Extra: The God of Fate and the Goddess of Beauty (Part Two) [Gift bonus chapter]

Thus, the God of Fate glimpsed the Fate of God of Wine.

At first, he was very resistant.

But as he learned more, he always felt that something was off.

But it just can't be found.

The God of Fate, defiantly examining the Fates of other Gods associated with God of Wine, then seized upon a problem.

It seems there's something about God of Wine.

But he just couldn't find out.

However, unlike the time with the Goddess of Beauty, this time perhaps Fate couldn't bear to watch anymore and gave him guidance, leading him to find the God of Time.

Harboring a purpose unknown to the gods, the God of Fate mixed in a little personal agenda, wanting to use the God of Time to obtain the jar of wine called "Reunion".

However, it failed.

It's all the fault of the God of Time, that love-struck fool.

The God of Fate thought, however, that in terms of the overall outcome, it wasn't exactly a failure.

Not long after, once again out of some shady motive, the God of Fate did something rather dishonorable.

He deliberately chose a day, a day when Love God would confess his love to the Goddess of Beauty, and appeared before Goddess of Beauty precisely on time.

He admitted that he did it on purpose.

Upon seeing Love God again, the God of Fate couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. In truth, his entanglement with the Goddess of Beauty was inextricably linked to Love God.

If it weren't for Love God, he wouldn't have repeatedly tried to pry into the Fate of the Goddess of Beauty, nor would he have unknowingly devoted his entire heart to her through his daily gaze.

In a sense, Love God could be considered half a matchmaker for him.

But so what?

The God of Fate remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he understood perfectly well what was going on.

A matchmaker is a matchmaker, but there is only one Goddess of Beauty.

He remembered this favor, but God would never yield.

When the Goddess of Beauty met the God of Fate, he thought of that video.

When mortals watch that video, they can't see the face of the god present, but he is a god and sees everything clearly.

God of Wine was, after all, his close friend and confidant, and they shared a deep and compatible temperament.

Now, the God of Fate has actually bullied his confidant, standing right in front of him as if nothing had happened.

The Goddess of Beauty wouldn't pretend not to see this.

He briefly assessed the situation that was about to unfold.

Once things start to escalate, they can become quite unseemly, so it's best to avoid doing so with other deities.

So the Goddess of Beauty glanced at the God of Fate and said:

"Come with me."

Without a word, the God of Fate followed.

However, in the eyes of Love God, this scene was as if the hateful God of Fate had appeared and the god he loved had gone with the other.

He thought back to the words he had spoken to the God of Fate, and wished he could go back in time and strangle his past self.

I told you to say it, I told you to say it.

Now look what's happened, the god you liked has gone with someone else!

The God of Fate and the Goddess of Beauty arrived in a place devoid of gods.

The Goddess of Beauty stopped and turned around.

Even though he had already made up his mind to seek justice for his friend, he still asked a question before taking action to avoid any misunderstanding. He spoke politely:

"God of Fate, are you targeting God of Wine?"

He had expected the other party to offer at least a few words of rebuttal.

To everyone's surprise, the God of Fate was extremely honest and, without batting an eye, recounted everything he had done.

Before he could finish speaking, a crisp slap landed on his face.

To be honest, the Goddess of Beauty's slap was initially just a test.

He even hesitated slightly for a moment when he raised his hand, and reduced the force a bit, thinking that the other person should at least turn to the side to avoid it.

But God of Fate had other plans.

Not only did he not dodge, he even came forward to meet him.

That slap landed squarely.

The Goddess of Beauty was stunned for a moment, and before she could process this unexpected event, something even more surprising happened.

After being struck, the God of Fate straightened up and stood still, staring at him without moving, her expression seemingly saying, "Try again."

The Goddess of Beauty withdrew her hand.

He has no obligation to satisfy any particular fetish of the other party.

However, after this experience, he also realized that this God of Fate was probably not some law-abiding and proper Gods at heart.

It happened before too; I'd inexplicably appear in front of him and ask a bunch of nonsensical questions.

Instead of continuing this entanglement, it's better to make a clean break.

So the Goddess of Beauty proposed a deal:

He made a promise to the God of Fate, in exchange for which the other party was forbidden from ever causing trouble for his confidant, the god of God of Wine again.

