Watching the Drama

Wuma Xiu turned his face away impatiently, not even bothering to look at him properly.

This God of the Scales neither sleeps with him nor sides with him; what good is staying here except to get in his way?

It's better to get rid of him early on, so as not to spoil his good mood.

Before the God of the Scales left, he asked unwillingly:

"And what about you? Are you a child prodigy?"

He refused to believe that a god whose entire heart was devoted to ambition and scheming would have the leisure to sleep with other gods.

Upon hearing this, Wuma Xiu was taken aback at first, then his eyes crinkled into a meaningful smile:

"No. I've slept with many gods. Want to know who I'm most satisfied with?"

He lies so easily.

The God of the Scales's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly went through the list of gods that the Sea God usually associated with in his mind.

All the tepid and timid waterways were excluded.

Based on his understanding of the Sea God, if this god really wanted to sleep with someone, he would most likely choose a god who initially disdained him, was aloof, or was extremely difficult to deal with. The more dismissive the god was, the more it would arouse the other person's desire to conquer.

But does the other party have such a god by their side?

The God of the Scales pondered for quite some time before finally feeling a bit restless.

I have absolutely no interest in this.

He looked up, met the other person's eyes, and then turned away with a flick of his sleeve.

Blue Butterflies rose and then disappeared.

Wuma Xiu looked at the empty space and laughed.

If the other person actually agrees, it might be quite interesting to tease them for a while.

Pity.

Su Qingci lay sprawled on the floor of the System Space, staring blankly at the ceiling, blood streaming down her face.

Fortunately, he was just a System, not a person.

Otherwise, given his host's ferocity, he would probably have died a glorious death from blood loss before the mission was even over.

This vest is so wild, it's making him tremble.

Su Qingci opened the Shopping Panel with trembling hands and began searching for things like Tiger Whip, Deer Antler Velvet, and Deep Sea Dragon Marrow.

I've heard these are very nutritious.

I need to stock up on more, just in case the host gets weak one day, or the Bedmate gets too weak and can't satisfy the host.

Come to think of it, he hasn't produced any content since he started using this new alias, his own host.

The reason, of course, is not fear of the Asura God's warning.

Hmph, how could he possibly succumb to threats?

It's not that the host is too powerful; words just can't capture his attention as much as reality.

He wiped the blood from his nose and got up from the ground.

On the River of Time, Blue Butterflies flutter.

The God of the Scales emerged from the swarm of butterflies and stood side by side with the God of Time, who had been standing there all along.

The river was calm, yet countless lights and shadows flowed across its surface.

The two stood side by side for a moment, and then the God of the Scales spoke first:

"Time, I heard you've been spying on a certain god lately."

The God of Time withdrew his gaze from the long river, his expression indifferent, seemingly unsurprised:

"Scales, isn't that Fate told you?"

He couldn't think of anyone else besides the God of Fate who would know about this.

The God of the Scales nodded slightly.

Of course, only the God of Fate would tell me this.

He really has too much free time on his hands.

"He's useless; he can't catch up with the Goddess of Beauty, and he's jealous of her closeness with other goddesses. He wanted to play some kind of imprisonment and being imprisoned drama, but he didn't have the ability, and those goddesses didn't like him either."

If the God of Fate heard these words, he would probably faint from anger on the spot. Yet, every word hit the nail on the head, leaving no room for rebuttal.

The God of the Scales silently swallowed this bombshell, suddenly gaining a completely new understanding of the unfathomable God of Fate.

So this is what they're really like in private.

Love is truly a magical thing!

The God of the Scales coughed lightly, as if wanting to say something, but then wondered if the God of Time would say something else.

After waiting a while, the other party didn't say anything.

His relationship with the God of Time and God of Fate was slightly better than that with the other gods.

"I'm here today because I want to ask about my future self..."

"It cannot be spoken of."

The God of Time interrupted the God of the Scales' question.

"Also, perhaps you should stay away from the Sea God."

This is a piece of advice; whether he listens or not is none of his business.

The God of the Scales pursed her lips, her expression not very pleasant.

He certainly understood the meaning of the God of Time.

He is the god who upholds justice.

But from another perspective, he is also the most detached and indifferent god in this Universe.

He is cold-hearted, but only knows how to be fair.

If a god who upholds justice were to have personal feelings, it would be an immense torment.

Therefore, he should stay away from the Sea God and, as he has for countless years before, guard that cold, indifferent Scales.

Impartiality is the essence of fairness.

The God of the Scales turned away from the God of Time.

The River of Time ruffled his sleeves, and the God of the Scales suddenly asked:

"Time, if one day your favorite god dies, would you defy your predetermined Fate for him?"

"Won't."

Just as a hint of understanding dawned on God of the Scales, the other party added:

He won't meet that Fate.

The God of the Scales turned around, staring at the other in shock.

In that instant, he felt a turmoil churning within him.

"You..."

I see.

No wonder... you left that possibility forever in the future.

The God of the Scales murmured softly.

For both sides, and for the Universe as a whole, this approach may be the best possible course of action.

But...

The God of the Scales suddenly thought of something and blushed.

If this long-time bachelor were to break his fast, well... um... he might go a little crazy...

Realizing she had been lost in her own thoughts, the God of the Scales wore a strange expression. She had only met the Sea God once, yet she had been somewhat led astray by him.

"Little Lu, take a closer look. This kind of male god is no good; he's obviously not suitable."

Wuma Xiu, holding a few photos, explained things to Dew God.

Dew God glanced at the photo once, and her face turned so red it looked like it could bleed; she wished she could disappear into the ground on the spot.

"When looking for a god, don't just look at whether the other person is handsome or not."

"That's all fake."

"Close your eyes, what does appearance matter? What matters is whether the hardware is up to par. If the performance is good, then it's truly good."

"What's the point of having something that looks good but is useless? Just to worship it?"

Wuma Xiu spoke eloquently, with a serious expression on his face, as if he had just come to understand something.