The System Courting Death
The Godslayer had no idea why the Asura God had sought him out.
But whatever it may be, he is not the kind of god who is timid.
He tried to pull out the Spear stuck at his feet.
But the other party suddenly pulled him out and flew directly into the Asura God's Temple.
The Spear seemed to say that it had no desire to be grasped by the Godslayer.
After all, the other party had previously inflicted considerable pain on it; it was already quite generous of it not to have stabbed the other party in the back.
Although it couldn't hit the other side even when it tried.
The Godslayer entered the newly renovated Asura God's Temple.
As soon as he entered, he saw the other person casually sitting on a Bluestone beside the Clear Pool.
Two soaking wet "drowned rats" were floundering in the pool.
These two things are not important.
The Godslayer averted his gaze from the two obstructive objects and instantly appeared beside the Asura God.
"What is it?" he asked.
Could it be that she has finally come to her senses and is willing to leave with him?
Godslayer thought this, a glimmer of anticipation rose in his heart.
Even now, he still doesn't think the side of the Evil Gods is suitable for the Asura God.
The environment on the side of the Righteous Gods is more stable. With the strength of the Asura God, he would only be more at ease here than he is now.
The other party must have paid a heavy price and suffered a lot in order to gain a foothold among these Evil Gods and adapt to the dog-eat-dog world here.
The more the Godslayer thought about it, the more skewed it became. His mind had automatically filled in a whole script of "the Asura God enduring humiliation and struggling to survive among the Evil Gods," so skewed that even some unspeakable being couldn't help but want to correct him.
[They're having a great time here; it's always others who suffer. When has the Asura God ever been at a disadvantage?]
Something strange seemed to have just flown by.
The Godslayer shook off the inexplicable sense of unease in his mind and turned his gaze back to the Asura God.
"This Venerable summoned you here to discuss some serious matters."
Wuma Xiu took out a flask of wine, flicked the flask lightly with his fingertip, and the lid flew off on its own.
A refreshing aroma of wine wafted through the air.
He tilted his head back and took a swig, then tossed the wine jug to the other man.
The Godslayer sat down on the Bluestone opposite him, his long sword resting across his lap. He took the wine jug, tilted his head back, and took a sip, his tone softening slightly compared to before:
"It will be all right."
"In recent years, there has been constant friction between Righteous Gods and Evil Gods."
Wuma Xiu got straight to the point.
"Although This Venerable have little interest in these trivial matters, since I am in this position, I must do something. This Venerable would like to establish some boundaries between us."
"Anyone who crosses the line, whether righteous or evil, will be dealt with personally by This Venerable."
"Can."
The Godslayer was very satisfied with the Asura God's suggestion.
"In that case, take a look at this first."
Wuma Xiu casually tossed a long roll of paper to the other party.
The scroll landed in the hands of the Godslayer. When unfolded, it was a full ten meters long, and it was covered with tiny, handwriting, clearly the contents of which had been painstakingly compiled.
The Godslayer hadn't even read the contents yet; just a glance at the dense text made him feel dizzy.
He glanced at the other person out of the corner of his eye, thinking:
I never expected the other party to have such intentions. It seems I should make some changes myself.
The Godslayer had clearly misunderstood; this wasn't written by Wuma Xiu.
He doesn't have the time or the need.
As Asura God, he has always adhered to one principle.
I will never write down what I can do by hand, and I will never do what I can delegate to others.
This document was naturally written by Su Qingci, but only under duress.
Wuma Xiu felt that the other party had become increasingly audacious lately.
Doesn't he like to write?
Aren't you always carrying around notebooks taking notes of this and that?
Let him write as much as he wants.
However, this time the content was something serious that someone forced me to write, scrutinizing every word and sentence.
It's no longer the sentimental content of the past.
Now, let's talk about what our system, Su Qingci, is doing right now.
He was tied to a chair, with a television in front of him displaying a series of words on a loop.
Those words and sounds had been repeated countless times before Su Qingci's eyes and in her ears.
He stared blankly at the few dozen large characters on the screen.
The whole system is like a salted fish that has been forcibly injected with righteous energy.
"Host, please come back! I was wrong, okay?"
Su Qingci wailed in the empty System Space.
He's just a system that produces content out of love, what's wrong with that?
He wrote those things purely out of his love for the pairing.
As for those readers who have strange ideas about his works.
--How can you blame him?
It's clearly those readers who have "malicious intentions" and are harboring wild thoughts; what does it have to do with this innocent little system?
However, Wuma Xiu clearly doesn't think so.
Su Qingci was tormented for quite a while by those dozens of words filled with righteous energy.
A red background with gold lettering scrolls in a loop before your eyes.
The sound of recitation, powerful and resonant, rose and fell in my ears.
Su Qingci felt that if she listened any longer, she would instantly become a Buddha and ascend to heaven.
However, he never expected that one day he would be able to enjoy the same treatment as the Great Sage.
He had truly experienced the effects of being bound by a tight headband.
However, this did not stump the clever boy.
Su Qingci around, and a plan came to her mind.
He secretly changed his skin with a single click, instantly shrinking his entire appearance into a Stickman with thin arms and legs.
Because the Stickman was too small, he was able to escape the "forced love" of the rope in an instant.
Su Qingci, with her two thin, thread-like legs, ran out of the rope circle, then changed her clothes again with a single click, regaining her human-like appearance.
Su Qingci turned off the television immediately.
The screen went black with a snap, and the world fell silent.
Su Qingci's lips curled into a dangerous smile.
As a master, he decided to take revenge on his heartless and ungrateful host.
So Su Qingci immediately opened the document, and inspiration flowed like a spring, making her pen move with divine inspiration.
Before long, a lengthy new work was completed, with its title prominently displayed.
-- "The Sickly Asura God and His Frenzied Subordinate".