Why?

The Desert God covered his chest with one hand and his genitals with the other.

His eyes were red and swollen, and large tears streamed down his face, mingling with the dust and sand, making him look utterly disheveled.

"I'm not clean anymore... I'm not clean at all..."

He choked up, his voice filled with despair and humiliation, like a young virgin who had been violated by a bully.

A gust of wind blew, Desert God shivered, his tears falling even more profusely.

He was seen naked by two strange gods!

It would be better to be seen naked by the Spring God!

The Sea God waved his little hand at the Asura God and said, "Xiu, you go first, leave the rest to me."

The Asura God glanced at the Desert God on the ground, pulled out the Spear stuck in the other's shoulder, and casually stabbed him a few more times.

After a few muffled thuds,

The Deity Statue lay sprawled on the ground like a puddle of mud.

Only then did the Asura God realize that the opponent was so weak that he couldn't even move. He then swung the Spear and hoisted it back onto his shoulder.

"Alright. If any god ever bullies you again, just come find This Venerable."

After saying this, the Asura God left.

He didn't care what the Sea God was going to do next, nor did he care whether his Old Self were good or bad.

So what if the other side kills this Desert God?

Even if the sky were to collapse, he would split it open as well.

He was still there; if he let his Old Self be bullied any longer, he might as well just slit his own throat.

Besides, he only oversees Evil Gods.

I, being an Old Self, am considered to be on the side of the Righteous Gods, so I should be responsible for Godslayer.

Just as he was thinking, the Asura God suddenly paused.

He belatedly realized something.

His Old Self — the Goddess of Beauty, the Sea God, the Spring God, and the Moon God —all seem to belong to the Righteous Gods.

Only he himself is Evil God.

What's this?

Is he being isolated?

The Asura God frowned, his expression turning cold.

Or should we find a few of his Old Self to join his side?

But then he thought better of it; he was already quite adept at beating up these Evil Gods.

What if the Old Self join in, and he happens to beat them up too?

Wuma Xiu snapped his fingers, and a thin layer of water-covered clothing appeared on the Desert God, concealing his disheveled appearance.

"Stop crying, stop crying, I've already dressed you. You're such a big boy, why are you still crying like that?"

The Desert God choked back tears, looked down at himself, then looked up at Wuma Xiu, his eyes filled with astonishment and doubt:

"What... what exactly do you want to do? Are you trying to get revenge on that god from before?"

He recalled that he had previously stripped a god of his clothes, and then he remembered what the god had just said, and he began to have some guesses in his mind.

Wuma Xiu clapped his hands and slowly started counting on his fingers:

"Yes, Little Lu is naturally shy, and after what you did, she's too scared to even leave the house now. I had to talk to her for ages to comfort her."

As he spoke, he held up one finger after another.

"And the lake says you killed many of its Creations. The rain says you interfered with its rainfall. The River God is full of resentment towards you..."

He counted them one by one.

Desert God listened, he also recalled the things he had done, following the god's words.

He neither denied it nor felt he was wrong:

"Aren't these kinds of things common in the Divine Realm? It's because they're weak. If they're weak, they should be prepared to be weak."

The law of the jungle prevails; it has always been that way.

He has ended up like this today only because he was less skilled than others; he should just accept his fate.

Wuma Xiu nodded, surprisingly agreeing:

"Of course I know that. After all, as long as there is desire, there will always be struggle. If you are not as strong as other gods, then you have to swallow your pride and bear it; you can't blame anyone else."

The Desert God was surprised that the other party would agree with him. He paused for a moment, then said, "Sea God, you really are as the rumors say."

From the conversation just now, he had already learned the identities of these two people: the Sea God and the Asura God.

He had only heard of the Asura God before; it was rumored that this god was ferocious and powerful, and that he loved to pierce gods with Spear.

But the Sea God was completely different from him.

Rumor has it that he is gentle, understanding, and protective of his own...

Seeing it today, I can confirm it's true.

In an effort to avenge those gods, they even mobilized the Asura God.

They must have paid a heavy price.

Perhaps he... misjudged that glance he gave me earlier?

Upon hearing this, Wuma Xiu covered his lips and chuckled, his eyes crinkling into a smile:

"Rumor?"

He sat cross-legged next to the Desert God, then reached out and helped him up as well, like two old friends having a heart-to-heart talk.

Then, he handed over a cup of golden-yellow tea:

"Come on, have a drink. Tell me what the rumors say about me."

The Desert God looked at the cup of yellow tea.

Yellow is his favorite color, and this feeling of being taken care of is very unfamiliar to him.

He took it with a slight tremor in his hand, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

The warm tea slid down his throat, bringing him a rare sense of peace.

It seems I was mistaken about that look in your eyes.

"Rumor has it you're very protective of..."

Before the Desert God could finish speaking, his face suddenly froze, and he spat out a mouthful of golden Divine Blood.

He looked down, and a slender hand disappeared into his chest.

The hand still groped inside his body.

The Desert God stared in disbelief at the face so close to his. The other's smile was as gentle as the wind, but the hand was like a cold knife, churning inside his body.

"You..." The Desert God's voice trembled, and golden blood kept gushing from the corner of his mouth.

"I just wanted to beat you up and take the Divine Core from your body."

Wuma Xiu spoke, he reached deeper into the water and finally touched something.

His eyes lit up, and his smile deepened.

The location of the Divine Core within Gods varies; some are in the skull, some in the heart, and some hidden in the abdomen...

The one from the Desert God was exceptionally deep, and it took him some effort to achieve it.

It only took a little more time.

He closed his five fingers and grasped the warm Divine Core.

The Desert God's pupils shrank sharply, and his entire face contorted in pain.

Wuma Xiu stared straight at him, his eyes devoid of any warmth, his lips always curved, like the gentlest executioner in the world.

The Desert God fell backward, golden Divine Blood gushing from the hole in his chest, soaking the yellow sand beneath him. His vision was beginning to blur, yet he stubbornly stared at that face.

It turns out he wasn't mistaken at first.

Those eyes, from the very first time they met, were already filled with Killing Intent.

Why...?

Just moments ago, the other person handed him a cup of yellow tea, helped him sit up, and even smiled as they asked, "What are the rumors about me?" How could they then, in the next second, be smiling as they slipped their hand into his chest?

Wuma Xiu withdrew his hand, sticky Divine Blood dripping from between his fingers. He tilted his head, pressed his clean hand against the center of his glasses, and a few specks of golden blood splattered on his face.

He didn't wipe it off, just let the trace slide down the side of his face.

"And now you're still asking why?"

Wuma Xiu chuckled softly, the sound fading gently at the end.