Head Pat
The saying goes, "With great power comes great responsibility."
"But Commander, that's no reason for you to protect me. I'm just a weakling right now; I might not even be able to beat you."
Wuma Xiu turned his head and looked helplessly at Su Qingci, who was huddled behind him, trembling.
Su Qingci head frantically, her icy blue eyes fixed on the figure in front of her, her voice trembling with fear.
"Host, you don't want your System to disappear, do you?"
"Also, host, didn't you promise me before that you would call me 'Qingci'?"
Wuma Xiu shrugged, pointed in the direction of the Asura God, and said, "Oh, really? But I remember it was clearly the Asura God who agreed, what does it have to do with me, Wuma Xiu?"
Su Qingci's face contorted several times, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly in a disco-like manner.
Finally, he grabbed Wuma Xiu's shoulders and shook him violently.
"Host, even Dissociative Identity wouldn't be this Dissociative Identity! And what do you mean by 'it was clearly the Asura God who agreed'? Aren't all of these things just you? You're just having certain parts of your personality influenced and amplified by them!"
"Really? But didn't you say I Dissociative Identity?"
Wuma Xiu continued to shrug, his face showing complete nonchalance.
As someone whose own system has officially declared me to have Dissociative Identity personality.
He said it was up to him.
Anyway, Wuma Xiu didn't care about such trivial matters.
Besides, he was actually a bit abnormal when he was a child. He didn't have many friends and often talked to himself; talking to himself was a regular occurrence for him.
Back then, he especially enjoyed reading books about multiple personality disorder, thinking it was cool and interesting to have several people in one's head chatting with you anytime, anywhere.
Unfortunately, perhaps Wuma Xiu's will was too strong, or perhaps his life was relatively happy, and there was only one voice in his mind.
"Huh? What?"
Su Qingci widened. He had indeed thought so before, but he only realized his mistake after his host explained the truth to him.
How come their own host is now so openly admitting it?
A string of melodramatic plots she had written over the years flashed through Su Qingci's mind: hosts splitting their personalities to complete missions, seemingly cold on the surface but gentle on the inside, carrying the burden of everything alone...
Then, his nose tingled, and he rushed forward to hug Wuma Xiu, sobbing with tears in his eyes:
"Host, you've really gone Dissociative Identity! No, a vacation, a vacation right now! This time, take a month off and do absolutely nothing!"
His host is so pitiful; for his sake, she actually forced herself into this state.
He is ashamed; he is guilty.
The Asura God had been watching the show from the sidelines, stepped forward.
He was the tallest one present; when he got closer, he was a full head taller than the person in question.
The Asura God lowered his eyes and examined this true form, which was also another Old Self on another level.
The young man in front of me had a fair and well-behaved appearance, with short black hair that was slightly curly.
It's fluffy and soft overall, and looks like it should feel nice to the touch.
With that thought in mind, the Asura God decided not to wrong himself.
He reached out and covered it, running his fingers through the fluffy black hair.
--It's actually quite good, softer than I expected.
"Go easy on me, what if my head falls off?"
Wuma Xiu protected his head with both hands.
He's a complete weakling right now; when the other person rubs his head, he's terrified they might accidentally crush it.
"This Venerable know my limits."
The pressure on the Asura God's hand was noticeably lighter than before.
"Besides, blame yourself for being so short. It's just the right size for This Venerable to touch."
This sentence struck a chord with the deepest pain in the hearts of countless people.
--height.
Wuma Xiu felt as if a cold arrow had pierced right through his heart.
He's a man who's a full 1.8 meters tall, which is quite tall and slender even among ordinary people.
She is at least far superior to Su Qingci in the present day.
As a result, he was actually disliked for being too short in front of this Old Self.
Besides, there's a gap between humans and gods, don't you know that?
Wuma Xiu turned around, angrily placed his hand on Su Qingci's head behind him, and ruffled it in retaliation.
--It feels really good.
This time, it was Su Qingci's turn to have a dark expression. Where was he going to find someone shorter than himself?
Moreover, why did he feel that his host was so childish?
Before shaving Wuma Xiu's head bald, the Asura God finally took pity and stopped. He flipped his hand and took out a knife and a sword, handing them to Wuma Xiu, saying:
"Here you are the knife and sword. If you encounter danger, call upon This Venerable, This Venerable annihilate their entire clan."
The Asura God was not a good conversationalist; most of the time, he would only utter words like "Heh," "Looking for death," and "Useless."
He's a man of action; annihilating a hundred races isn't just talk.
As he spoke, the Asura God picked up Wuma Xiu again and placed him on the Sofa next to him, much more carefully now.
He said he had never been so gentle before.
But there's nothing he can do; this Old Self is too fragile now. He's afraid of breaking him even with the slightest bit of force.
The Asura God turned around, grabbed Su Qingci by the back of her collar—who had nowhere to hide—and lifted her into the air so they were eye-to-eye. Those scarlet eyes were inches away, so cold that Su Qingci felt like her whole body was about to freeze.
"If This Venerable ever see you making up those things again, I'll burn all your private collection of books."
Upon hearing the words "private books," Su Qingci finally changed.
--No, those are treasures he's collected over so many years.
Su Qingci replied dejectedly:
"Okay, I'll never write again."
This time, his expression wasn't as exaggerated as before; it was genuine frustration.
The "private collection of books" hit Su Qingci's weak spot.
Seeing that the other party agreed, the Asura God casually tossed Su Qingci back onto the Sofa and turned to the card-drawing machine. He glanced at a particularly vibrant green card among the cards and reached out to touch the outer casing of the card-drawing machine.
Once the Asura God left, Su Qingci, who had been looking dejected, raised her head and chuckled as she stared at her host.
--His host is currently a weak and helpless little chicken, and definitely can't resist him.
--If we don't sign these unfair terms now, when will we?