Side Story: The God of Time and the God of Wine (Part 2)

God of Wine stood there, stunned, and looked down at himself:

He wore a clean Blue Robe, with his beloved Wine Gourd hanging from his waist, and a harmless smile on his face.

He doesn't look creepy.

He's always a lively, boisterous person, surrounded by friends and clinking glasses wherever he goes. So why does he seem like some kind of Jinx to be avoided at all costs when he's in the presence of the God of Time?

God of Wine, unconvinced, tentatively took another half-step, God of Time opposite him immediately moved back more than half a step.

"God of Wine, leave my Temple of Time."

The God of Time waved his sleeve, his tone utterly indifferent.

God of Wine felt a blur before his eyes, and the scenery around him changed rapidly. When he regained his footing, he was already standing outside the gates of the Temple of Time.

The gate to the Temple of Time slammed shut before him, leaving him not even a crack.

God of Wine was dumbfounded.

In all his years, he had always been the one inviting others to drink or others begging him to brew wine; he had never been so decisively turned away by anyone before.

First.

This is truly the first time.

Unable to contain his anger, God of Wine turned and left without saying a word, going straight to his close friend Goddess of Beauty to vent his frustrations.

Upon seeing the Goddess of Beauty, he rushed over and hugged her waist, complaining bitterly:

"... I brought him some good wine to befriend him, but he avoided me like the God of Plagues, and even threw me out of the temple!"

Goddess of Beauty offered him some comforting words, God of Wine poured out his grievances to his confidant, downed a few more sips of wine, and quickly regained his composure. He patted his chest and set a "huge" goal.

He was determined to win over the God of Time and make him a friend.

So, God of Wine once again came to the Temple of Time... and knocked on the door.

Yes, it's knocking on the door.

God of Wine wept to death.

This time, he couldn't even get into the Temple of Time.

Small, broken door!

The God of Time heard the knocking.

He thought the other person would leave on their own after knocking for a while, but he seriously underestimated the persistence of this God of Wine.

The knocking continued incessantly, pausing briefly in between.

He was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when the phone rang again.

This knocking continued for seven days and seven nights.

The God of Time rubbed his temples.

If he continues to refuse to let the other party in, given this momentum, the other party might keep knocking on his door indefinitely.

Although it wasn't a big deal for him, the noise was really too loud. Besides, he had thrown the person out of the temple without saying a word last time, and thinking about it, he had indeed been somewhat rude.

The God of Time opened the door.

Then he saw God of Wine lying comfortably in mid-air, with a soft, fluffy Flowing Cloud beneath him that was clearly lent to him by Goddess of Beauty.

And what kept knocking on his door was actually... Tapping Toy with its hands waving back and forth, mechanically knocking on the door of his temple.

It turns out the other person left midway because they had borrowed these two items.

When the God of Time finally appeared, God of Wine jumped down from the Flowing Clouds, waved goodbye to him, and then turned to greet the God of Time with a bright and open smile.

The God of Time hadn't seen this expression on the faces of any god in a long time, and he commented:

They look easy to bully.

No wonder those gods like to be friends with each other.

After spending so much time with those cunning and shrewd people, who wouldn't want to spend time with someone as simple and honest as this? Just sitting together in silence, looking at each other's expressions, makes you feel much more relaxed.

Seeing that the other party didn't immediately chase him away, God of Wine felt he had a chance and began to speak earnestly:

"Sure, can I call you that? Last time I just wanted to be friends with you, not do anything to you, so don't be afraid. Besides, I'm super weak. If I do anything out of line to you, you can just swat me away."

After God of Wine finished speaking, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

I never imagined that one day I would have to prove to another Gods that I was soft, cute, easy to bully, and completely harmless.

However, he was truly no match for the God of Time; otherwise, after being thrown out the first time, he would have stormed in and seized control of the Temple of Time.

Hmph, if I don't want to see him, then I'll just deliberately hop around where he can see me.

Unfortunately, this is just wishful thinking.

The God of Time didn't see the wine jar in the God of Wine's hands this time, and the aroma of wine emanating from him had also faded considerably, so he relented:

You can call me whatever you like.

The God of Time gave a faint reply. After speaking, he turned and returned to the River of Time.

To him, this was nothing more than a tiny, insignificant ripple in the vast expanse of time.

But to his surprise, God of Wine followed and sat down casually next to him.

The God of Time frowned slightly, but said nothing.

It doesn't matter, he can just ignore it.

He continued to gaze at the ever-flowing river, as if there were just another breath of air beside him.

And what about God of Wine?

He has his own plans.

Hehe, based on his rich experience in making friends, the type of person like the God of Time, who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, is most afraid of being pestered and pleaded with.

If he just hangs out every now and then, over time, the other person will eventually be won over and become his obedient friend.

Thus began God of Wine's long plan of "sitting with" Dionysus.

Whenever I have free River of Time, do nothing but sit quietly next to the God of Time, occasionally mutter a few words, occasionally take a sip of wine, and occasionally lean against a rock and take a nap.

The God of Time ignored him, and he was not annoyed.

Sure enough, centuries later, after God of Wine's persistent and persistent pleading, the God of Time finally relented and acquiesced to the friendship.

This was the first time in the God of Time's long divine life that he had spent so much time with a Gods and met him so many times.

The other party would come every few days, a frequency that he found unbelievable at one point.

But as time went on, he gradually got used to having this guy in the Blue Robe and with the Wine Gourd by his side, got used to the faint aroma of wine, and got used to the trivial and pointless chatter.

Sometimes, when God of Wine doesn't come, the River of Time become exceptionally quiet. He has enjoyed that quietness alone for countless millennia, and should have grown accustomed to it, but now, for no apparent reason, a vague and inexplicable emptiness has arisen within him.

Even his eyebrows and eyes seemed a bit colder than usual.

According to the previous pattern, God of Wine should arrive today.

The God of Time sat by the riverbank and waited for an entire day.

The river flowed as before, but God of Wine did not appear.

A month later, God of Wine suddenly appeared out of nowhere, waving at him with a beaming smile:

"Here I am, have you missed me?"

The God of Time pursed his lips and did not answer.

He figured it out.

The other person met up with other friends and spent a whole month having a great time with them.

Before we became friends, I would eagerly come and pester him every few days. Now that we're friends, it's a different story; we barely see each other once a month.

The God of Time couldn't quite describe the feeling of this disparity; he simply felt a strange unease deep within his heart.

Then one day, the God of Time discovered that the God of Fate was trying to spy on his Fate.

He stopped the spy.

The God of Fate has overstepped his bounds.

The God of Time was supposed to meet with the God of Fate to give him a face-to-face warning, but he caught a glimpse of the Fate that the God of Fate had just glimpsed.

--In the future, he will fall in love with God of Wine.