The God of Fate listened without the slightest hesitation.

"Good."

He agreed very readily, as if he had been waiting for these words for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, he stated his conditions.

"I want to be able to see you all the time. Also, don't call me the God of Fate. You can call me..."

He hesitated for a moment, then slightly looked away, his voice unconsciously lowering a few decibels.

"... life."

After uttering that word, the God of Fate suddenly felt his ears burning. The thought of the Goddess of Beauty calling him "Fate" made his heart skip a beat, and a shyness he had never felt before quietly crept into his heart.

What would it sound like if that word came out of the Goddess of Beauty's mouth? Just thinking about it made him feel overwhelmed.

"I have only one condition, and I will only grant you one request. You can only choose between the former and the latter."

The Goddess of Beauty took in the subtle blush on the face of the God of Fate, remaining outwardly calm but inwardly understanding.

This God of Fate harbored such thoughts about himself.

He suddenly felt a mischievous urge for revenge.

His confidante, who had bullied him, shamelessly approached him again, even suggesting things like "meeting often" and calling him "by fate"... Since the other party dared to push their luck like this, he shouldn't blame him for giving her a little retaliatory treatment.

"I have only one condition, and I will only grant you one request. You can only choose between the former and the latter."

As soon as the Goddess of Beauty finished speaking, she was pleased to see the expression on the face of the God of Fate change instantly.

The secret joy and anticipation that had just been there still lingered in the corners of her eyes and brows, but the next second she froze, her brows furrowing slightly.

The Goddess of Beauty watched him calmly, neither urging nor rushing him, simply waiting.

In the end, God of Fate chose the one they met frequently.

After all, how can he develop a relationship if they hardly ever see each other?

Exclusive reveal:

Before the story began, there was a heated vote.

Author: "I didn't originally intend to write this, but after seeing some readers say they wanted to read the story of the God of Fate and the Goddess of Beauty, I decided to write a bit about it."

Love God was the first to jump out, his eyes wide open.

"Author, this is no reason for you to keep bashing me. Don't you like me anymore? ᔦ ° ꒳ ° ᔨ ̖́-?"

Author: "Sorry, I still prefer my readers ʕ ◦`꒳´◦ʔ."

God of Wine, who had been relatively inconspicuous throughout the story, suddenly produced a sign from somewhere, held it high above his head, and wore a bright, gossipy smile.

"I totally agree! It's so interesting (◦˙▽˙◦)."

The sign had four large characters written on it.

--"Support whipping the dead".

The God of Time unconditionally supported the God of Wine and voted in favor.

The Goddess of Beauty of beauty, who was just passing by, paused, glanced at the battle, and said with a slight smile:

"Write it, why don't you write it?"

The Moon God goddess was dragged out by the Goddess of Beauty to watch the spectacle with him.

"Casual."

The God of Fate cleared his throat, his expression becoming extremely serious, and said:

"Ahem, I think it's okay to write that."

However, his inner thoughts were quite different.

--Hurry, hurry, everyone look over here! ₊⁺♡‎₊⁺!

--Show me right now!

The voting results were then released.

Love God stood alone on the side of "opposition," the wind blowing through his clothes, making him appear particularly desolate.

After the author finished writing and numerous readers completed their reviews, for Love God, the situation was beyond repair.

Love God asked God of Wine for hundreds of jars of wine.

He wanted to get these readers drunk one by one, making them forget every word and every sentence they had read.

Clutching the wine jar, he strode confidently towards the crowd of readers.

Then...

He found himself unable to select that group of readers.

And so, a world with only one wounded god was born.

Love God, clutching a full jar of wine, crouched in a corner and began to weep.

"Waaaaah XX, Author, why am I so miserable? I'm the Love God, shouldn't I be loved by everyone and even by gods?"

His voice was mournful and plaintive, and the two lines of clear tears on his excessively delicate face truly made him a pitiful sight.

The author's gaze darted around as he explained:

"I'm sorry, but I ultimately chose the Goddess of Beauty you. Otherwise, you would truly be loved by everyone, even the gods."

Love God's weeping paused for a moment, then grew louder.