Unconscious for the Third Time

This feeling caused Wuma Xiu to hallucinate about the system.

Originally, he genuinely hadn't paid any attention to that book.

After all, with only himself in the room, who would have time to notice a small book on the table?

But the sound was so loud, like someone was shouting "Don't look, don't look, don't look!" in his ear, which only piqued his curiosity.

Wuma Xiu glanced over out of the corner of his eye and caught a glimpse of some of the contents on the open page.

Um...

Wuma Xiu's gaze paused for a moment, then he casually looked away. It's normal for a hot-blooded young man to look at these things; it's nothing serious.

Of course, being caught red-handed like that must be very embarrassing.

He should just pretend he didn't see it and save the child some face.

Thinking of this, Wuma Xiu withdrew his gaze and pointed to the bed, saying:

"Go lie down there first, it will hurt a lot later, just bear with it."

As he said this, his mind was still focused on the process of injecting Divine Power.

After all, this was his first time doing something like this, and the recipient of Divine Power needed to remain relaxed, which might cause some discomfort.

But he had no experience with exactly how painful it was.

However, these words took on a completely different meaning when they Li Xisheng's ears.

Li Xisheng's ears turned bright red instantly.

The red color spread from the tips of his ears to the base of his ears at an alarming speed, then burned down his neck, even his fingertips began to burn. He froze on the spot, the plot of the novel in his mind exploding like fireworks.

Lying down, it hurts a lot, just bear with it...

These words, strung together, wove an overly vivid picture in his mind, which had been steeped in various literary works.

Li Xisheng's gaze wandered, sometimes looking at the ceiling, sometimes at the floor.

He felt like his whole body was steaming.

Finally, like a puppet on strings, he stiffly moved to the edge of the bed and lay down straight.

His hands were folded over his abdomen, his posture as perfect as a corpse awaiting burial.

However, his face was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

Come, God, please have no mercy on him.

He can do it.

Li Xisheng closed his eyes, then opened them, then closed them again, and finally simply closed them completely.

Wuma Xiu tilted his head in confusion as he looked at him with an air of self-sacrifice.

This child... why is he lying there like he's going to the execution ground?

However, what followed seemed no different to him than going to the execution ground.

"The inheritance of Divine Power is extremely painful. Can you endure it?"

Wuma Xiu's voice came from above.

Li Xisheng lay there with his eyes tightly closed, his ears filled with the pounding of his own restless heartbeat, each beat like a drum, making his eardrums tingle.

He didn't hear what God was saying at all, only a few words, and nodded vigorously.

"I can."

"Okay, I'll begin."

Wuma Xiu placed his palm on his forehead.

A warm power seeped into Li Xisheng's body from his palm.

Li Xisheng initially tensed up, waiting for certain "indescribable" sensations to descend.

But the next second...

Pain.

It really hurts.

It was far more painful than any injury he had ever sustained while practicing with his sword; the pain was so intense that he couldn't even scream.

He then understood.

It turns out it was all a misunderstanding on his part.

After an unknown amount of time, the pain finally subsided.

Li Xisheng opened his eyes groggily, his vision still blurry. He could only see a blurry face close to his, its beautiful eyes filled with joy, as if it had just accomplished something very satisfying.

Then he heard the other person's voice.

"Son, you're awake."

Those two words struck Li Xisheng like a thunderbolt.

Son.

Li Xisheng's eyes widened.

The string that had just been barely tied in his mind snapped again with a "snap".

It must be a dream.

He desperately told himself to close his eyes, then open them again, and there was still that smiling face before him, still those eyes that held the stars.

He pinched himself hard again, the pain making him gasp, and then he realized with despair that he wasn't dreaming.

"God, I..."

"Call me Father."

Wuma Xiu replied with a smile, his tone full of anticipation.

Li Xisheng was ultimately unable to utter a single word.

His vision went black, and he passed out.

An hour later, he slowly woke up.

He had just opened his eyes when he heard that familiar voice ring out again, filled with anticipation:

"Call me Father."

Li Xisheng's vision went black again, and he fainted once more.

Wuma Xiu sat on the edge of the bed, tilting his head as he looked at Li Xisheng, who had fallen into a coma for the third time, and frowned in confusion.

All he wanted to hear was the word "father."

Why does the other person faint upon hearing this? Could it be a side effect of the Divine Power inheritance?

But he had never heard of Divine Power inheritance causing someone to faint upon hearing the word "father".

Wuma Xiu reached out and poked Li Xisheng's cheek; the touch was warm and soft.

He thought about it and decided to wait another hour.

I don't believe he won't wake up.

When Li Xisheng slowly awoke for the third time, his eyes were no longer unfocused, and his consciousness returned from the daze of being "struck by lightning again and again".

He stared at the ceiling for a while, then turned to look at Wuma Xiu, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling and waiting for him.

"Son..."

"God, may you call me 'Sheng'er'? Also, could you explain what just happened to me in more detail?"

Li Xisheng quickly interrupted him.

Wuma Xiu blinked, nodded readily, and began to explain.

After hearing this, Li Xisheng felt a great sense of relief; thankfully, it was just Divine Power inheritance.

If it were truly Divine Blood inheritance, he would have been reduced to dust.

Li Xisheng felt that at this moment, everything around him became bright and beautiful.

Wuma Xiu flipped his palm, and two photos appeared out of thin air in his hand, which he handed to Li Xisheng.

"Keep an eye on these two."

He then briefly explained the whole story.

Li Xisheng listened quietly, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two photos, etching those two faces into his memory.

He will definitely be better than those two!

Because of the expectations of his own god, a raging fire was ignited in Li Xisheng's heart.

Finally, Wuma Xiu mentioned one thing:

"By the way, you're now Demigod. You can go to the God of Wine Palace freely, but there's one thing to be careful about. Even though you're only Demigod, you're still a god. The lifespan of humans and gods is different. You might not be used to it now; sometimes you'll sleep for years."

He stopped there.

Li Xisheng remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

He certainly understood what that meant.

His family, his friends, everything he knew... would slowly pass away before his eyes.

He has embarked on a completely different path from them.

This is a gift, but also a heavy price that he needs to slowly digest over the long years.