The Author Killed the Title

Spear: "Let me state first that our master is usually a man of few words. This isn't directed at you all; he's just too lazy to talk. So, I'll be handling the speaking part at this Tea Party today. Don't think our master is being disrespectful. If he really didn't want to give you face, he wouldn't even sit down in this chair."

The Spear turned and glanced at the Asura God.

The Asura God neither confirmed nor denied it, but the Spear automatically interpreted this silence as "you're right."

Spear: "Also, don't assume I'm always talking; I'm actually a very introverted weapon."

Upon hearing this, even the Moon God raised her eyelids slightly.

There might indeed be introverted gods present, but to say that this Spear is introverted is something no god would believe.

The Spear tells the story of the Asura God before he became the Chief Evil Gods, but this story is naturally a slightly embellished version. Don't be fooled by his thick skin; he still has emotional intelligence.

Skip over some of the gory parts and then emphasize the magnificent deeds of its owner.

"My master gets stronger the more he fights, far stronger than other gods who haven't improved at all in tens of thousands of years."

"Give my master another ten thousand years, and he can slaughter his way through the entire Divine Realm. Oh, no, it seems he could do it right now. I forgot to mention something. My master recently fought the Godslayer again, and the Godslayer is no match for my master. And then... heh..."

"Neither time nor Fate can stop my master."

The weak admire the strong, and the strong seek to become stronger.

Its owner is what other gods desire.

As for the master's front, there is no god there, nor is there any god worthy to stand before him.

This statement is quite arrogant, but no god has denied it.

In the entire Divine Realm, the Asura God was a very exceptional case. At first, they looked down on this god who didn't even have Divine Name. Without Divine Name, without followers, and with nothing but Divine Core, they had no intention of taking such a god seriously.

But they never expected that they would be no match for such a god. Moreover, the god's Divine Power was increasing at an unbelievable rate.

No god knows what happened.

Later, after careful observation, the god discovered that the opponent would become stronger after experiencing a battle.

It becomes stronger when facing strong opponents, and even stronger when facing weak ones.

This state is even more outrageous than the War God.

The Gods compared the Asura God with the War God, and all looked at the War God with eyes that seemed to say, "Are you an imposter?"

During that period, the more prominent the Asura God was, the less prominent the War God was.

The War God, with his fiery temper, couldn't stand this, so he grabbed his weapon and went to block the Asura God.

The result? He was instantly killed.

Even worse, after the battle, the God of War God's Divine Core betrayed its master on the spot, flying out of his body and circling around the Asura God, being incredibly attentive, as if it wanted to immediately recognize him as its master.

Unfortunately, it was rejected by the Asura God and eventually slunk back into its original body. From then on, the War God's Dao heart was shattered, and it never appeared before the Asura God again.

That makes sense.

Losing a fight is one thing, but even his own Divine Core is greedy and snobbish; anyone would be devastated in that situation.

Spear: "I heard the War God is a melancholy young man now? Is that true?"

The moment this question was posed, the Life God immediately perked up.

He put down the small hammer with the word "virtue" beside his mouth, raised his hand high, and attracted all the gods' attention to himself.

"That's right! He's more Siwen than I am now, and more melancholic than Death God."

God of Wine nodded in agreement, adding, unusually seriously:

"I ran into him a while ago. His physique used to be... well, how should I put it, like a burly man, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, like a mountain when he stood there. Now he's different, tall and slender, with a melancholy expression, a bit too sentimental."

Upon hearing this description, Su Qingci covered her mouth with her two little hands.

It understood.

Isn't this just like Lu Zhishen transforming into Lin Daiyu?

Wow, good heavens, my host is really amazing.

Spring God sighed several times in his heart.

When the Asura God is mentioned, the gods in the Divine Realm always express awe, admiration, or a gnashing fear, or something else entirely.

They say that the Asura God is incredibly strong, invincible, and how he crushed his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

They would say sourly in private, "If I had his talent, I could do it too," using a hypothetical sentence to casually attribute all of the other person's achievements to talent and luck.

In the eyes of those gods, the Asura God never seemed to be weak. He seemed to have been born to be the Chief Evil God inspired fear in all, standing at the pinnacle of power and looking down upon all living beings.

Getting to where we are today seems like a smooth and natural progression.

But besides these Old Self, who else knows?

When the Asura God was first created, he was so weak that he couldn't even defeat a Demigod.

After all, he was just a Blank Character.

What does a whiteboard mean?

There was nothing there.

He possessed none of the things other Deities were born with, nor the Divine Power they could acquire by inheriting Divine Core.

The Spring God lowered her eyes and kept these words in her heart.

He knew that the Asura God didn't need anyone's pity, much less his recollection of the past on his behalf in this situation. He himself never mentioned those past humiliations and predicaments, so let him be.

In fact, the Spring God greatly admired the other party.

The Asura God looked over; he could sense the other's emotions, and of course, he could also sense the emotions of his other Old Self. If he wanted, they could even exchange memories and thoughts.

But this rarely happens among them.

This has nothing to do with anything else; it's simply because of a kind of arrogance.

Arrogance that comes from the Gods.

The Spear flew to the center of the Pavilion and hovered in mid-air.

"My master's temper has improved a little recently. Specifically, in the past, if someone made a face at him like a Goddess of Beauty, he would have shot them down long ago."

But right now he's just keeping a dark expression and not saying a word.

"What do you call this? This is called progress!"

"Alright! I've finished speaking! I won't reveal any of my master's heroic deeds and stories; if you want to know, go ask him yourself."

Spear swallowed the words "emotional status".

Its owner is a bachelor, what's there to say?

The Asura God raised his hand.

Spear thought it was about to get beaten up again, but it found that its owner had just taken a snack from the table next to it.

That pastry was made by the Goddess of Spring God herself.

Shaped like flower petals, crystal clear.

The Asura God put the snack in his mouth and chewed it twice.

Then, he gave a very soft and faint "hmm".

I don't know if he was praising the pastries or agreeing with what Spear said.

The Spear became instantly overconfident and took it upon himself to approach the Spring God.

Spear: "Lord Spring God, actually my master is very fond of you. Would you like to sleep with my master?"

As a loyal Spear, it worries about everything for its master. Ah, this must be what people in the mortal world mean by being both a father and a mother.

It needs to help its owner.

In this respect, the God of Desire must be the most persistent god that Spear has ever seen. He snatched the words that the other party had said, and perhaps he could help his master accomplish such a great divine event.

And that was it.

All I remember is that the Perching Flower Star shattered again, was repaired, and the Spear flew away again, disappearing without a trace.