Better to Rely on Yourself Than Ask Others for Help

"Alcohol, you're hopeless."

The Goddess of Beauty couldn't resist any longer and started talking while drinking.

A second had passed since God of Wine decided to ignore Goddess of Beauty. He said that since he was so magnanimous, he would forgive her.

Only a short while had passed, God of Wine had already completely forgotten what had just happened. He asked curiously:

Why? Doesn't it taste good?

My confidant just named this wine "Hopeless," could it be that he wasn't referring to me, but rather that the wine tastes awful?

But this time, he broke his principles by tasting it beforehand for his close friend, so it should have perfectly suited her taste.

"What I mean is, you're clueless."

The Goddess of Beauty set down her wine glass and gently traced a circle on the rim with her fingertip.

"A breakthrough? What's wrong with me?"

"Let me tell you, many gods are heartbroken these days, and they all come to me for comfort! Do you know how skilled I am at comforting people?"

God of Wine spoke with great enthusiasm, but then he suddenly remembered something, pulled out a book, and held it up to Goddess of Beauty:

"Putting everything else aside, I recently reread my own System's works, and I feel incredibly powerful now. The writing style, the plot, the character development... wow, I've figured out all the tricks of love in this world."

The Goddess of Beauty glanced at him, took the book, and casually flipped through it. His gaze swept over a few lines of the pages, then, as if he had seen something he already knew, he closed the book expressionlessly and tossed it aside.

He has indeed seen it.

"It's a pity no god likes me, otherwise I could prove to you what a master of love really is."

God of Wine put the book away and then said:

"I can even play Red Thread now."

The Goddess of Beauty paused slightly in the hand holding the wine glass.

He raised his hand, ruffled the other person's hair, pressed his palm against the soft, still damp hair, and said gently:

"Be good, listen to me, don't help him."

Even if I went, I don't know what major accident might happen.

God of Wine squinted as he rubbed his eyes.

When God of Wine said that no god liked him, Goddess of Beauty had already sentenced him to death in her heart.

Goddess of Beauty: I've decided to sentence you to prison with your wife.

As for Love God, let's congratulate him; with the "help" of Goddess of Beauty, he successfully escaped a calamity.

"My dearest..." God of Wine suddenly leaned in and grabbed Goddess of Beauty's arm, his eyes large and bright, glistening with moisture. "There's one more thing. You remember the God of Fate, right? That guy is absolutely despicable! Next time you see him, you must help me get revenge."

When asking for a favor, one should naturally have the right attitude.

Some people dislike asking for favors, saying things like "it's better to rely on yourself than on others," but God of Wine is different; he has no such concerns.

Isn't he practically begging Old Self for help?

Seeking redress from oneself is such a natural and righteous thing.

Goddess of Beauty was shaken a few times by him, her arm around his, and she almost spilled the wine in her hand. He God of Wine down into Dionysus's bright eyes, as if trying to discern whether she was truly wronged or simply looking for a reason to make things difficult for the God of Fate.

But he couldn't be bothered to investigate further, no matter which one it was.

"Okay, I understand." He changed the subject, "But, you've been bullied by the God of Fate again? Didn't he promise me he wouldn't cause you any trouble?"

When the Goddess of Beauty said this, there was a hint of suspicion in her tone.

He remembered that the God of Fate had indeed made that promise.

When it comes to "keeping their word," there's never anything to criticize.

God of Wine blinked, his expression shifting from aggrieved to guilty, and then from guilty to self-righteous:

"He... he didn't cause me any trouble, but he bullied Shi! Bullying my best friend is no different from bullying me."

"All right."

Seeing his appearance, the Goddess of Beauty agreed.

A strange god, an Old Self.

Is there even a need to consider who to choose?

"Hehe, you're so kind."

God of Wine released Goddess of Beauty's hand and began to drift in the hot spring, completely ignoring the beautiful woman beside him.

Suddenly

I have a son.

As God of Wine drifted along, he suddenly uttered these words.

"Puff--"

The Goddess of Beauty spat out that mouthful of wine.

He raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his finger, his eyes widening in a rare display of surprise as he stared at God of Wine, his expression filled with shock that screamed, "Say that again!"

"How did you get here? Who slept with you? Or did you go to see the God of Life?"

In the eyes of the Goddess of Beauty, her confidante was like a three-year-old child who could walk, talk, and feed herself.

But there are some things he always felt he needed someone to be there to watch over him.

Now, upon suddenly hearing the words "I have a son," his first thought was:

Which shameless god slept with his own Old Self while he was away?

God of Wine floats on the water, limbs outstretched like a leaf drifting with the current, eyes gazing upwards, a look of leisure on his face.

Hearing the Goddess of Beauty's rapid-fire questions, he slowly turned his head, glanced at Goddess of Beauty, and then chuckled twice.

"Nobody sleeps with me. I took a liking to someone, imbued him with Divine Power, and he became my son. How about that, impressive, right?"

The Goddess of Beauty paused for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief, picked up her wine glass again, and took a sip to calm her nerves.

Thankfully, it wasn't what he thought.

He silently recited a sentence in his heart.

There was another reason that truly relaxed the Goddess of Beauty.

After all, if God of Wine really was slept with by someone so confusedly, given their relationship, wouldn't that be tantamount to the other person sleeping with him?

That won't do.

This must never happen.

In his mind, he's the one who gets to sleep with others; there's no reason for others to sleep with him.

Not to mention that he slept with his confidante, which was a grave taboo for him.

Goddess of Beauty looked up at Dionysus, who was still floating on the water, completely unaware of the God of Wine that had raged within his confidant, and suddenly felt a mixture of amusement and helplessness.

He reached out and stirred the water, drawing God of Wine back to the surface.

"Alright, stop floating around. Come here and tell me about your newly born son."

God of Wine began to introduce Li Xisheng to Goddess of Beauty, but the more Athena listened, the more her lips twitched.

Halfway through the conversation, the Goddess of Beauty interrupted the other person, saying:

"Well, why don't you introduce your time?"

God of Wine was puzzled, but since it was Goddess of Beauty's request, he naturally agreed.

Then he began to speak at length about the God of Time.

However, the conversation only went halfway through.

The Goddess of Beauty interrupted him again, saying, "Try another one."

He came to soak in the hot springs, not to eat dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).

God of Wine blinked, somewhat puzzled, but since it was Goddess of Beauty's request, he naturally agreed.

So he immediately changed the subject and began to introduce God of Fire.

However, before he could even begin to speak, the Goddess of Beauty interrupted him again, "Let's choose another one."

God of Wine paused, wondering why he had to change things again.

However, since the Goddess of Beauty is his confidante and Old Self, who else would he pamper if not him?

So God of Wine began to speak of another god, and then the next, and the next.

He changed them one after another.

When he mentioned Love God, God of Wine subconsciously glanced at his confidant.

The Goddess of Beauty, holding her wine glass, made no attempt to interrupt.

OK.

God of Wine silently made a note of it in his mind.

This time, I wasn't interrupted.

Hearing this, the Goddess of Beauty thought she would finally be free from being fed dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), and her affection for the Love God skyrocketed.

Love God: Wow, thanks to the wine for its divine intervention.