Imagining Things

"Yes, yes, our Asura God is so majestic."

The Goddess of Beauty smiled and accepted the pile of fragments, Divine Power to piece the fragments of Dark Night back together, one by one.

In a short while, the Dark Night returned to normal.

Upon hearing the words "Asura God," the gun in the reborn Dark Night trembled violently.

It never expected that the opponent would be the Asura God, who had killed countless Evil Gods and whose fearsome reputation resounded throughout the Age of the Gods.

And it just said that the other party was weak and frail, that the other party was suitable for warming the bed, and even told the other party to wash up and go to the Goddess of Beauty's Palace.

Thinking about it this way, dying once would be a light punishment.

At this moment, Dark Night looked at his older brother with eyes full of admiration.

--As expected, your brother is still your brother.

It had previously thought its brother hadn't been doing very well over the years.

It's from the same furnace as it, after all.

A dignified marksman, yet he doesn't even have a single Gemstone on him, completely bare, how pathetic.

Unexpectedly, the other party's master was that vicious and ruthless demon.

The gun trembled in the Dark Night, and images involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Its brother was bounced around by the Asura God every day, his body covered in cracks, but he dared not cry.

His brother followed the Asura God every day, risking his life and fighting those ferocious Evil Gods, his gun covered in wounds...

No wonder his brother didn't break after being flicked with a finger and could recover quickly. It's all thanks to being beaten, worn down, and forced into it.

The more I imagine it in the Dark Night, the more my heart aches.

Dark Night: "Brother, you've really suffered these past years. When we get back, I'll give you half of my treasured Gemstone —no, seventy percent."

Dark Night: "What color do you like? I have Dark Star Purple, Styx Blue, Abyss Red... and a very rare Obsidian Gold, it would definitely look good with your gun."

--It's tragic, his brother is really too tragic.

Spear stared blankly at his younger brother's tearful appearance, wondering what he was imagining.

However, Spear didn't think about it carefully.

The other party's words had terrified it to death, making it practically fuming.

As for why it could withstand several flicks of the Asura God's fingers without shattering and could quickly regenerate?

Please, count how many Evil Gods its owner has killed and nailed to the ground with it over the years, okay?

It has been bathed in Divine Blood countless times, and the gun body has long been tempered to be indestructible. Ordinary Divine Power is like a tickle to it.

In addition, although its owner verbally scolded it for being useless, he often used Divine Power to nurture it, and over time its recovery speed became many times faster than other guns.

Its owner is the best owner in the world.

His brother simply didn't understand.

There are many people in this world who are stubborn in words but soft in heart.

And its owner is a prime example.

"You're really something."

The Goddess of Beauty lifted Dark Night in front of her, flicked the tip of its Spear Tip with her finger, and said:

"He's the Asura God, someone even your god can't defeat. You've got some nerve, daring to let him come to the Goddess of Beauty's Palace cleaned up. Have you been corrupted by those Clan Leaders at the Goddess of Beauty's Palace lately?"

The Goddess of Beauty didn't need to think too much to guess what the tribal Clan Leader who were lingering in the Goddess of Beauty's Palace would do to the Dark Night.

They'd probably all surround it, frantically displaying their charm, and then spouting nonsense like, "Can I serve you tonight?", "Put a good word for me in front of the Goddess of Beauty," and "Look at my muscles, wouldn't the Goddess of Beauty like them?"

Dark Night was immersed in the group of Clan Leaders with ulterior motives, and through constant exposure, he learned nothing good but picked up all the bad habits.

The Dark Night trembled in the Goddess of Beauty.

The entire gun seemed to want to shrink itself into a toothpick.

It really didn't dare to do it again.

It will definitely stay far away from those Clan Leaders from now on and never listen to their nonsense again.

Meanwhile, Mo and Si Lin, who had been silent all along, had initially harbored some hostility towards each other.

One felt the other had defiled the Holy Spear, while the other felt the other had inexplicably tried to ambush them.

But now, after experiencing a series of explosive scenes, the two have somehow ended up leaning against each other, their posture even showing a hint of mutual appreciation and intimacy.

Although they couldn't understand the specific words spoken by their respective Spears, they had all spent so many years with their own spears that they could still deduce the general meaning from the movements of the spears.

However, all this shock was completely washed away by the joy of the arrival of the Asura God and the Goddess of Beauty.

Mo couldn't take his eyes off the Asura God the moment he appeared. His Sapphire Blue eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, and the Divine Blood within him surged and boiled in his veins.

Every time the Asura God appears, he looks the same.

No matter how calm and composed one is on ordinary days, they all crumble before the Asura God, leaving only the purest joy and reverence.

Si Lin's gaze remained fixed on the Goddess of Beauty.

Seven years have passed; he hasn't seen the Goddess of Beauty in person for a full seven years. She still looks as stunning as ever, every inch of her is exactly as he remembers her.

But he is no longer the person he used to be.

He has grown two centimeters taller than he did seven years ago.

Although it's not much, at least he's growing, and he'll grow even faster in a few years. When the Goddess of Beauty sees him all grown up, will she think he's different from before?

At least they won't say he's still too young.

With this stubborn thought in mind, Si Lin straightened his back.

The Asura Clan had been watching from afar, but relaxed after realizing that their Clan Leader had not engaged in combat with the other side.

Then, their Creation Lord descended.

When the Asura Clan members, who had undergone a month of hellish training, saw that white-haired, red-eyed figure appear in the Starry Sky, the entire clan shuddered and then rushed towards him in a frenzy.

Fly faster, fly even faster.

What if we're too slow, and the Creation Lord runs away again?

The entire Asura Clan declared that they were no longer the useless bunch who would think their heads were going to split open if they were flicked on the forehead.

Having been baptized by the Divine Blood of the Creation Lord, they are now unharmed even if lightly tapped by the Holy Spear.

In other words, they are now also Asura Clan can withstand a flick of the Creation Lord's finger without dying.

They mentally gave themselves a thumbs up as they flew towards the Asura God, laughing wildly.

As for why the Asura Clan would take pride in such a trivial goal as "catching a finger snap"?

Then we have to mention the phrase that the Asura God most often said when he first met them.

"Useless trash, you can't even catch a flick of This Venerable finger."

These words caused profound and lasting psychological damage to the Asura Clan, but they also became their greatest motivation to strive for self-improvement.

The arrival of the Asura Clan instantly reminded the Asura God of that month.

His life rarely saw moments of such helplessness.

That month was torture for him.

He couldn't fight them; these useless guys were ridiculously weak, and they'd be gone if he used even a little force.

The Asura God said that he had been a dominant force in the Age of the Gods for countless years and had never played such a low-level game before.