The Leader of the Evil Gods

The Evil God reached out his hand, but paused in mid-air.

He frowned slightly, looking at the god slumped in a ball before him, and was at a loss for what to do.

Help?

Where should I help myself?

Arm? Shoulder? Or waist?

His gaze swept over the Goddess of Beauty.

Finally, the Evil God gave up thinking, simply bent down, stretched out his arms, and pulled the other person into his embrace, picking him up in one go.

The Goddess of Beauty didn't stand on ceremony and naturally wrapped her arms around the Evil God's waist, burying her face in his chest.

That's how the scene described earlier came about.

The Evil God felt that this was probably one of the few happiest moments in his long divine life.

His hand was currently resting loosely on the other person's lower back, hesitant to apply force yet unwilling to let go, hovering there in a dilemma, caught between two options.

As the saying goes, "evil arises from boldness," and the Evil God still placed his hand on it. At the same time, the Evil God could feel a scalding heat rising uncontrollably upwards.

First it burned his neck, then it spread to his ears.

They hugged quietly for a long time, and the Evil God's Adam's apple bobbed as he finally tried to say something.

However, before he could speak, he suddenly turned his head.

The face that had just been flushed with a faint blush instantly darkened, replaced by its usual coldness.

"... I just remembered I have some urgent matters to attend to. I'm sorry I can't stay with you. I might be away for a long time. You can stay here as long as you like."

The Evil God withdrew his gaze, looked down at the person in his arms, and spoke with a hint of suppressed reluctance. After speaking, he placed the Goddess of Beauty on his bed covered with a dark brocade quilt.

The next moment, his figure vanished.

The Goddess of Beauty, propped up on her arms, lay on her side on the wide bed, her long hair spread out on the dark pillow. She gazed in the direction where the Evil God had disappeared, her tone nonchalant:

"Flowing Cloud, do you know what E went to do?"

The Flowing Clouds floated to and fro in the sky, their soft bodies swaying from side to side. It tore off a wisp of cloud and, in a crooked gesture, wrote a few large characters in the air:

--God, I don't know.

"Really?" The Goddess of Beauty lay on her side on the bed, resting her chin on her hand, and looked at it with a smile. "Where are the bribes you received before? Let me see them."

The Flowing Cloud visibly stiffened, then covered its fluffy body with two wisps of cloud, looking just like a miser desperately guarding his pocket.

Despite trying to cover itself, its body obediently floated towards the Goddess of Beauty.

--Waaah, what can I do? This is its own god. If it doesn't pamper it, there are plenty of other gods lining up to do so. Besides, its own god is so picky, it might not even look at its meager treasure.

Drifting to the bedside, Flowing Cloud hesitated before releasing her cloud-like wisps, as if she had made a great decision and was ready to obediently hand over the little treasure she had hidden away.

"Alright, alright, look at you, I don't know who you take after. You're so possessive of your food, yet you're eagerly bringing it to me."

The Goddess of Beauty looked at its pitiful appearance, clearly reluctant yet stubbornly trying to get closer, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, reaching out to push the soft, fluffy cloud away.

"I'm going to take a nap first. How about this, you go to Yue's place. I felt something was off about E's behavior earlier. If anything happens, have him look after you."

The Goddess of Beauty removed her hand from supporting her head, lay down on the bed, and closed her eyes.

The Flowing Cloud floated by the bed, swaying left and right. Seeing that its own goddess's breathing was gradually stabilizing, it carefully plucked a small corner of cloud and draped it over the Goddess of Beauty's waist.

Then it drifted away.

The Evil God sped along, its figure like a black lightning bolt slicing through the sky, until it flew countless miles away from the Evil God Palace before suddenly stopping its momentum.

He stood suspended in mid-air, his gaze sweeping warily across the vast Sea of Stars around him.

--This should work.

This airspace was desolate enough, far enough from his palace, and far enough from the Goddess of Beauty...

He thought to himself, as long as we don't start a war there, as long as the other side isn't affected, that's fine.

The Evil God had only paused for a moment, and before the surging air around him had even calmed down, a figure appeared beside him, moving with such speed that it sent chills down one's spine.

"Evil God, do you think you can shake This Venerable off?"

Wuma Xiu, with his white hair and red eyes, stood with his hands behind his back.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a long sword appeared in his hand. The blade was narrow and gleaming with a cold light, reflecting off his long, white hair, exuding a murderous aura.

The Evil God looked at Wuma Xiu, the Gods who controlled Disaster and Fear. Logically speaking, there was nothing or no one in this world that could make him feel "fear".

Fear is what he has bestowed upon all living beings.

But the other party only said that one sentence, and the tone wasn't even particularly aggressive. A chilling sense of despair awakened within him, climbing up his spine inch by inch.

That was a long time ago, long before he met the Goddess of Beauty.

At that time, the Evil God was in high spirits, running rampant and unrestrained. Wherever he went, disaster followed like a shadow, and fear took root everywhere.

That day, as he was patrolling and sowing seeds of panic, he unexpectedly encountered a figure.

A white-haired, red-eyed Evil God, dragging a jet -Pitch-Black Spear, strode out from the mountain of corpses and sea of blood. Wherever he passed, blood mist surged like waves, and the Killing Intent was so thick that it almost solidified, dyeing the sky a dark scarlet.

The Evil God, watching from afar the other party's arrogant and haughty demeanor, felt an indescribable irritation, and a nameless anger surged to his head.

What kind of temper does he have?

How could I tolerate such arrogance from others in front of me?

Without saying a word, the Evil God charged forward.

Result...

When he opened his eyes, he didn't know how much time had passed. He was the only one around him, collapsed amidst the ruins.

The white-haired, red-eyed figure had vanished.

That was the moment when the nightmare of all Evil Gods began.

I heard that after that, the other party seemed to have found some extremely interesting pastime, and spent his days beating up all sorts of Evil Gods, not letting any of them go and not showing any mercy.

Today we'll beat those in the east so badly they'll run away in terror, and tomorrow we'll chase those in the west to the ends of the earth, leaving the entire Evil God circle in chaos and utter despair.

Just as the Evil Gods were trembling with fear, speculating that this person was probably a ruthless character sent by the Righteous Gods to deal with them, the other party did something that left all the gods speechless.

He leaped up and sat in the top seat of the Evil God Faction, becoming the Chief Evil Gods.

It was only at that moment that the Evil Gods belatedly realized that the previous brutal beating was not a conflict between good and evil at all, but simply a way for them to be beaten into submission so that they could rightfully take over.

From then on, they became each other's subordinates.

It's absurd, really. Despite serving under the same banner, none of these Evil Gods knew what kind of god their leader actually was.

No god dared to ask.

During that period, the Evil God gods were almost obedient, each of them concealing their claws and tucking their tails between their legs and acting like gods.

It is said that some Evil Gods, unable to withstand the pressure, simply defected to the side of the Righteous Gods. They even started vying to do good deeds every day, feeling that helping old ladies cross the street was not enough to accumulate merit.