What's Your Relationship?

Yang Zhi's gaze fell on the carcasses of those Beasts.

Recently, for some unknown reason, these Beasts have appeared on many planets, and they appear in large groups. Moreover, their actions seem to be controlled by someone behind the scenes.

Able to control Beasts...

Yang Zhi had some guesses in his mind, and he asked again:

"Casualties."

The Major immediately replied, "One hundred and twenty people were lightly wounded, thirty-nine were seriously wounded, and no one died."

Yang Zhi nodded slightly.

In his mind, this number was already a barely passing grade.

It could be better, it should be better.

They initially used overwhelming firepower, but some Beast went berserk in the process.

Yang Zhi turned around, her military boots crunching softly on the scorched ground.

"Fall back."

The Major General accepted the order and left.

Yang Zhi took a few steps. At this moment, everyone else was in the distance, some cleaning up the battlefield, others forming ranks. No one paid any attention to this place.

He suddenly stopped, took a small pocket Pocket Watch out of his pocket, pressed it with his fingertip, and the watch cover popped open, revealing a photograph.

There are two people in the photo.

That picture is a photograph of the Goddess of Beauty and the Moon God taken back then.

He spent seven years proving to the world that those chosen by the Moon God were no Goddess of Beauty.

"Wow--"

A strange voice suddenly rang out from beside him, so close it seemed to be speaking right next to his ear.

What is your relationship with the god in this photo?

Yang Zhi's pupils contracted slightly.

He snapped his fingers together, the watch cover clicked shut, and the Pocket Watch was quickly stuffed back into the pocket close to his heart.

At the same time, his right hand was already on the hilt of the long sword at his waist.

When did this person come into his life?

He didn't notice at all.

With his current perception, not even the flapping of a mosquito's wings could escape his ears within a hundred meters, but this person... this person seemed to have appeared out of thin air, without a sound or a trace.

I was careless.

No, perhaps this person's strength is unfathomable.

Yang Zhi flicked her wrist, ready to draw her knife.

A hand pressed down on his hand, nipping his movement in the bud just before he could draw the blade. The blade was only half an inch from the scabbard before it could no longer move.

"Don't draw your sword. I'm so weak, you'll kill me."

Yang Zhi raised her head and met a pair of smiling eyes.

Those eyes were beautiful; they were looking at him with a gentle curve, containing not a trace of hostility, but rather a hint of curiosity.

A long knife cannot be pulled out from Yang Zhi.

The hand pressed against the back of his hand, and no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge.

A thought flashed through his mind.

If this is what you call weak, then there are hardly any strong people in this world.

Yang Zhi raised her head and asked, "May I ask who you are?"

"I was just passing by."

The man looked at him with a smile, but the curiosity in his eyes couldn't be hidden, and he asked again:

"So, what is your relationship with them?"

[Host, this is Yang Zhi. Don't you recognize him?]

The system's voice rang in Wuma Xiu's consciousness.

Will its host develop Dissociative Identity while impersonating someone else?

No, after this persona is finished, it must allow the host to rest and transition for a while.

From the system's perspective, even cattle and horses aren't as awesome as its host. It wants its host to have a holiday!

Wuma Xiu clicked his tongue inwardly.

[Master, I am the God of Wine, I have no idea Yang Zhi.]

The system gasped several times.

Sure enough, the success of this the 999th Host was without reason. It had guided so many hosts, seen those who lay down and gave up, and... but it had never seen one who, while acting, actually started to think of itself as the This Venerable.

That's really professional.

The system silently gave its host a thumbs up in its mind, then quieted down and stopped talking.

Yang Zhi did not sense any hostility from the other party.

The hand that had been on the back of his hand had been released and withdrawn. He stared at that smiling face for a few moments; there was indeed no malice in those eyes, just... curiosity.

Pure curiosity, like a child seeing an unfamiliar flower by the roadside and asking, "What's this?"

Yang Zhi relaxed, and her hand on the knife handle loosened.

However, he did not remove his hand from the hilt of the knife.

"I am a follower of the Moon God Goddess."

When Yang Zhi said this, she was exceptionally devout, in no way inferior to Fanatic.

Wuma Xiu nodded and said:

"So you're a follower of the Moon God. I thought you were also one of my confidante's suitors."

God of Wine always seemed to be surrounded by things related to Goddess of Beauty, and over time, he had developed a preconceived notion about it.

When I see someone staring at a picture of the Goddess of Beauty, my first thought is, "Another suitor."

After hearing this, Yang Zhi felt as if she had learned something extraordinary.

The confidant of Goddess of Beauty, isn't that God of Wine?

How did he know about this?

It all started with a Star Network account.

This Star Network account is extraordinary; it's the account of the Goddess of Beauty, the first Gods in history to register an account on the Star Network.

No one knew why the Goddess of Beauty suddenly became interested in mortals' internet; everyone just rushed to click the "follow" button.

And the Goddess of Beauty certainly did not disappoint in the face of such a massive amount of attention.

The other party posts things on it every day.

Sometimes it's a picture, like a temple in the morning mist or a long river at dusk.

Sometimes it's a short passage, just a few words, bland and uninteresting, like fragmented thoughts jotted down casually.

More often than not, it's just a few words related to a certain Gods.

So much so that those who follow this account every day are not just the Goddess of Beauty's followers, believers, and admirers...

There is another group of people.

They were Theologians.

Those old scholars who have spent their entire lives immersed in Theology epics, those researchers who have read every Divine Canon until the edges are worn, those scholars who can argue for decades over the meaning of a single word... now they sit under the Goddess of Beauty's account every day, waiting for every new update.

After all, how could ancient books, copied and translated countless times, and revised and altered by countless hands, possibly be more accurate than what a Gods himself says?

A living Gods, everything he says is more authoritative than any ancient text.

However, if you were to ask him why a staunch believer in the Moon God would pay attention to the Goddess of Beauty?

Two lines of tears silently streamed down Yang Zhi's face.

Because his Gods hadn't registered a Star Network account at all, and rarely even left the Moon God Palace. The only place he could occasionally see his Gods was through the Goddess of Beauty's account.

Wuma Xiu looked at him, extended his finger, and muttered something:

"Something seems amiss. I heard that my confidant previously took a liking to two people, sent blessings to one of them, and even personally held Coronation Ceremony for the other. Not only that, he also has a whole host of protected races. Fire also has a bunch of Demigod sons, and my confidant's friend, the Moon God, is not only a Goddess of Beauty with brothers, but also has a Retainer Race, and she's also taken a liking to someone..."

"Why does it seem like everyone's eyeing someone? I have nothing, it feels like I'm losing out? Maybe I should find a son too? But who should I choose? Ideally, someone talented..."

He chanted for a long time; if you didn't listen carefully, you'd think he was reciting some obscure incantation.