The Greatest Regret

Upon hearing this, the Asura God scoffed, the gentle expression that had just appeared on his face vanishing instantly. He glanced sideways at the Evil God, his red eyes filled with disdain, and said:

"Goddess of Beauty This Venerable? How could I possibly like a goddess who poses so coquettishly?"

The Asura God sheathed his longsword, his tone returning to its usual indifference, and said again:

"I find your This Venerable more convincing."

"However, have you wasted these years since you betrayed This Venerable? Your Divine Power is even weaker than before; you're truly a waste."

"Also, never appear before This Venerable again. Otherwise, you will surely die next time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Asura God turned and disappeared.

Just as he turned to leave, a silver-white figure appeared beside the Evil God.

The Evil God paid no heed to the other's remark that "his Divine Power is not what it used to be," still immersed in his resentment.

The Asura God's earlier comment about "posing" had made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

His Goddess of Beauty is not something that others can easily slander.

If the other person hadn't been walking so fast, he would have already thrown a punch.

This might anger the Asura God, but the Evil God doesn't care at all. If he allows someone to humiliate his favorite god because of power, then he doesn't deserve to say "like" or "love."

As the Evil God gritted his teeth, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a silver-white figure appearing out of thin air beside him. Upon seeing who it was, he met those cold, icy eyes, and the Evil God's anger instantly subsided.

--Moon God.

The Moon God first looked him up and down, confirming there were no injuries, then casually glanced around. She withdrew her gaze and asked, her voice as clear and bright as Moonlight:

"Evil God, are you alright?"

The Evil God shook his head. He was indeed unharmed; the other party hadn't even touched a finger of his from beginning to end. However, a question arose in his mind: the Moon God's arrival was far too coincidental.

He had no connection with the Moon God; his only interaction was with the Goddess of Beauty.

"Moon God, did the Goddess of Beauty send you?"

"Yes."

The Moon God gazed in the direction where the Asura God had disappeared.

Although he didn't see the Old Self this time, the other party seemed quite troublesome. However, even if he was difficult to deal with, he wouldn't be crazy enough to attack an Old I man like him.

The Evil God remained standing in the same spot, his expression blank, but his mind was churning with thoughts.

He didn't know why the other person left like that.

A single strike would have been enough to execute this traitor on the spot; for the Asura God, it should have been easier than crushing an ant. Yet, the other party sheathed his sword and turned to leave simply because of that one reason.

This is really unlike the way the Asura God usually acts.

When did that ruthless and decisive Asura God, who couldn't tolerate even a grain of sand in his eyes, become so easy to talk to?

Could it be...?

Hiss--

A thought suddenly popped into his mind, so absurd that even the Evil God himself was startled.

The thought, like a spark, bounced twice on the wasteland of his heart, almost igniting a wildfire. But he immediately shook his head with a smile, a smile tinged with self-mockery and an indescribable strangeness.

How could that be?

How could a cold-blooded and cruel god like the Asura God, who regards all things as worthless, possibly fall in love with another god?

There's nothing more outrageous than this in the world.

He would rather believe that one day the Sun God would make the Sun rise from the west than believe that those scarlet eyes could hold any figure.

"Since you're alright, I'll head back."

Before leaving, the Moon God handed the Flowing Cloud to the other party, asking him to take it back to the Goddess of Beauty.

Wuma Xiu, who had just left, glanced around.

There was no one, and no god.

He frowned.

To be honest, the identity of the Asura God had a deeper impact on him than the combined impact of the Moon God, the Goddess of Beauty, and the God of Wine.

Those three Deities were, in the end, pre-set characters in the game, but the Asura God was different.

The Asura God was not a character he had played in his previous life in the game "Domain of the Gods".

This game has a very unique mechanic.

He was given a precious privilege to create a completely blank character from scratch.

The Asura God was created by Wuma Xiu himself.

He created the Asura God in memory of his grandfather.

That was in a past life.

At that time, Wuma Xiu immersed in a game called "Domain of the Gods".

One day, he suddenly received a message from his father, just a few lines of text, lying coldly on the screen.

--Grandpa passed away.

The news came completely out of the blue.

Wuma Xiu stared at those lines of text for a long time, until the light on the screen gradually dimmed, and only then did tears belatedly fall, one drop at a time, hitting the back of his hand, burning hot.

It was early February.

Previously, Wuma Xiu had been counting down the days, knowing that he would soon be able to go home for the New Year.

The train tickets were already booked, and the suitcase stood neatly in the corner, just waiting for the time to arrive so that I could embark on my journey home and reunite with my grandfather.

He had made a video call to his grandfather a week ago.

Grandpa looked to be in good spirits on the screen, though he seemed to have lost some weight and his hair had turned a bit whiter.

Wuma Xiu smiled and said to the camera:

"When I get back, I'll give you a shoulder massage and a back rub, and we'll play a few rounds of mahjong. This time, you can't say I'm bullying you."

Grandpa responded with a smile.

At that time, Wuma Xiu had already planned out what he would do after returning.

He would massage his grandfather's shoulders and back, listening to the old man complain that his grip wasn't strong enough while also beaming from ear to ear. In the evening, they would sit by the fire, listening to the old man's stories from his youth while playing cards and mahjong together.

When I was little, Grandpa always played cards slowly, and Grandma always had to urge him on. When Grandpa finally slammed that crumpled card onto the table, Wuma Xiu would say:

"Grandpa, you've been holding back for so long, and all you got was a three?"

Back then, his grandfather would punch Wuma Xiu on the head. As a child, Wuma Xiu thought this would continue for a very long time, until one day, devastating news arrived.

His grandmother passed away.

That day was also around February, and Wuma Xiu remembers it being very, very cold. But when his grandmother passed away, the person who was most grief-stricken in the family was not him, but his grandfather.

His grandfather considered following him several times, but in the end, he gave up the idea because he thought of him.

During that time, Wuma Xiu went back to his hometown to be with his grandfather, and even planned to stay there indefinitely. But to his surprise, his grandfather kicked him out, saying:

Go live your own life.

Wuma Xiu knew that his grandfather had guessed what he was thinking, and he also knew that his grandfather was a very proud man.

He then did not insist further.

But even now, this is what Wuma Xiu regrets most.

If he had insisted a little more initially, even if the other party wanted to leave, would they have prevented him from going into the house to sleep at night?

If only he could spend more time with her, if only...

To this day, this remains the biggest regret in Wuma Xiu's life.