Please forgive my rudeness

After that, Wuma Xiu created a brand new character in the game called "Domain of the Gods".

He paused for a long time in the blank character name field before finally typing three words: Asura God.

Not for any other reason than to commemorate his grandfather.

He still remembers his grandfather's dreams of protecting the country when he was young.

He also remembered that his grandfather's greatest idol was the legendary Jade-Faced Asura.

Grandpa once said that it was truly unyielding, the sharpest knife in a chaotic world, and the strongest shield protecting the people.

At that time, Wuma Xiu was extremely bloodthirsty.

Especially when he encounters Evil Gods who slaughter indiscriminately and treat human life as worthless while traversing the game, an uncontrollable surge of rage wells up in his heart.

In Wuma Xiu's eyes at that time, those Evil Gods who wantonly killed were no different from the invaders his grandfather talked about who deserved to be torn to pieces.

Since they are beasts, they don't need to be treated like humans.

Oh, right, they weren't human to begin with.

So Wuma Xiu killed them one by one, showing no mercy with each strike of his blade. During that time, as he slew more and more Evil Gods, his strength grew stronger and stronger.

However, the Killing Intent emanating from the Asura God grew stronger and stronger.

Later, the game system finally couldn't stand it anymore and suddenly popped up a message:

[Dear user, please do not kill Evil Gods indiscriminately. Although these NPCs can regenerate later, it takes a huge amount of time and resources.]

They won't let me kill him.

Wuma Xiu stared at that line of text for a long time, his Killing Intent Shengsheng back by this jarring system message.

Okay, so you won't let me kill you?

--Then let's beat them up.

From then on, whenever any Evil God dared to linger in front of him, Wuma Xiu would beat them up without hesitation.

Wuma Xiu rose from the depths of his memories.

A very faint, thin layer of moisture flashed across his scarlet eyes, only to be instantly covered by a cold, stern expression.

He turned his head, and where his gaze fell, a figure appeared in what had previously been an empty space.

The other person wore an exquisite and eerie little crown made of blood-red thorns, with sharp spikes on it, but a jet-black Gemstone was set in the very center.

His eyes were extremely unusual.

One is amber gold, and the other is mercury blue.

His clothes were extremely conservative, with the collar tightly closed, not even an inch of his neck was exposed. The layers of fabric did not make him look bulky at all, but instead gave off a sense of asceticism.

"Lord Asura God, it really is you! It's been so long!"

The God of Desire spoke, his voice carrying an indescribable allure. The newcomer was none other than the God of Desire, recognized by all the Evil Gods as one of the two most powerful arms under the Asura God.

When the word "desire" is heard by others, the first thing that comes to mind might be passionate love and endless romance.

But the Authority of the God of Desire extends far beyond this.

Power, status, wealth, strength, knowledge...

All desires are forms of seeking.

Those unspoken ambitions, the yearnings hidden in his heart, the greed buried deep within... all of them were playthings in his palm.

At this moment, the God of Desire looked at the Asura God, his heterochromatic eyes surging with intense desire without any attempt to conceal it.

That gaze was intense, direct, and naked...

The Asura God glanced back at him for a moment, his expressionless face unchanged.

Then, the God of Desire was sent flying backward.

The Asura God withdrew his fist, his brows revealing not only indifference but also an undisguised disdain.

He had no interest in the God of Desire's gaze, which seemed to want to stick to him, nor in the fact that the god was even in front of him.

Ultimately, he has no interest in men or male idols.

In the distance, the God of Desire stood up, his tone tinged with a hint of regret:

"It's such a pity that I'm dressed so ascetic."

The God of Desire paused for a moment as he adjusted his clothes.

His heterochromatic eyes gazed in the direction of the Asura God, the burning intensity in them not yet completely fading.

In that brief moment, taking advantage of the eye contact, he extended his most hidden tendrils.

That was his specialty as the God of Desire; with just a glance, he could sense even the faintest trace of desire in the other person's heart.

Whether it's lust or destructive desire, no desire can escape his perception.

However, he felt nothing afterward.

The look the Asura God gave him just now showed disgust and impatience, but no desire whatsoever. Even in the instant he punched him away, it seemed he simply felt annoyed.

Amazing, isn't it?

This Asura God, feared and dreaded by all the Deities, had not a single desire in his heart.

He is not greedy for Authority, nor lustful for beauty, nor fond of killing...

It seems that it has no desires.

Among the Evil God, in the eyes of the God of Desire, were filled with lust at a glance, the other party was practically unbelievably pure.

This is precisely why the God of Desire was initially intrigued by the Asura God.

After the Asura God sent the God of Desire flying with a single punch, he did not leave immediately. He remained standing in the same spot, his scarlet eyes coldly fixed on the direction in which the God of Desire had flown, as if waiting for something.

He was indeed waiting.

He knew the God of Desire all too well; if he could be so easily dismissed, he wouldn't be hovering around him anymore.

Sure enough, after only a moment, the space in front of him distorted for a second, and the tightly wrapped figure reappeared.

The God of Desire stood before him once more, his small crown of blood-red thorns crookedly adorning his head.

However, this time he was noticeably more restrained.

The burning desire that had almost overflowed from those heterochromatic eyes, one amber gold and the other mercury blue, had been carefully concealed.

Well, at least that's how it appears on the surface.

"Lord Asura God, congratulations on your return."

The God of Desire bowed slightly, placing one hand on his chest, and performed a respectful salute, his voice restrained.

The bow was performed with perfect decorum, and from his posture to his tone, he looked quite respectable. It was a stark contrast to his earlier infatuated state, where his eyes were burning with desire and he seemed to want to cling to her on the spot.

"Do you have anything else to say? If not, get This Venerable."

Before he finished speaking, the Asura God flipped his hand, and a Spear appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The Spear Tip gleamed with a chilling light; though it wasn't pointed directly at the God of Desire, its unspoken meaning was already crystal clear.

--If you take one more step forward, I'll use you as a target.

Seeing this, the God of Desire wisely raised his hands, palms facing outwards, lowering his posture and speaking with a hint of pleading:

"Lord Asura God, please show mercy!"

The God of Desire, with his heterochromatic eyes, gazed at the Asura God from a safe distance and recited a prepared speech:

"Since you disappeared during the Age of Age of the Gods, I have been the one who has been managing your Asura God's Temple. Over the years, I have never neglected it in the slightest. Please forgive my rudeness today, considering this small amount of hard work."

Suddenly, another figure appeared in the same spot.