It Used to Follow the High-Cool System Setup

The Clan Leaders of the Moonlight Clan throughout the generations.

Each had once been the one closest to the gods, uniquely blessed, a favored child of heaven.

But ever since the day of the Twilight of the Gods.

They no longer were.

From then on, all that remained was an empty wait.

Waiting for a hope that might arrive, no one knew when.

They waited and waited, until their bodies turned back into moonlight and their souls scattered back to heaven and earth, but still it never came.

In the end, it never came after all.

From the Twilight of the Gods to the present interstellar era, only the current Clan Leader of the Moonlight Clan, Yuexi, had been blessed with luck.

His wait had ended.

Unfortunately, the trouble was.

At this very moment, he knew absolutely nothing about it. He was wholly occupied with something else: threatening the Star-Moon Bow and the Star-Moon Arrow.

But those two were tight-lipped.

No matter how he threatened or intimidated them, he couldn't pry their mouths open even a crack.

The Star-Moon Bow and the Star-Moon Arrow knew perfectly well:

If we let you pry our mouths open, we'll take your surname.

From then on, we'll change our names to Yueyue Bow and Yueyue Arrow.

Then another thought struck them:

Huh? Those names... actually sound pretty nice? Maybe the god would even give us another pat because of them.

Yuexi finally couldn't hold himself back.

For the first time ever, he took the initiative to contact the Moonlight Clan members he had sent out to exterminate the Zerg outside Canghai Star.

But the only response was dead silence. There was nothing, not even an echo.

Yuexi was silent for a long while before taking out a small notebook, his face expressionless.

He opened it and was just about to write when his hand stopped.

Yuexi looked down, and the little flame of anger in his heart was instantly doused by a basin of warm water. This was the notebook he had filled with his longing for the god, writing in it every day without fail since childhood.

Ever since he was a child, he had finished handling clan affairs each night, walked alone through the Stone Pillar Cluster, then returned to sit at his desk and write, word by word, by the light of the moon.

By rights, a notebook this small should have run out of space long ago.

But don't forget.

This was an age when science and theology went hand in hand.

The notebook was still the same notebook.

Yet its pages could never be exhausted, like an endless longing that could never be poured out enough to fill them.

Yuexi didn't rush to switch notebooks. Starting from the page he had just opened, he looked back one page at a time. The handwriting changed from childish to steady, like a winding river flowing from the distant past all the way to tonight.

After reading for a while.

He closed the notebook and set it aside, then turned his gaze to the Star-Moon Bow and the Star-Moon Arrow beside him.

"Are you two going to talk or not?"

The Star-Moon Bow and the Star-Moon Arrow didn't budge, their mouths harder than thousand-year-old cold iron.

Yuexi manhandled them for quite a while longer, but still couldn't pry their mouths open.

Fine.

Then they could wait each other out.

Yuexi took out a brand-new notebook and opened it to the first page.

[Today, the Vanguard Squad failed to answer the Clan Leader's inquiry. Unless something unexpected happened, one major demerit shall be recorded.]

To be honest, this was the interstellar age. Who still wrote with a pen these days?

A thought was enough to make words appear, and failing that, there was always voice input, but Yuexi insisted on doing otherwise.

He liked the scratch of a pen on paper, liked the moment the ink spread, as though pressing what was in his heart into the page.

This was the first time he had recorded a demerit for the Vanguard Squad.

Nothing like this had ever happened before. He knew how efficient those people were.

Every time, they acted swiftly and decisively, never making him worry in the slightest.

And that was precisely why, after he had bought this notebook while he was at it, not even a crease had been made in it from cover to cover.

Today was an exception.

Yuexi closed the notebook, put down his pen, rubbed the cover with his fingers, and then stood up.

He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Perhaps he should make the trip himself.

The Moonlight Clan members, who had been patted into bliss, finally felt the reason that had deserted them for so long slowly return.

It was like a phone that had spent too long in a dead zone suddenly reconnecting to the network.

Ding, ding, dong! Messages flooded in.

In the Mental Network, an inquiry from their Clan Leader drifted in, carrying a "warm" touch.

Its tone was gentle and courteous.

But between the lines, it was written all over: "You'd better give me an explanation."

Vanguard Squad: ㅍㅅㅍ.

Vanguard Squad: We're doomed.

The snapped string in their heads twanged back into place. At that moment, they finally remembered the matter they had completely forgotten.

Right, they had been given strict orders this time to kill the one who had dared blaspheme the god.

Yue Rushui clenched his teeth and tried to struggle to his feet from this Sweetheart Bay, so sweet it could almost drown a person.

But the moment his eyes met Wuma Xiu's.

He struggled.

For a full 0.0000...1 seconds.

Then he lay back down.

Even so, he had to tell the god what had happened.

Yue Rushui spoke, his voice tinged with a guilty lack of confidence. "God, we came out this time on the Clan Leader's orders... to kill someone who dared blaspheme you."

"Blaspheme?"

"Yes." Yue Rushui nodded. "According to the information sent by the clan, that person once openly... in this Star Region..."

He abruptly faltered, as though something had tripped up his tongue.

His whole body froze.

Wait.

This Star Region. The god.

Then wouldn't that be...

"That's right, it's me."

Wuma Xiu smiled at him.

But naturally, the Moonlight Clan wouldn't have noticed when he said his own name, so the problem should have come from those few people.

Hearing this, the Moonlight Clan members swiftly drew their respective weapons, turned their blades around, and held them against their own necks.

They had actually wanted to...

Damn it!

No one could hurt the god.

Not even they themselves.

"Don't move."

As Wuma Xiu's voice fell, it was as though an invisible hand in the air had pinned every blade in place in an instant.

"This wasn't your fault."

"No, we can't..."

"I absolve you of your sins."

Wuma Xiu hadn't expected that a single sentence from him would bring the thousands of people before him straight to tears.

Sure enough, no matter how much time passed, he still felt that the power his status as a god had over his followers was too great.

But who was the happiest right now?

Besides the Moonlight Clan members, there was one other.

The system.

At that moment, it was holding two glittering cheer sticks, bouncing up and down and shouting in Wuma Xiu's mind.

Then its host unilaterally muted it.

It was too noisy.

The reason the system was so happy was simple: the Moonlight Clan members seemed not to have noticed at all that their host was no genuine Moon God, but an impostor wearing a Moon God Shell.

Hahaha! We survived by keeping a low profile again!

Hahaha! I got another day of life for free!

Host, go! Go! Charge!

Seeing this, probably no one would have guessed that when this system left the factory, its default settings had followed the aloof and cool route.

High-Cool System Setup. Ever heard of it?