He Was Actually a Gacha Unlucky!

The two gods glanced to the side and destroyed the booklet with lightning speed.

They all knelt down.

"Asura God, you've returned! It's been so long! You're as radiant as ever."

God of Desire just keep popping out of my head, without me even knowing what I'm saying.

The God of Lies quickly pulled up the hem of his shirt, revealing the newly engraved scarlet "Xiu" character on his left waist, raised his head and said:

"Lord Asura God, look! This is a new carving I made. Isn't it beautiful?"

He was trying to distract the other person.

The reason why the God of Lies carved words on himself is because language and words have extremely unique meanings to him. He carved the word "xiu" on himself, which means that he belongs to the other person from body to heart.

For him, this was a promise he would never break.

Unfortunately, this profound meaning only holds special significance for the God of Lies himself.

This is meaningless to the Asura God.

And it looks really glaring.

Originally, his anger had subsided considerably after beating up the Evil God, but upon returning, he saw these three guys showing no remorse, and then he noticed the glaring "Cultivation" character on the God of Lies' waist.

The anger that had just subsided erupted again.

"Knock knock--"

On this day, a symphony was played in the Asura God's Temple.

The two gods were defeated by Wuma Xiu fought them from the Main Hall to the back hall, and then from the back hall to the front porch.

The Music God commented on this:

This symphony is characterized by its distinct rhythm, fierce style, and lingering, unforgettable sound.

I can't live like this anymore!

Wuma Xiu thought for a moment, then reached out and lifted Su Qingci up, throwing her back into his body.

It's best not to release this little thing; if it comes out, it'll just get together with those two Evil Gods and cause trouble.

Three people couldn't muster the courage to admit their feelings.

Wuma Xiu opened the lottery pool and took a look; the cards inside had finally been repaired.

After he draws another card, the mess here... no, the matter should be left to Old Self to handle. He should take a break.

Su Qingci covered her face, which had become rounder from being hit, and mumbled incoherently:

"Host, if you want to change your identity, you need to have enough Roleplay Value before you can do so. It's not possible before you have enough."

Since he took on human form, his authority has naturally become far greater than that of the matchstick-like figure he once was.

As for why?

Of course, it took some System Energy, but his system privileges were naturally restored.

The levels and permissions between systems are directly linked to the System Energy they consume. With a cycle of 100 years, the more energy consumed, the higher the level and the greater the permissions.

Last time, because of the "takeout" from the Godhood System, Su Qingci spent about 90 million in one go.

Now that I've reached LV9, I can naturally see more things that I couldn't see before.

In Su Qingci's eyes, his host's disguise as the Asura God was only 71% complete. He brought up the panel, pointed to the bright progress bar, and added:

"Host, your role-playing progress is 29% complete."

"Oh, take another look," Wuma Xiu said dismissively.

Su Qingci rubbed her face with both hands, using System Energy to reduce the redness and swelling that had been caused by the knocking.

He felt a pang of sadness when he realized that his host didn't believe him.

He's a Level 9 system, after all; how could he possibly misread the data?

Su Qingci slowly turned her head and looked back at the System Panel floating in the air, then her entire mouth opened into a perfect circle.

--impossible!

--How could such a thing happen!

On the System Panel, the progress bar for the role of the Asura God had somehow reached its maximum, displaying a bright "100%".

Su Qingci couldn't believe her eyes and slapped herself.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them again.

At that glance, his mouth gaped open even wider.

--No way, it's 0% again!

Under Su Qingci's incredulous gaze, the progress bar seemed to play around, sometimes reaching full and sometimes returning to zero.

Full, zero, full, zero.

Jumping back and forth repeatedly.

It eventually settled at a value that was neither too high nor too low.

At this moment, Su Qingci suddenly remembered the casual remark her host had made earlier.

"This Venerable am the Asura God, the real deal."

At the time, Su Qingci thought the host was teasing him.

But now that I think about it, could it really be true?

Could it be that my host really... really is the Asura God This Venerable?

"Host, could you really be... the This Venerable of the Asura God?"

Su Qingci swallowed hard, her voice trembling slightly.

Besides this explanation, there seems to be no other reason why the progress bar would be treated like a toy in the host's hands.

But how could that be?

The host had previously impersonated other Gods very well, even fooling those gods who were very close to them.

If it were truly the Asura God in his This Venerable, shouldn't the opponent have simply hacked and slashed their way through?

Where does the patience come from to play the role of Moon God, Goddess of Beauty, or God of Wine?

Putting everything else aside, let's talk about God of Wine.

If the Asura God were to play the God of Wine, he would do everything perfectly, from rolling around and acting cute to being charming and adorable.

Su Qingci felt goosebumps all over when she thought about this.

--impossible!

--etc.

A wildly audacious thought suddenly flashed through Su Qingci's mind, so audacious that it sent a shiver down his spine.

Could it be that his own host...

"Looks like you're not too stupid."

Wuma Xiu patiently explained the truth from beginning to end.

After hearing Su Qingci was stunned for a full minute.

Then, he rushed over and hugged Wuma Xiu's leg, and began to wail and cry, his heart breaking.

Wuma Xiu thought he was feeling wronged because he had been deceived for so long, and was about to offer a rare word of comfort.

Then Su Qingci and cried out:

"Host, sob sob-- I'm such an unlucky person! It takes a thousand tries to get the guaranteed big hit, a thousand tries!"

Wuma Xiu swallowed back the words of comfort he was about to say, then pulled the other person off and tossed them onto the Sofa.

He now misses the aloof and arrogant leader he used to be.

Before Su Qingci could even feel aggrieved after being thrown onto the Sofa, he sprang up again. He pounced on Wuma Xiu once more, this time grinning from ear to ear:

"Host, we're a match made in heaven!"

Wuma Xiu reached out and pressed his forehead against Su Qingci's, tearing Su Qingci off him and throwing him back onto the Sofa.

I waited a while longer.

Su Qingci finally snapped out of his euphoria, hugged a cushion, and began to think again.

Suddenly, he narrowed his icy blue eyes suspiciously and asked, "Host, wait a minute, so you were just watching me make a fool of myself the whole time?"

At this moment, Su Qingci recalled the days and nights she had spent huddled in that small Coffin.

Every day I live in constant fear, as if walking on thin ice.

He thought even the legendary "Thin Ice Brother" didn't have his own thin ice.

Fearing that he would fail in his role and be doomed along with him, he then worried that his host Dissociative Identity.

Now the host has told him the truth.

The host of this place is actually... actually these Gods themselves!

No wonder they weren't discovered by the gods before.

Wuma Xiu narrowed his eyes, his tone becoming more serious, and said:

"What, is there a problem?"

Su Qingci looked at the white-haired, red-eyed host, her body trembled, and she shook her head repeatedly, saying:

"No problem, no problem, absolutely no problem."

At this moment, Su Qingci thought: What is Brother Bo Bing? From now on, he will be Brother Congxin.