Just a Little Payback

The Evil God who survived the attack of the Asura God that day held Flowing Cloud in his arms, his face flushed red, even his ears burning.

I wasn't angry, I was happy.

"Was it really beauty that led you to seek out the Moon God?"

The Evil God asked again.

Flowing Cloud lazily rolled over in his arms, and the entire cloud slowly changed from its original pure white color to emerald green, which meant...

--Yes, it was God who sent me.

The Evil God's mood instantly became even more wonderful.

However, as he laughed, he suddenly remembered the words of the Asura God: "Your Divine Power is indeed not as strong as it used to be."

The Evil God's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, which twitched twice.

His Divine Power is indeed not as great as it used to be, but that's all because of his opponent!

He was so badly beaten in that battle that his memory is completely blank.

Later, the Evil God discovered that half of his Divine Core had been shattered and was still missing, impossible to find. His power plummeted, and it took countless years to barely recover to his current state.

Now, not only does the other party not remember, but they also casually mock him.

For a moment, the Evil God didn't know what expression to wear.

Fortunately, the Evil God's face is always shrouded in a dark mist, which is generally imperceptible to other gods.

Now, there was only a Flowing Cloud at the scene, making it even more impossible to see through, so the Evil God simply kept a blank face.

This layer of mist was added by him after he was defeated by the Goddess of Beauty and decided to repent and become a god again.

There's no other reason.

I just felt that his face used to look a bit God of Calamity, so I simply covered it up.

The Evil God returned to his Evil God Palace.

He tiptoed to the bedside and found that the Goddess of Beauty was still asleep.

The Evil God sat down by the bed, his legs bent, leaning against the bedpost, placing Flowing Cloud on his lap, and guarding her.

The Flowing Clouds were also very well-behaved, shrinking into a small ball and even suppressing their usual habit of drifting around.

One day passed, then two days.

On the third day, the Evil God was looking down, seemingly lost in thought, when he suddenly sensed an extremely familiar aura rapidly approaching from afar.

He looked up, and a dark Flowing Light pierced through the layers of divine restrictions of the Evil God Palace and flew to him.

It was a small, broken piece of Divine Core, with jagged edges, clearly Shengsheng off from something.

It was shrouded in a layer of murky, gray air, as if it had fallen into some unclean place.

The Evil God took the small piece of Divine Core into his palm.

It's his, there's no mistake.

The Evil God thought he had long since vanished from the world, but unexpectedly, he was found again.

He first carefully used his Divine Power to peel away and purify the impurities clinging to the Divine Core layer by layer before pressing it back into the gap in the Divine Core within his body.

A sense of wholeness surged up from the depths of his Divine Core.

After some time, the Goddess of Beauty slowly awoke.

He opened his eyes and saw the Evil God, feeling that the other party's aura was much stronger.

How long did I sleep?

"About a month and a half."

The Evil God gave a clear answer.

More than a month after learning about it, the Goddess of Beauty didn't feel anything particularly special, only that this sleep seemed a little strange?

"Ugh, are you alright?"

The Goddess of Beauty noticed that the Evil God's gaze towards him had changed.

It might have been somewhat covert before, but now it's all out in the open.

"It's nothing, I've just figured out a lot."

The Evil God rose, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to speak.

He used to think that God's lifespan was too long, so long that he had plenty of time to wait.

When I become strong enough, when I wash away this calamity and bloodshed, when I am worthy to stand beside the Goddess of Beauty.

But when he faced the Asura God, at the very moment the Spear Tip was pressed against his throat, he truly understood:

Opportunities don't come by waiting; you have to reach out and grab them.

An incompetent god will only let opportunities slip away from him time and time again, comforting himself by saying there will be plenty of time.

Oh, really?

The Goddess of Beauty declared that she was not like those other Old Self, some of whom were as wooden as wood and completely lacking in romantic understanding.

He could clearly feel the aggression emanating from the Evil God, which was many times stronger than before. It was like a ferocious beast determined to pounce on its prey, yet restraining its claws and carefully guarding the bedside, not daring to cross the line.

The Goddess of Beauty raised her hand, placed her fingers on the Evil God's chest, and pushed him down... She lifted the Evil God's chin, leaned down, and blew a breath into his ear.

"Ugh, you..."

Before the Goddess of Beauty could finish speaking, the Evil God could no longer contain himself.

He said that if he could still hold back at this moment, he wouldn't be a male god.

The Evil God wanted to turn the tables and switch places with the Goddess of Beauty.

But no matter how hard he tried, the other party didn't budge.

After struggling for a while, the Evil God lay down.

He recognized the truth.

Unless the Goddess of Beauty herself is willing, he will never be able to suppress her in this lifetime.

So he raised his arm to shield his burning face and said:

"Beautiful, could you...?"

After saying this, the Evil God closed his eyes and covered his face with his arm, but the indescribable thing he had expected did not happen.

He suddenly felt a lightness in his body.

The Evil God moved his arm away and peered through his fingers.

The Goddess of Beauty was already sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him sideways.

"Ugh, that was just... a little revenge on you."

The Goddess of Beauty raised her hand, her fingertips pausing for a moment before the dark mist on the face of the Evil God, and then she lightly tapped it.

"Also, don't cover your face anymore. It's very handsome."

It is said that the Goddess of Beauty has left.

The Evil God lay on the bed for a long time, the Goddess of Beauty's last words playing on repeat in his mind, impossible to stop.

Then he found himself getting hotter and hotter, so hot that even the dark mist could barely cover his flushed face.

He sprang out of bed and rushed out of the Evil God Palace.

The Evil God flew outside, found a random open space, conjured up a whole lake of icy water, and jumped in without saying a word.

The icy lake water washed over his waist, chest, neck, and burning cheeks...

A string of bubbles rose to the surface of the water with a gurgling sound.

The Evil God floating on the icy lake removed the dark mist from his face, and his vicious face, which he saw as utterly wicked, was no longer concealed.

The Evil God had an extremely aggressive bone structure.

His brow bone was prominent, and his two thick, dark eyebrows slanted downwards.

His narrow eyes gleamed with a cold, deep light, and the corners of his eyes turned up, giving him a menacing and oppressive look when he gazed at people.

The corners of her lips naturally droop downwards, and even her jawline is sharp and angular.

The Evil God's appearance was extremely ferocious to him, and he was always worried that being with the Goddess of Beauty would remind her of his former self, so he simply blocked her way.

However, in the eyes of the Goddess of Beauty...

The Evil Gods of the past had a fierce and intimidating aura, yet their facial features were perfectly proportioned. Their malevolence could not conceal their superior appearance; instead, it gave rise to a wild and flamboyant handsomeness—fierce yet flamboyant, handsome yet dazzling.

The Evil God that had been floating on the surface of the icy lake sank to the bottom.

The icy lake water enveloped him completely from head to toe.

Evil God is still Evil God.

Even though he's been pretending to be a docile kitten for so long, his inherent aggressiveness remains unchanged.

The Evil God suddenly remembered the Mind-Cleansing Mantra of the Love God.

The other person said, "This is incredibly effective; it can suppress any distracting thoughts. I've personally tested it and it works."

Perhaps he should go to Love God and ask for the Heart- Mind-Cleansing Mantra.