Demigod

The Dew God was no match for this; she jumped up, covered Wuma Xiu's mouth, and stammered:

"Brother Sea God, I... I suddenly remembered... I have something to do, I have to go now!"

After saying that, he took off running, running as fast as he could.

The cloak that the other person had been wearing recently lay forlornly on the ground.

Wuma Xiu watched the fleeing figure disappear into the distance and nodded in satisfaction.

That's great! Look at how lively he is, taking off running like that. He's completely different from his shy self before.

My method of prescribing medicine based on the illness was indeed effective.

He's really getting better and better at being a psychologist.

The Stream God rolled off the bed, still wrapped in a blanket, like a soft, squishy silkworm, until it stopped at Wuma Xiu's feet.

He peeked out with half his face, glancing curiously at the photos, his expression unchanged.

It's just a naked body, what's so interesting about that?

Don't we all look like this?

"Brother Sea God, why did Lu run away just now?"

He looked up, his eyes full of confusion.

Wuma Xiu crouched down, raised his hand and ruffled his messy hair, smiling gently:

"Don't ask, little one. You're still too young. You'll know when the time is right."

Suddenly, the Stream God stretched out both hands and grabbed Wuma Xiu's hand, puffing out his cheeks and emphasizing:

"I'm not young anymore!"

Although he looks young, aren't all Gods tens of thousands of years old?

He is definitely not small at all.

Upon hearing this, Wuma Xiu pulled him, blanket and all, into his arms, nuzzling his cheek against him, his eyes seemingly bathed in a warm light.

In my eyes, the stream is like a child. It's good that it stays this way.

After all, in his view, children become more cunning as they grow up and are no longer as cute.

Wuma Xiu looked at the cloak on the ground, threw several photos at it, and destroyed them all.

Since it's no longer useful, there's no need to keep it.

As dusk fell.

Wuma Xiu sent away the gods from the Sea God Palace one by one.

However, the palace doors remained open.

He sat down, crossed his legs, propped his chin up with one hand, and casually tossed the yellow Divine Core up and caught it, then tossed it up again... repeating this motion.

He felt no remorse what he had done.

There's no need to feel guilty.

The universe revolves, Gods rise and fall; this has always been the way.

The old god is dead, and the Divine Core will naturally choose its master.

Before long, a new Desert God will appear in this Universe.

Perhaps smarter, perhaps dumber.

Who knows?

As long as the Divine Core remains, the so-called Gods are like machines, capable of being replaced in batches.

If it's for repair, that's entirely possible.

Unfortunately, I don't have that ability.

Wuma Xiu put away the Desert God Divine Core and suddenly spoke:

You've exceeded your time limit.

The atmosphere in the hall shifted slightly, and a figure appeared, staggering.

"Your Excellency the Sea God... it's because someone intercepted us halfway..."

The man managed to speak.

"Being late is being late. I don't care about the process, I only care about the result."

Wuma Xiu interrupted him.

The man collapsed before he could finish speaking.

Wuma Xiu looked ahead; it wasn't him who had just attacked. He was happy to save himself the effort, but simply looked ahead with great interest.

Another figure stepped forward, walked up to him, and knelt down.

The other person kept their head down, their voice extremely steady:

"Your Excellency the Sea God, may I have the honor of serving you in his stead?"

The hall lit up.

The soft light of the luminous pearl spread inch by inch, illuminating the man's straight shoulders and his deliberately lowered eyebrows and eyes in the shadows.

Wuma Xiu lowered his eyes, looking at the person kneeling at his feet, his fingertips lightly tapping the knee.

At that time, after the God of the Scales left, Wuma Xiu notified a Demigod he had chosen a long, long time ago.

The original intention was for the other party to absorb the Divine Core and inherit the Divine Position of the Desert God, but unfortunately the other party... was not punctual.

How can a Demigod who can't even handle emergencies help himself?

If you die, you die.

However, this was an unexpected surprise.

"The Divine Power within you belongs to the Godslayer. Although the Godslayer is currently no match for the Asura God, no other god can stop him. You have betrayed him; why don't you come to me?"

Wuma Xiu reached out and lifted the man's chin.

Those eyes looked as if they were soaked in blood, or as if they had been tempered by fire.

A faint hint of interest flickered in his eyes.

The Demigod before him made no attempt to conceal his ambition, meeting his gaze openly and frankly displaying his desire. This straightforwardness was far more interesting than those fools who spout empty words of loyalty.

"My esteemed Sea God, I merely wish to climb higher."

Although the Godslayer bestowed Divine Blood upon him, enabling him to become Demigod and thus doing him a great favor, he was unwilling to remain Demigod forever.

Wuma Xiu released his grip on the other person's chin.

With a gentle flick of her other hand, she conjured a ball of clear water, washing the fingertips that had just touched the other's.

I like your answer. What's your name?

"Lord Sea God, my name is Mu Qian. Mu as in bathing, and Qian as in humility."

Mu Qian knelt on the ground, his head slightly lowered.

Wuma Xiu finally looked at him directly, and a very slight smile appeared on his lips.

Mu Qian is a good name.

Unfortunately, the word "humility" doesn't quite match the ambition that's practically overflowing from those eyes.

It's okay, though.

He never needs truly humble people around him.

Wuma Xiu threw the Desert God Divine Core on the ground.

"Here, take this. Also, remember what you said today. If you ever betray me, I will make sure you're not even Demigod."