Do You Have No Heart?!

"Are you referring to the four Gods of spring, summer, autumn, and winter?"

Flower Tree guessed cautiously.

There were four orbs of light in front of it, and it had just heard someone call out "brother," so it guessed that these must be the four Gods of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

"This little Flower Tree is quite clever. You guessed right."

The Summer God flew around the Flower Tree once, his fiery golden eyes filled with admiration.

Gods cannot be looked at directly. To prevent innocent people or beings from being harmed by mistakenly seeing the true face of the Gods, the Gods usually have two solutions.

The first option is to obtain permission from the Gods and be qualified to look directly at them. However, most Gods would choose the second option, casting a soft divine light around themselves to prevent others from being blinded by misreading it.

Huahua thought for a long time, and the branches and leaves of the whole tree swayed gently.

It originally intended to go to the Spring God Temple with Lord Spring God.

That's the Spring God Temple; living there is a blessing that most flowers, plants, and trees wouldn't even dare to dream of.

But in the end, it suppressed that thought.

This is where it first met Goddess of Beauty.

It still wants to stay here, because maybe one day the Goddess of Beauty will pass by this Sea of Flowers again, and then it will be the first to see her.

[Host, this little Flower Tree is the one you encountered back when you were still the Goddess of Beauty. Now, seven years later, it has become the little tyrant of this planet. Oh, and it even gave itself a name: "Huahua."]

Su Qingci lay on the Sofa in the System Space, reporting listlessly.

The knife and sword left behind by the Asura God hung on his left and right sides, like two impartial jailers, keeping a close watch on him.

Upon hearing his tone, Wuma Xiu thought something was wrong. He glanced over and found that the other man was perfectly fine, just slumped on the Sofa like a dried-out salted fish, looking utterly hopeless.

[Qingci, what's wrong?]

Upon hearing the name "Qingci," Su Qingci sprang up from the Sofa as if struck by lightning, rolled over, buried her face in a cushion, and burst into tears.

[Host, you're so kind, completely unlike that supervillain you were before.]

He was so moved that tears streamed down his face.

It must have been that tyrant, the Asura God, who corrupted his host. His host was originally so gentle and kind, but he was all corrupted by that disguised Asura God.

After Su Qingci had finished crying, she answered:

[Host, it's nothing, it's just that I've been finding system management incredibly boring lately. So boring that even reading fanfiction about you and me isn't interesting anymore.]

Su Qingci rolled over again, lay on her back on the Sofa, stared at the simulated sky in the System Space, and sighed repeatedly.

He felt like a flower that had been struck by frost. The fanfiction that had once excited him now seemed utterly tasteless, and he couldn't even muster any enthusiasm for his own pairing with the host.

What's the point of this system then?

Su Qingci, utterly dejected, turned her head away, trying to negotiate with the two stern-faced prison guards beside her:

"Brother Knife, Brother Sword, could you please move away from me a little bit, just a little bit, so I can catch my breath?"

Unfortunately, these swords and knives were not as clever and agile as Spears; they only knew that their master had given a death order before leaving.

--Keep an eye on this leader; don't let him go out and harass the Spring God.

--I won't listen, I won't listen, I just won't listen.

The blade and the sword's edge didn't move an inch apart.

Su Qingci a wail, covered her face with a pillow, and began to seriously consider whether to write a book titled "On the Various Oppressions of the Innocent System by the Asura God" to denounce her tragic experience.

This was the first time he had ever wanted to write this kind of article.

Seeing Su Qingci's utterly dejected expression, Wuma Xiu sighed softly to himself.

With a thought, the longsword and Long Sword that had been hanging beside Su Qingci flew up simultaneously, passing through the barrier between the System Space and reality, and landed in his palm.

Wuma Xiu's fingers traced the blade and spine of the sword as he said:

"Don't make things difficult for him."

There is a saying in the human world that "Immortal touches my head, granting me eternal life," but there are no Immortals in this world, only gods. As soon as he touched it, the knife and sword trembled at the same time, and a very faint mint-green halo appeared on the blade and the edge of the sword.

Then, they became intelligent.

The sword and the knife nodded earnestly, indicating that they understood and would no longer make things difficult for that noisy little system.

However, there is one thing they feel they should perhaps inform their owner about.

After their awakening, both Dao and Jian thought of the novel Su Qingci had written before, the cover of which prominently featured the title "The Untold Stories of the Spoiled Asura God and the Overbearing System".

The hilts of the sword and the blade touched, they discussed for a moment, and then made a decision:

One went back to report to its master, while the other stayed behind to continue guarding the place.

The knife flew away, but the sword returned to Su Qingci's side.

At this moment, Su Qingci was no longer the lazy bum she had been before. She leaped up from the Sofa, grabbed the hilt of the sword that hadn't yet flown far, and hung the entire sword on its blade, tearfully accusing the attacker:

"Ugh--Have you no conscience?! Threatening me on my own turf is one thing, but now you're even going to complain about me?!"

The Long Sword, pulled down by his grip, flew through the air for a moment before breaking free and writing in the air:

Sorry, we are weapons; we don't have hearts.

Su Qingci clutched her chest.

That's absolutely true; swords and blades don't have hearts, but he felt even angrier.

Despite his anger, seeing his host use the Divine Power of the Spring God to awaken the sentience in these two divine weapons, he couldn't help but feel a surge of fatherly satisfaction.

His host was so kind, even treating weapons so gently. He was relieved, but he also felt like crying, because the emergence of intelligence meant they would be even harder to fool in the future.

And so, they flew straight there to complain.

However, Su Qingci suddenly narrowed her eyes.

--Hehe, now he can go out.

But he also knew something else:

If he went out looking like this, he probably wouldn't even touch the hem of the Spring God's robe before the Summer God, Autumn God, and Winter God teamed up to bury him in the flowerbed as fertilizer.

So he opened the skin interface of the System Shop, browsed for a while, and found a suitable target.

She had long, soft, silver-green curly hair and pointed, elfin ears.

It has clear, emerald-green eyes, a petite and slender figure, bare feet, and a pair of transparent, iridescent butterfly wings adorned with starlight on its back.

She was wearing a short white robe embroidered with small floral vines, and looked well-behaved and harmless.

This is Little Flower Spirit.

Su Qingci stared at the preview screen and chuckled twice.