No Option to Refuse
Mu Qian stared at the Divine Core on the ground, his fingers trembling.
All of this made him feel like he was in a dream.
Wuma Xiu snorted coldly:
"You've schemed and plotted, but in the end you can't even muster this much courage? I don't keep useless people here."
To be able to intercept the Demigod he personally selected back then with such precision, he wouldn't believe it wasn't the result of painstaking planning and meticulous execution.
Such a person could not possibly be a fool.
But as clever as one may be, if one doesn't even have the courage to take that step, then one has no right to become a god.
"No, Lord Sea God, I... I was just too excited."
Mu Qian picked up the Desert God Divine Core.
So many years have passed.
He had finally waited for this day, for this moment when his wish might come true.
Wuma Xiu pointed at him, his voice calm:
"Let's begin. I can only offer a little help. If you can't get through it, don't blame me."
If one cannot become a god, then one is not worthy of his attention.
Mu Qian didn't ask any further questions and directly pressed the Divine Core into his body.
If he succeeds, he will be able to resurrect them.
Even if we lose, it will be a final farewell to this long-held obsession.
Wuma Xiu kept a close eye on his opponent, suppressing all fluctuations of Divine Power.
If not chosen by the Divine Core, one can only complete the test and be recognized by the Divine Core before it bursts the body. However, this step is enough to deter 99.999...9% of the beings in this world.
The help he provided to the opponent was to prolong the time it took for the Desert God Divine Core to burst the opponent's power.
To be honest, though, the process was rather boring.
A drop of seawater fell on Mu Qian.
The water shimmered in mid-air, forming a water curtain that played out the trials Mu Qian was undergoing.
After all, even this Investment God needs to take a good look at the other party.
Ten days and ten nights passed, Mu Qian opened his eyes.
This feeling was both familiar and strange to him.
This involuntarily reminded him of his first encounter with the Godslayer, and the transformation he underwent from human to Demigod.
Seeing his success, Wuma Xiu's indifference finally faded, replaced by a warm smile.
He circled around Mu Qian once, his tone softening slightly:
"Good. You can go find the God of Time now. You can continue doing what you used to do, such as gathering intelligence. I will inform you of any further arrangements."
"Remember, you don't have the option to refuse."
Mu Qian knelt on one knee and whispered, "Yes, Your Majesty, Sea God."
If he refuses, he'll probably end up like the previous Desert God.
Wuma Xiu raised his hand. "Get up. Now you are the Desert God, you don't need to kneel before me. Just call me the Sea God or the Sea outside."
"Yes."
Mu Qian got up from the ground and left the Sea God Palace.
The world changed in his eyes after he became a god. Feeling the Divine Power within his body, he finally understood why most Gods were so arrogant.
However... Sea God.
This Gods is as deep as the sea, and is extremely ruthless, cruel, and adept at disguise.
Moreover, he learned from the Desert God Divine Core that the other party was able to easily persuade that Asura God to take action.
Mu Qian glanced back at the Sea God Palace and disappeared a second later.
His name is Mu Qian, meaning "modest and humble like a gentleman."
But in this life, the word "humility" has long been irrelevant.
After Mu Qian left, Wuma Xiu felt much better. He needed a god who had no official connection to him to do some shady things for him.
After all, if someone does something repeatedly, even the dumbest god will eventually figure it out and see through their true colors.
Sigh, if he were truly so strong as to be invincible, why would he bother with all this trouble?
Simply suppress everything with violence.
Unfortunately, lacking real strength, they can only rely on "Divine Core charisma." To solidify their image, they naturally have to delegate the dirty work to others.
Wuma Xiu smiled gently, but his eyes were unfathomable.
To create a god with "Divine Core charisma," cultivating one's image is always of paramount importance.
Otherwise, it's like Xiu's face—good-looking, that's all.
But when the other gods saw it, they felt a chill creep up their spines, and their legs went weak.
Of course, this is on the premise that one's own strength is sufficient.
If you don't have the ability to control the situation, other gods will think you're deliberately provoking them.
However, Wuma Xiu believed he had already mastered this skill.
He is now infiltrating the lives of other Gods in every way, a subtle and insidious tactic that is difficult to defend against.
Even Gods cannot escape the seven emotions and six desires.
Where there are desires, there are troubles.
And at that point, he will provide a corresponding solution.
If the other party resolves the issue well, then his status in their heart will naturally be different from that of other unfamiliar gods.
That's all he needs.
Sea God's day is dull and uninteresting. He just needs to show his face before the Gods, assert his "gentle and reliable" presence, and incidentally play the role of an impeccable gentleman.
Su Qingci can attest to this.
The things that had made him blush just a few days ago now seemed like a thing of the past.
"I'm so bored!"
He closed his eyes and unconsciously uttered those words.
"If you're bored, go write your novels! But remember to portray me as gentle and kind; the rest is up to you."
Su Qingci opened her eyes and pinched her thigh hard.
--pain!
It wasn't a dream!
He paused for a moment, then grabbed the "Host Plaque pillow, kissed it hard, and let out a silly yet satisfied "hehehe" laugh.
Since that's the case, then he won't stand on ceremony.