isn't this just like protesting too much?

Thinking of this, the system wished it could travel back to the day it bought the jammer and give its impulsive self a good beating.

However, without this shield, its little secret would have been discovered by its own host long ago.

Wuma Xiu asked this question because the system had already inadvertently admitted it.

That so-called Advanced Shielding Device certainly looked like a high-end product; the indicator lights were lit up in a very conspicuous manner.

He could understand why the system wanted to block him.

After all, everyone has a few little secrets.

He wasn't the kind of host who wanted to manage everything.

The problem is that as soon as this thing is activated, a "beep" sound suddenly rings in Wuma Xiu's head. The sound is sharp and long, and it echoes in his head for a full three seconds before stopping.

This left Wuma Xiu with no choice but to listen.

Moreover, this Advanced Shielding Device was practically useless against him.

He heard what he was supposed to hear.

However, Wuma Xiu never expected that the other party had done so many things behind his back.

Also, the system is overthinking things.

He doesn't usually bother to listen to what the other person thinks.

After all, he wasn't some voyeuristic pervert who spent all day rummaging through the system's mental activity.

That's so boring.

Therefore, Wuma Xiu usually blocks out the system's ramblings, especially when the other party is talking to itself, as listening to them too much can cause a headache.

If it weren't for that earth-shattering "beep--" sound when that Advanced Shielding Device activated...

He wouldn't even notice what the system was doing.

Therefore, the more you try to hide something, the easier it is to expose your true colors.

In fact, Wuma Xiu of God of Wine, doesn't care about what the system is doing. When he has nothing to do, he can leisurely stroll to the bookstore, pick out a few interesting books, and read them slowly when he gets back, just to pass the time.

But who can blame the system for treating this matter more seriously than the sky falling?

Since you treat it like your lifeline, then don't blame him for using that to his advantage and bully you relentlessly.

The God of Wine side only surfaced when something interesting happened. And the system's terrified expression, as if "the heavens are going to kill me," just happened to pique his interest.

Unfortunately, before he could continue teasing the other person...

"Alcohol-- Waaaaa XX, I got rejected again."

A figure suddenly appeared from the side, rushed straight to Wuma Xiu, wrapped his arms around his waist, buried his face in his shoulder, and cried incessantly.

The crying wasn't loud, but it was continuous, like a spring drizzle, dripping wetly down, showing no sign of stopping.

Wuma Xiu looked down at the god who had suddenly appeared.

It is Love God.

Did he remember the last time the other person was facing his Red Thread, solemnly reciting the Mind-Cleansing Mantra?

Oh, right.

Seven years have passed since that That Matter.

"Ai, what's wrong? Who rejected you?"

Wuma Xiu raised his hand and placed it on Love God's head, gently smoothing the other's slightly messy hair with his five fingers.

He didn't ask what the word "again" meant in "rejected again".

Some things are better left unasked.

And just by listening to the way she cried, you could tell it wasn't the first time.

Love God raised her head, and on her delicate face were two bright tear tracks. Her eyes were red and swollen like two peaches, with undried teardrops still clinging to her eyelashes, and a thin layer of pink on the tip of her nose.

"Wine, Goddess of Beauty, that's so mean."

Love God sniffed and began to complain to God of Wine about a certain god.