Hopeless

God of Wine, carrying the jar of newly brewed wine he had Li Clan, excitedly embarked on his journey to find his confidant.

He held the wine jar in his arms, and even his steps were filled with a sense of joy.

A thought was swirling in his mind.

Although he now has a son, his close friends are still more important. His son is an unexpected joy, while his close friends are the most important people in his heart. He can tell which of the two is more important.

So, after spending three days with Li Xisheng from the Li Clan, he left.

However, this jar of wine was only brewed for three days.

The time was too short, far from enough for the wine to settle and develop its proper richness and mellowness.

But God of Wine was in no hurry, because he already had a plan in mind.

This is something we can only ask the Omnipotent Time.

God of Wine took his wine to find the other party.

Although the other party agreed, their expression remained gloomy until he was about to leave.

God of Wine, of course, noticed.

He wasn't blind, nor was he so oblivious as to not notice the other person's displeasure.

However, after learning that the God of Fate had visited not long ago, he understood the reason.

I see.

God of Wine's eyes narrowed slightly.

That wretched God of Fate actually took advantage of his absence to bully his family.

What exactly did the other person say and do during the few days he was away that made Shi show such an expression?

A picture of a little man appeared in God of Wine's mind.

She silently shed tears when she was bullied, while the little God of Fate stood with his hands on his hips, laughing loudly.

As a friend, his failure to be there for the other person in a crucial moment was a serious dereliction of duty.

After promising, "If you encounter something like this again, be sure to let me know, and I'll back you up," God of Wine saw that the gloomy expression on the face of the God of Time had finally eased a bit, like a corner of a rain cloud being blown away by the wind, revealing a sliver of light underneath.

God of Wine smiled, patted the other person's shoulder, and then turned and left, satisfied.

When he sees his confidant later, he'll definitely embellish the story.

God of Fate: Sometimes, even when I haven't done anything, a huge black pot is always shoved onto my head.

God of Time: Don't blame me, I didn't do anything either.

As God of Wine walked along, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, finding even the passing clouds exceptionally pleasing to the eye.

I'm in such a great mood today, it's almost overflowing.

When he met his close friend later, he first took out this jar of wine, put it on the table, and then showed off his son.

Hehehe, I'm so envious of him.

The main selling point is something I have that you don't.

It's perfectly normal that the Goddess of Beauty isn't in the Goddess of Beauty's Palace.

After all, his confidante was even more restless than he was.

Thinking about it this way, it's not without reason that they became close friends.

The Goddess of Beauty and the God of Wine do indeed resemble each other.

One likes to use his beauty to seduce others, while the other likes to use alcohol to make friends. In a way, they do seem quite similar.

After flying for half a day, God of Wine finally arrived at a planet called Hot Spring Star.

In an open-air hot spring, he saw that familiar figure leaning against the edge of the pool, arms outstretched on the shore, head tilted back slightly, eyes closed.

In short, he looked like he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

God of Wine stood on the shore and watched for a while, then he curled the corners of his mouth, put down his wine jar, took two steps back, took a running start—sprinted—jumped—and landed with a "plop" in the waters next to Goddess of Beauty.

Water splashed everywhere, and a water curtain more than a meter high poured down on the Goddess of Beauty.

However, the splashes of water were blocked the moment they approached the Goddess of Beauty.

Goddess of Beauty turned her head to look at God of Wine, who was emerging from the water.

God of Wine emerged, dripping wet, his hair plastered to his forehead, water droplets running down his chin, his bright eyes blinking, laughing carefree.

The Goddess of Beauty looked at him for a while, then suddenly reached out and pulled him to her side, gathering a few strands of wet hair that were scattered on his face with her fingertips and tucking them behind his ears.

"It's all because of yourself, how come you're so outstanding?"

The Goddess of Beauty said with emotion.

At that moment, he seemed to understand the Moon God.

Could it be that the other person harbors the same kind of benevolent affection for God of Wine that he does now?

"There's nothing I can do about it; that's just my personality."

God of Wine bubbled and gurgled.

Then, he sank a little deeper into the water, leaving only his eyes above the surface, and bowed towards the Goddess of Beauty.

"And you should thank me. I'm the one who led you down the path of pranks."

Goddess of Beauty, who had been leaning against the pool wall, idly splashing the water with her fingertips, paused upon hearing this. She turned her head to look at God of Wine's face, which seemed to scream "Praise me!"

"Oh?"

He responded slowly.

Then, the Goddess of Beauty pushed herself up from the water, water droplets sliding down her shoulders and neck. She pulled up her collar, her fingertips pinching the thin fabric, and tugged it outwards, revealing her well-defined Collarbone and shoulder hollows.

"Or should I be your guide this time?"

Anyone else in that situation would probably have blushed and their heart would have raced.

However, God of Wine looked at him for a few moments, his gaze sliding from his exposed Collarbone down to his shoulder line, and then he narrowed his eyes slightly.

It was as if something had ignited a competitive spirit within him.

Suddenly, God of Wine also stood up, splashing water everywhere. He reached out and ripped off his shirt, tossing it casually onto the shore. Then, he puffed out his chest at Goddess of Beauty, displaying what he considered to be a flawless physique.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, smooth lines...

