The God of the Scales

Above the Divine Throne

He had long, soft, light purple-blue curly hair, with blooming blue and white roses adorning his temples, inlaid with Gemstone.

Surrounded by fluttering Blue Butterflies, she possesses an elegant and noble divine aura.

The inner layer was a black Brocade Robe, covered with gold intertwined floral patterns, with a high collar.

He wore a wide, flowing, moon-white Robe with broad sleeves, embroidered with blue and white flowers.

A magnificent golden Scales was placed in front of him.

God of the Scales

He is the God of the Scales that Wuma Xiu has been mentioning.

The God of the Scales has gentle and handsome features, a smile playing on his lips, and one hand gently supporting his cheek.

"He's awake, and I bet he's got a whole bunch of bad ideas popping into his head right now."

Having encountered the Sea God several times, he had a deep understanding of that two-faced fellow.

The Sea God is silent; he must be up to no good.

If the other party suddenly calms down and stops causing trouble, they must be brewing something even bigger.

Thinking back to when we first met, I was truly fooled by the Sea God's gentle, refined, and polite demeanor.

But once, twice, three times...

It's such a coincidence that the other party is always there whenever something happens.

It wasn't until he exposed the other person that he saw the wicked nature hidden beneath that gentle exterior. The contrast was so stark that he still finds it absurd to this day.

What a waste of that face.

However, the other party seems to get along very well with the Theater God, as he has many faces and is full of lies.

Thinking of this, the God of the Scales sighed softly.

The days to come will likely be filled with unrest, but maintaining balance and order is his mission.

Of course, if there are any uncontrollable factors, then there's nothing you can do about it.

After all, he was just a God of the Scales.

At that time, time and Fate will probably intervene.

"The God of the Scales is nothing but a hypocritical god, no different from myself."

Wuma Xiu showed absolutely no kindness towards this God of the Scales.

The other party has thwarted his plans more than once.

He was so annoyed by the constant talk of balance and order that he wanted nothing more than to throw the person into the deepest trench and lock them up.

Moreover, the other party never gave him a friendly look whenever they saw him.

However, force is reciprocal, and he didn't give the other party a friendly look either.

After all, every time the God of the Scales appears, it means that one of his moves has been blocked, so how can he be happy?

Wuma Xiu scoffed, "Annoying Purple-Hair devil."

Purple-Hair was the nickname he gave to the God of the Scales.

Although the other person's hair still had a blue tinge, that can be ignored.

Blue was his favorite color.

So, it was a completely Purple-Hair, so hard to wash.

However, in Wuma Xiu's view, this God of the Scales was ultimately nothing more than a bully who preyed on the weak. Otherwise, why didn't he show himself when Xiu Godslaying?

Ultimately, the Universe is still ruled by the strong.

If you are strong, whatever you do will be debated by great scholars.

You're weak, you deserve to be trampled on, and you still have to smile and say "thank you" and "it's okay"...

Therefore, power, wealth, authority, prestige...

He wanted them all.

Wuma Xiu thought to himself, then slowly stood up and looked down at the Little Water God in his arms.

Honestly, every time he hugged the other person like this, he couldn't help but feel a surge of Killing Intent.

The other person certainly excelled at the art of reincarnation.

The Water God is so foolish, yet the other water-based Gods around him are generally gentle and harmless.

If it were among a group of Evil Gods, given the Water God's temperament, it's hard to say how many days he would even survive.

Ultimately, having good fortune is also a skill.

Wuma Xiu picked up the Water God and carried him back to the Water God Temple.

The palace doors closed behind them.

He tossed the tiny bundle in his arms onto the large bed, then tossed over a soft pillow.

The Water God turned over, hugged his soft pillow, and continued to sleep.

Wuma Xiu casually sat on the edge of the bed, propped his forehead up, and began to think about what to do next.

The faint glow of the pearls in the hall cast a pale, cold light on half of his face.

After thinking it over and over, Wuma Xiu actually felt a bit of a headache.

He rubbed his temples, a surge of inexplicable restlessness rising within him.

Why am I not beautiful?

If he were handsome, he could just sleep with all those gods one by one, and who could possibly oppose him?

Even if all else fails, it can still be repaired.

If you're not convinced, fight until you are. Simple and brutal.

As for that Godslayer, he is no match for Xiu now.

Even if it's still possible, he could just go for it and seduce the other person, wouldn't that solve everything?

These Old Self of his are all such lazy bums!

They clearly have the ability to overturn everything when they work together, but each of them has their own personality and no ambition whatsoever!

Otherwise, they could have formed an "Old Self Alliance" long ago and controlled all the Gods in the sky.

Why let him end up like this?

Wuma Xiu thought about it and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Ultimately, my own abilities were still somewhat lacking.

Fortunately, he had a bunch of Old Self he could use.

Since we're all Old Self, it's perfectly fine for me to use them for my own purposes.

A strange smile appeared on Wuma Xiu's face.

However, there's no need to panic now.

"Cici, take out that treasured collector's edition you keep and let me see it."

Su Qingci just slowly woken up, his mind still a mess, when he suddenly heard his host calling him. Still dizzy, he didn't even think before pulling out a book from his private space and handing it over.

It wasn't until the item was out of his hands that he belatedly came to his senses and suddenly realized what was written on the cover.

"Ah--Host, give it back! I took the wrong one!"

God knows what he just sent out.

That was a super exciting story that he poured his heart and soul into, writing it while his nose was bleeding profusely!

How could such filth defile the host's eyes!

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Wuma Xiu silenced him.

Su Qingci her mouth, but unfortunately, she couldn't utter a single sound. She could only watch helplessly as her host turned the pages of the book.

The other person looked serious and focused, with an almost academic-level inquiry and learning attitude.

Su Qingci's vision went black, and she almost fainted again.

It's over, it's all over.

He personally pushed his host into the Abyss of restricted content.

Furthermore, Sea God's disguise is too powerful, so powerful that it frightens him; he's even willing to sacrifice beauty for his goals.

But once this disguise ends, will his original owner still be able to stand up straight?

Will the host beat me to death then?

But... this doesn't seem to have anything to do with him, does it?

Su Qingci was on the verge of collapse when suddenly her mind went blank.

Wait, what did the host just call me?

Was it called "Ci Ci"?

Su Qingci on the spot, realizing what was happening, her face turning bright red.

"Host," he said, sounding so gentle.

He slowly covered his face, writhing like a maggot on the bed.