My Trust Was Misplaced After All

The Spear's voice sounded as if it had been beaten up by a hundred Evil Gods in turn, with a tremor at the end, and even its usual arrogant and domineering demeanor had completely vanished.

The Asura God looked in the direction of the sound and saw a Spear Tip lying at the feet of the Life God, its Spear slightly bent, its Sapphire Blue Divine Power withered, leaving only a thin layer of faint light.

It really does look like it's almost gone.

The Asura God snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "You spineless coward, get over here now."

Upon hearing that familiar voice, the Spear trembled with excitement. It sprang up from the ground and flew toward the Asura God, stumbling and nearly crashing into the flowerbeds several times.

--It's true, your own master is the best!

The owner had never hit it with such a big hammer, much less smashed it so hard that even the gun couldn't stand upright.

--Master, I'm here!

The Spear charged towards the Asura God, only to be met with a painful blow.

The Asura God raised his hand and slapped it away with a snap.

The Spear somersaulted several times in the air before crashing dizzily at the feet of the Spring God, its Spear Tip pointing downwards and embedding itself in the mud.

In the end... it was all in vain.

There is no gentle god in this world.

The Spring God looked at the Spear at his feet, which exuded an aura of utter despair, and smiled. He glanced at the gods on either side of him and withdrew his hands.

The Spear, stuck in the mud, let out a weak groan.

This god looks so gentle, is he going to pull out some giant hammer and smash himself in again soon?

The blue-haired guy from earlier serves as a cautionary tale.

They look docile and obedient, but when they pick up a hammer, they're more ruthless than anyone else.

Spear declared that he had completely seen through it all.

The "gap moe" (a Japanese term for someone with a seemingly innocent or docile appearance) is all the rage now, right? The gentler someone looks, the more ruthless they are when they actually do it; the more innocent someone looks, the crazier they become when they fight.

It understands, it understands everything.

With a bitter expression, Spear pointed the Spear Tip downwards and plunged himself deeper into the ground.

He exuded an air of world-weariness and disillusionment.

The Spring God lowered her eyes, looking at the Spear of the Asura God.

This Spear... it's quite interesting.

Although the other party had a somewhat eccentric personality, Spring God felt that this was precisely what made it unique.

He bent down, gripped the shaft with his fingers, and picked it up from the ground. A wisp of Divine Power surged from his fingertips, as warm as a spring breeze, and traveled along the shaft, forcibly straightening the Spear little by little.

Spear felt a sudden, sharp pain all over his body.

It couldn't hold back and burst into tears with a loud "waaaah".

"Wow--"

"I knew it... I knew there was no such thing as a gentle god in this world! It hurts! It hurts so much! You gods, you're all the same, not one of you is any good!"

But as he cried, he suddenly choked on his Spear.

Deep within that excruciating, bone-ripping pain, a tingling, numbing sensation slowly welled up. At first, it was a burning pain, but afterwards, it was a strange, indescribable pleasure. The feeling made it want to curse, yet it also couldn't help but let out a long groan.

The Spear's cries gradually subsided, turning from wailing to sobs, and then from sobs to soft moans as it gasped for breath.

"... It seems... it doesn't hurt as much anymore..."

The tingling sensation spread along the gun barrel; just moments ago, I was crying out in pain, but now a soothing feeling permeated everything from the Spear Tip to the butt of the gun.

After holding back for a long time, Spear finally couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a sigh from his throat.

"That feels so good!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, all the gods turned to look at him.

Spear, recalling what he had just said and witnessing this scene, felt unusually embarrassed.

However, it has certainly mastered the art of shamelessness.

The feeling disappeared after a short while.

--Look, look! I'm the coolest guy around!

The Spear then looked at the Spring God and nuzzled against him.

This god is really something!

As the Spring God withdrew his Divine Power, the warm radiance faded from the spear, but it did not disappear entirely. His slender, graceful fingertips slid gently down the cold Spear.

"Your master is very strong," Spring God said, looking down at it, her voice clear and gentle, without a trace of perfunctoriness, "And you are very powerful too."

The Spear trembled slightly.

There are gods who praise its power, but this one sounds the most comforting to him.

The God of Spring God's gaze fell upon the land of Perching Flower Star, and she said, "However, the pain you just felt is far less than the damage this planet has suffered. So, you can't act so recklessly next time, understand?"

The moment the Spring God touched the Spear, half of his body went tingly.

Good heavens, good heavens, how could anyone touch it like that?

Since its birth, it has traveled across battlefields and drunk countless lives, and no one has ever touched it with such gentle care.

It was feeling dizzy and confused, thinking:

This is actually... a gentle god.

"I understand," Spear replied obediently.

The Spring God of Spring smiled at it and said, "Really? That's a great help."

He had long since figured out that this Spear was the type to respond better to gentle persuasion than force. The more forceful you were with it, the more stubborn it would become. But if you spoke to it gently and reasoned with it, and soothed it a bit, it would be too embarrassed to cause any more trouble.

Spring God was naturally more than happy to have such a peaceful resolution.

Spring God was enjoying the Spear in his hand, but after a moment he felt several extremely cold gazes.

It looked left and right, and found that the Goddess of Beauty, the Life God, the Summer God, the Autumn God, and its master in front of it were all staring at it. At this moment, the experienced Spear seemed to understand something.

But are you kidding me?!

It's clearly just a weapon, okay?

Why are you jealous?

But this immense pressure was beyond my ability to bear.

The Spear shuddered, slicing through the air like Flowing Light, and flew back to the Asura God's side. It nimbly spun in mid-air, then lowered its Spear Tip and, with its gleaming cold light, lightly touched the Asura God's shoulder.

"Master, you have excellent taste. I support you."

Seeing this, the Goddess of Spring God simply smiled and didn't take it seriously.

He knew his Old Self all too well.

Their friendship is completely open and honest, pure and simple; there's no need for so many twists and turns.

However, there's something he still needs to mention to the other party later.

Playful banter is one thing, but that one shot just now, cleaving an entire planet in two, was completely unnecessary and pointless. And judging by his skill, who knows how many innocent planets he's cleaved in the wind without his noticing.

If the other party could strike less often, perhaps the debt I owe to Death God would be lessened.

Spring God snapped out of her reverie and glanced around.

This sight stirred something within him.

There were eight gods present, two of whom were his Old Self. Fate is a truly wondrous thing; having stumbled upon them, a thought suddenly occurred to him:

Why not invite the other two Old Self over as well, so we can all get together, have some tea, chat, and reminisce? Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Thinking this, the Spring God immediately sent messages to the Moon God and the God of Wine.