"How is it? Is it okay?"

Seeing his expression, Goddess of Beauty patted God of Wine on the shoulder and said, "You are truly outstanding."

Speechless. Utterly speechless.

"Nature."

The God of Wine felt praised and was very happy. With a wave of his hand, the jar of wine on the shore flew into his hand.

He lifted the wine jar, raised it towards the Goddess of Beauty, and said:

"This was specially brewed for you. Hot springs and fine wine, it's just the right time."

"Why doesn't this seem like a 'Reunion'?"

The Goddess of Beauty took the wine jar, her eyes fixed on the God of Wine.

A cold sweat broke out on God of Wine's forehead.

He immediately forced a smile and stubbornly said, "What 'Reunion'? I've never heard of that."

God of Wine stated that he firmly denies it.

As long as he stubbornly denies it, surely his close friend can't pry him open his mouth?

Suddenly, an audio file started playing.

"... I admit I said that. But that was because I saw him after you entrusted 'Reunion' to the Goddess of Beauty..."

The smile on God of Wine's face froze.

He recalled the video of God of Fate had scattered seeds everywhere like seeds.

God of Fate.

"And have you forgotten what our relationship is?"

The Goddess of Beauty delivered another critical hit.

God of Wine looked up and down repeatedly. At that moment, two words were flashing through his mind.

[Finished.]

However, God of Wine has experienced this situation before.

Is it just a matter of signing a series of unequal treaties to extort a large sum of money from him?

"Tell me, what do you want?"

God of Wine feigned composure, picked up his glass, took a sip, and tried to use the alcohol to mask his bleeding heart.

The Goddess of Beauty was indeed completely unreserved.

He leaned against the edge of the pool and read out the lines one by one.

As he recounted each and every incident, God of Wine's vision blurred, and he felt as if his divine life was being dismantled piece by piece.

By the time Goddess of Beauty finished reciting, God of Wine's face had puffed up like a steamed bun.

"Are you done talking?"

Having been forced to agree to a host of conditions, God of Wine spoke slowly.

Even the light in his eyes when he looked at Goddess of Beauty had faded.

The Goddess of Beauty had just nodded when, in the next second, the God of Wine pounced like a cat that had been gathering its strength.

He clung to the Goddess of Beauty, his hands on her neck, though not with force, just loosely resting on her.

"My dearest friend, I at least brought you a gift when we met this time. Where's your gift? I can't find it!"

God of Wine launched his attack with righteous indignation.

As a close friend, how could I let him, a god, unilaterally send me gifts? Wouldn't that be pure freeloading?

Don't be a freeloader!

The Goddess of Beauty was hanging on him, and he wasn't in a hurry to push her away.

He lowered his eyes, looking at the face so close to his, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke:

"A gift? I've never given a gift to anyone before."

As the Goddess of Beauty, he only ever accepted gifts.

"However, for your sake, I'll make an exception and send you one."

Goddess of Beauty kissed God of Wine on the cheek.

God of Wine paused for a moment, then released one hand, raised it to wipe the spot where he had been kissed, and said with a hint of disgust:

"You call this a gift? Then next time I see my friends, I'll just give them a kiss too."

Goddess of Beauty reached out and pulled God of Wine off her, helping him to his feet, and said earnestly:

"I advise you not to. If you actually kiss, some of the gods will go berserk, and you can't beat them. Wouldn't that be just throwing yourself away for free?"

"Just a kiss," God of Wine waved his hand dismissively. "My friends won't go berserk and beat me up. By the way, this jar is called 'Encounter'."

He had thought of this name a long time ago.

The Goddess of Beauty pursed her lips in disdain, her beautiful eyes filled with criticism. She shook her head and said:

"No way. Since we've already had a 'Reunion,' what I'm being given shouldn't be a 'Encounter.'"

The Goddess of Beauty loves things that are unique.

He doesn't want anything that isn't the best.

He doesn't want anything that isn't unique.

Because he truly believes that only something unique deserves someone as unique as himself.

"In that case, you'll have to come up with the name yourself."

God of Wine drifts with the current...

The Goddess of Beauty picked up the jar of wine and poured herself a cup.

He looked down at the glass of wine, then glanced at the God of Wine floating on the water, and suddenly a smile curved his lips. He said:

Let's call this wine 'Hopeless'.

A tribute to a Hopeless devoted friend.

After all, he's really naive; he completely misses the point. It seems his confidant is truly Hopeless.

The name I came up with for this wine is absolutely brilliant.

But on second thought, the most pitiful ones are probably those who love their own kindred spirits and gods.

It's truly tragic, but there's nothing he can do to help.

The Goddess of Beauty picked up her wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. The sensation of the wine going down her throat made her squint slightly.

"Also, continuing from before, hot springs are best paired with beautiful women."

God of Wine rolled over and sank to the bottom of the water.

He ignored the Goddess of Beauty and just kept bubbling away.

His confidant is a narcissist, and you are the Hopeless.

I've decided to ignore you for even a second.