I Don't Like the Look of You

If there's anything in this world that troubles Death God more than work, it's this very moment.

Death God sat directly opposite Spring God, his dark purple-red eyes looking across the table at his three younger brothers who surrounded Spring God. One rubbed against his older brother's hand, one fanned himself with a folding fan, and the other had just switched from aggrieved to boastful mode.

He really wanted to slam his fist on the table, stand up, and shout:

"Don't you guys have any sense of propriety? Can't you let Haru and me have a little peace and quiet in our own little world of two gods?!"

Unfortunately, just like the Autumn God, Death God is completely powerless in the face of the Spring God.

In any other place, he would have already been locked in a fierce verbal battle with these three gods, neither giving an inch, and the scene would probably have turned into a chaotic mess of tearing each other apart and causing utter chaos.

But this is the Spring God Temple, and Spring is sitting right in front of him.

Death God had no choice but to maintain his docile, lazy demeanor and swallow all his resentment.

Some might ask, doesn't Death God only care about Spring God and be indifferent to everyone and everything else, just like he is to Life Goddess, completely disregarding her existence?

Why should he care about the Summer Autumn Winter God?

Yes, Death God originally didn't care about the Summer God, Autumn God, and Winter God, but when he met with Spring, almost all three gods were there!

--Almost all of them!!

Death God silently muttered a list of Haru's three troublesome younger brothers in his mind.

--Hmph, none of them inherited Chun's personality.

Thinking about it this way, he couldn't help but think of the Night God, who shared the same plight as him.

However, at least the Night God was facing only the Sun God and the Star God, while he was facing three—a full three!

Moreover, I don't know how Night God managed to do that recently, but I heard he's actually getting along quite well with those two notorious brother-complex individuals. Maybe I can go and learn from them sometime.

--But, humph, he's here on important business today.

--Let's say goodbye to these three gods.

Death God gave Wuma Xiu a wink.

Wuma Xiu's hands were never idle when his three younger brothers were around him. One moment he would rub the head of the Summer God who was leaning in, the next he would pinch the fingers of the Autumn God who was in his palm, and then he would touch the white head of the Winter God that was resting on his shoulder.

Moreover, even if he doesn't take the initiative, he will eventually be forced to act.

Although Wuma Xiu sees his three younger brothers as having their own unique characteristics, they are all adorable.

However, he also knew that this cuteness might only be revealed in front of his older brother.

Perhaps in the eyes of other Gods, his three younger brothers are little devils and scourges.

This situation is not impossible.

Wuma Xiu received Death God's gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips. He patted his brothers, who were clinging to him, and said gently:

"You guys go out and have some fun first. I'll catch up with Death God alone."

When these words reached the ears of the three gods, the expressions of Summer Autumn Winter God changed drastically at the same time.

What did my brother just say?

--A private reunion! And with that Death God, no less!

Summer God abruptly turned his head to glare at Death God, finding the slight upturn at the corner of the other's lips particularly irritating.

He looks like he's showing off!

Winter God also looked at Death God, a gaze so cold it could freeze the Milky Way.

The moment he stood up, a fine frost spread across the ground, freezing Death God into a translucent ice sculpture.

He was unhappy.

Autumn God's first reaction was to look at her older brother, her smoky blue eyes narrowing, a strange feeling rising in her heart.

He always felt there was something off about the relationship between his brother and Death God. But then he thought, surely he couldn't possibly be interested in this Death God just had a new, laid-back look?

--Impossible! Based on Autumn God's understanding of her brother, it's impossible!

"Brother, I can help if you need it."

Wuma Xiu nodded with a smile.

"Thank you, Qiu, I understand."

The Summer God, Autumn God, and Winter God eventually left, though each of them departed reluctantly, turning back every few steps.

Before leaving, Summer God raised his hand and melted the ice on Death God's body. Blazing golden flames surged from his palm, instantly evaporating the layer of frost left by Winter God into a white mist. Whether it was "accidentally" that he used too much force or not, the flames did not diminish after melting the ice layer, and they climbed up the hem of Death God's robes, instantly igniting Death God's entire body.

Death God, with a head still smoking, looked at Summer God.

Wisps of smoke rose from his hair, which he had just styled with Bone Hairpin, and the face of the Summer God was reflected in his dark purple-red eyes.

Summer God casually patted the remaining sparks off his hand, not even bothering to pretend, and bluntly said:

"Hmph, I did it on purpose, I just don't like you."

After saying that, she turned around, her fiery red ponytail whipping through the air in an arc, and left.

Summer God speaks her mind without any beating around the bush. She has completely different attitudes towards what she likes and dislikes. She is unreservedly enthusiastic and clingy towards her brother, but shows no concealment of hostility and displeasure towards the Death God.

However, most of the Gods in the entire Divine Realm did not dislike his straightforward personality; on the contrary, they found him to be honest and open.

After all, this is much more pleasing than some Gods who are always scheming and plotting.

After the Summer God, Autumn God, and Winter God had completely departed, Wuma Xiu raised his hand and gently waved it. A wisp of mint-green Divine Power enveloped him and the Death God like a light veil. That layer of Divine Power completely erased the messy traces left by the frost and flames, and also blocked any possible prying eyes and sounds from outside the palace.

I apologize to you on their behalf.

Wuma Xiu spoke with a smile in his eyes.

Death God sighed deeply, his charred robes and disheveled hair restored to their original state by the Divine Power. He simply stopped pretending, slumped onto the table, buried his face in his crossed arms, and said:

"Chun, your three younger brothers really hate me."

When Wuma Xiu saw the other person sprawled on the table in such an unseemly manner, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

In his mind, Death God was always either reaping souls or on his way to reaping souls.

Every time I saw him, he was always surrounded by a chilling aura, his clothes were neat and his expression was cold. Even when the other person spoke to him, his tone would soften a little, but he still maintained a sense of restraint.

He never imagined that after just one night's sleep, the other person would turn out like this.

She changed her clothes and style, and now she even lay face down on the table in front of him, as if she were laying out all the weariness she had accumulated over countless millennia.

Once Death God lay down, it didn't want to move anymore.