No Way Would He Give Up His Place

Let me out!

Su Qingci was screaming wildly in the System Space, his icy blue eyes filled with utter despair. A long sword hung to his left, and a cold, gleaming Long Sword floated to his right.

The moment Spring God appeared, he was about to rush out and pounce on him. He was such a gentle, motherly man, speaking softly and offering to pat his head and hug him.

However, before he could make a move, he was blocked by the two divine weapons, one on his left and one on his right.

The back of the blade and the spine of the sword pressed down on his shoulder, rendering him unable to move.

These two neither harmed him nor released him, simply keeping him pinned to the spot.

"Brothers, please have mercy and let me out."

Su Qingci tried to reason with them and appeal to their emotions, but the swords and blades remained completely still, not even trembling.

He's about to break down!

Who knows?

There was a gentle male mother right in front of him, so close he could almost touch her, yet he could only watch longingly.

The culprit behind all of this is none other than the host's previous identity— the Asura God.

The other party definitely did it on purpose!

What deep-seated hatred or grudge could they possibly have?

He just wrote some novels, and a lot of Evil Gods read them, but it wasn't his fault that other people and Righteous Gods read them. Blame it on your own Old Self being led astray by another Old Self, and your love of watching the drama unfold.

Su Qingci in tears, tightly hugging a life-sized pillow with her host's chibi-style portrait printed on it, burying her face in it and rubbing against it. The pillow depicted Wuma Xiu's usual well-behaved and fair-skinned appearance, with fluffy black hair and a very faint smile on his lips.

He glanced again at the knife and sword on his left and right sides.

Su Qingci strongly suspects that the Asura God left these two items not to protect the safety of his host.

It was specifically designed so that he could only watch.

Watching the Spring God smile gently but unable to hug her, watching the Spring God fuss over her three younger brothers but unable to get a touch, watching that legendary head pat fall on someone else's head time and time again.

He could only bite his handkerchief through the barrier.

--How can a god be so cruel!

Su Qingci burst into tears.

But despite his tears, he quickly pulled himself together.

Hmph, don't think you can stump him like that.

So what if he can't post it on the Star Network? Can't he just write it and read it himself? It's not like it's his first time writing something like this. As long as the Asura God doesn't find out, he can write whatever he wants.

As if sensing Su Qingci's rekindled fighting spirit, the printer next to her started running at high speed again, spitting out one new manuscript after another from the paper output.

In less than half an hour, a neatly bound new book was freshly printed, with a line of large characters prominently printed on the cover.

-- "The Untold Stories of the Spoiled Asura God and the Overbearing System".

Su Qingci held the still-steaming book and chuckled.

The laughter echoed in the System Space, causing the nearby swords and knives to tremble involuntarily.

Wuma Xiu raised his hand and pressed his temples, feeling as if a hundred Su Qingcis were wailing in his head simultaneously, along with a printer tirelessly clicking away.

--Oops, I forgot to turn on the jammer.

During the previous month Su Qingci followed him around, and before he left the System Space, Su Qingci turned off the jammer, citing the reason of saving electricity.

Now look what's happened; after that guy went back, he was screaming, wailing, and frantically writing a new book.

Oh well, they're just hobbies, let them be.

With a thought, Wuma Xiu activated the silver-white God-Level Shielding Device beside Su Qingci, which then hummed and restarted.

The world is finally peaceful.

Wuma Xiu picked up his teacup and took a sip. The tea was still warm when he heard a light, cheerful voice coming from outside the hall.

"Brother, I'm back!"

This time, it's Autumn God's back.

He had just returned from the Star God and was clearly in a good mood, even his steps had a slight bouncy quality, though it was very subtle, it did not escape Wuma Xiu's eyes, which knew his brothers very well.

Wuma Xiu put down his teacup, his eyes crinkling into a smile, using his profound understanding of Qiu to prove that the other party was currently very happy.

Autumn God walked over to Wuma Xiu and sat down.

He hugged his brother for a little while, then lay down and rested his head on Wuma Xiu's lap.

Her long, light orange hair, like maple leaves, spread out.

Autumn God narrowed her eyes, quietly enjoying her brother's gentle pat on the head.

Spring God's fingertips slid from the top of his hair to the ends.

Autumn God rubbed against him comfortably.

The Winter God knelt down beside Wuma Xiu's legs, her long hair falling to the ground.

He didn't say anything, but looked at his older brother with those eyes, then at his third brother Autumn God, who was lying comfortably on his brother's lap enjoying a head pat, and then looked back at his older brother.

Finally, he kept staring at Autumn God.

Autumn God opened his eyes, met the gaze of those eyes that had been staring at him for a long time for a moment, and sighed resignedly.

He stood up, reached out and pulled Winter God back to where he had been, placed his hands on the other's shoulders, and with a little force, pressed the head down.

"Alright."

Autumn God thought to himself that he was, after all, still the older brother.

Besides...

Autumn God went around to the other side of Wuma Xiu, lay down, rested his head on his brother's other leg, and closed his eyes contentedly.

His brother has two legs and two arms.

This isn't just right.

Summer God had just returned from the Extreme Southern Star and was overjoyed, his mind filled with images of his brother praising him for "doing a good job."

Then he saw a scene that completely blew his mind away.

His beloved brother had the Autumn God lying on his left leg and the Winter God resting on his right leg, his hands stroking the hair of his two younger brothers.

The whole scene is so heartwarming that it could be framed and hung on the wall.

But... this isn't good at all!

--He's not here!

Summer God's smile froze instantly, visibly contorting. His older brother only had two legs and two arms, and his two younger brothers already took up that space—where was he supposed to lie down?!

The Summer God circled around the three gods again and again.

He first glanced at the Winter God, his gaze lingering for a moment on the Winter God's icy face, before decisively giving up.

--The Winter God is the youngest, so he was too embarrassed to take it.

So he focused all his firepower on Autumn God, his fiery golden eyes fixed on that light orange head.

Autumn God closed his eyes, turned over, and turned his face to the other side, demonstrating with his actions that he had not felt any gaze at all.

Hmph, I can tolerate my younger brother being the Winter God, but my second brother wants me to give way? That's impossible.