It Doesn't Hurt, It Doesn't Hurt

Death God is always in a cheerful mood whenever he comes to the Spring God Temple.

First of all, spring is here.

Secondly, he had wanted to complain about it for a long time.

I'm not some Flower God, so please stop leaving black flowers wherever I go!

The key issue is that he can't control this yet!

It's been like this since the moment Death God was born; wherever he goes, a few Black Mandala will briefly bloom at his feet. His physique and appearance are one thing, but with these flowers, countless male gods mistook him for a goddess.

As he spoke, black mist rose around Death God.

Because of this incident, many male celebrities came to talk to him, only to find that he was not only a male celebrity, but also Death God Grim Reaper who controls death. Their expressions immediately turned somewhat disgusted, and they ran away faster than anyone else.

--snort.

He really begged them to come and make their presence known to him.

After this incident, whenever Death God encountered such a god, he would attack without hesitation.

As for the consequences of offending these gods?

Death God didn't care at all.

Do they really think the gods of the Underworld are easy to bully?

From the Spring God Temple onwards, Death God walked ahead of Winter God. Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought this was Death's territory, and Winter God was the guest visiting.

Death God, with practiced ease, arrived at the flowerbed behind the Spring God Temple and landed on a figure.

Wuma Xiu down and carefully picked the best-blooming flower from a flowering Blue Tang Tree.

Something flickered in Death God's dark purple-red eyes, and he involuntarily stopped in his tracks.

"The scenery... is truly beautiful."

As Summer God was munching on Flame Fruit, he caught a glimpse of Death God's dazed expression and heard him say, "The scenery is beautiful." Suddenly, two flames ignited in his fiery golden eyes.

Who is this god?!

Where's that annoying Death God? Why isn't he here?

Furthermore, not only was this god dressed up in a very impressive manner, but he also dared to stare at his brother with those kinds of eyes!

They even said something like "The scenery is so beautiful".

--Pah, what a lecherous old man!

What are you looking at? My brother isn't someone you can look at.

Summer God devoured the Flame Fruit in a few bites, the pit burning hot in his hand. He narrowed his eyes, flicked his wrist, and the pit, carrying a scorching gust of wind, smashed towards Death God's forehead.

Death God tilted his head to the side, and the Flame Fruit, carrying a scorching gust of wind, flew past his ear and hit him behind him. Because Death God was blocking the way and didn't notice, and because he had no awareness of the Divine Power of the Summer God, the Winter God was hit on the forehead before he could dodge.

A faint, muffled thud was heard.

The fruit pit bounced off the Winter God's bangs, rolled down, and was caught by him indifferently.

The Winter God looked down at the still-steaming fruit pit in his palm, and slowly touched his forehead with his other hand.

He was all too familiar with the Divine Power fluctuations emanating from it.

It belongs to his second brother, no doubt about it.

The Winter God raised his silver-blue eyes and stared at the Summer God.

The reproachful look in that small, critical gaze made Summer God feel incredibly uneasy.

He appeared before the Winter God in an instant, swiftly snatching the core of the incriminating fruit with one hand and destroying the evidence on the spot, while his other hand pressed against the Winter God's forehead and rubbed it repeatedly.

However, the force was so great that it almost made the Winter God's head shake back and forth.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. It's your fault, second brother. Let me rub it for you."

As Summer God rubbed his hand, he glared at Death God. Sparks flew from his fiery golden eyes.

Why were you dodging?! I accidentally hit my brother! And who are you?!

Death God rolled his eyes.

He simply changed his clothes, not his appearance, so why don't any of these gods recognize him?

The Winter God didn't recognize him earlier, and now the Summer God doesn't recognize him either. Has he changed that much?

However, considering that Chun was still alive, and that these three were still Chun's younger brothers, he tolerated it.

"Death God."

Death God squeezed out those two words, his tone sinister, reverting to a hint of his usual style.

At this moment, the Summer God's hand was slapped away by the Winter God.

"Second brother, it hurts even more now."

With that, the Winter God, clutching his forehead which was already red from the second blow from the Summer God, silently bypassed the Wuma Xiu Death God.

Summer God watched Winter God's departing figure, withdrew his hand somewhat aggrievedly, and finally glared fiercely at Death God.

It's all the other person's fault!

Why are you hiding!

Death God: This is so unreasonable! If I don't dodge, am I supposed to just stand by and let you smash me down?!

Summer God continued to chirp in his mind.

Winter is too honest; why didn't it freeze this guy into an ice sculpture and put him up as a decoration when it opened the door?

I should have rushed to open the door before Dong did.

He won't come to his brother's place for a day until he's burned to a Death God.

The moment Autumn God saw Death God, his smoky blue eyes momentarily dazed.

He knew the other person was Death God, but this change in style was truly drastic.

After a brief moment of disorientation, Autumn God instantly raised the alert level of the Death God Reaper by a significant margin, bringing it to the same level as the God of Life.

His older brother loves life.

The Death God's previous deathly and sinister appearance, from any perspective, could never have been the type of person my brother would like.

But now his style has changed drastically. He's clean and tidy from head to toe, and his brother seems to owe the other person more and more.

If the debt keeps piling up, the brother will find he can't pay it all back.

If the other party then makes a despicable request like "offering herself in return," given the brother's gentle nature to the core, he might actually agree.

At that moment, alarm bells rang in Autumn God's mind, and he gripped his folding fan so tightly that it made a cracking sound.

Perhaps he should do something, but how could he do it in a way that wouldn't put his brother in a difficult position, while also getting rid of this eyesore of Death God from his brother's side?

Wuma Xiu had just picked a blooming Green Crabapple when he realized that Death God had arrived. He was about to go over when he saw the Winter God walking towards him, covering his forehead, his usually icy face showing a rare hint of grievance.

The Winter God walked up to him, lowered his hand, and revealed a small patch of red marks on his forehead from being hit by the Flame Fruit.

"Brother, my second brother hit me! It hurts!"

Wuma Xiu temporarily set Green Crabapple aside, tenderly opening his arms to embrace the Winter God. He placed one hand on the Winter God's reddened forehead, Divine Power seeping from his palm as he gently rubbed the red mark.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

The Winter God squinted his eyes contentedly, glanced at the Summer God, and let out a soft hum.

Second brother, even if he tries to say "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt" like his older brother, it's no use.

Summer God felt as if an arrow had been shot into his heart.

He didn't do it on purpose, and his two younger brothers don't usually like to act cute with him. He has absolutely no sense of proportion when it comes to the amount of force his brothers can handle.