Lucky Star

The God of Misfortune looked down at Wuma Xiu:

"Are you the Sea God? Why aren't you running? Aren't you afraid of perishing?"

Ever since that incident in the 44444th year of the Age of the Gods, Gods in the Divine Realm who saw them would change their expression and run away. But this person in front of them not only did not run away, but also smiled gently and calmly, which was really strange.

However, they were not unfamiliar with this god.

After all, in this vast Divine Realm, the Sea God is one of the few beings who does not hold stereotypes about other gods because of his Divine Office.

Previously, the God of God of Poverty and the God of Misfortune had also been prejudiced, assuming that all the gods feared them.

Wuma Xiu retorted, "Why are you running? You won't hurt me."

That's the truth.

The God of God of Poverty and the God of Misfortune rarely take the initiative to harm other gods, but they cannot control the ever-present debuff.

Although the impact of the separation of the two gods would be greatly reduced, even so, almost no god would be willing to form a close relationship with them. Because of their similar circumstances, over time, the God of Poverty and the God of Misfortune would often come together and become close friends.

Although they were still disliked by the Gods, they were fortunate to have each other and were relatively happy.

The God of Misfortune offered a quiet reminder:

"Then you'd better be careful from now on, don't die. Otherwise, the other gods will hold us accountable for this."

Even though so much time has passed, he still vividly remembers that incident. It was from that time onward that his situation became increasingly difficult, and he became an inescapable source of calamity in the eyes of the Gods.

Upon hearing this, Wuma Xiu remained calm and composed.

He flicked his wrist, and a small, exquisite star pendant instantly appeared. The little star was shimmering with Flowing Light, as if tiny golden rays were moving within it; it was clearly no ordinary object.

"As luck would have it, I'm good friends with the God of Luck and the God of Wealth, and this is a [Lucky Star] they gave me."

"The two cancel each other out, so I'll be fine."

The Lucky Star carries the blessings of both the God of Luck and the God of Wealth.

The God of Poverty had initially been somewhat uninterested, suddenly brightened up upon hearing the words "Lucky Star." He took a few steps to Wuma Xiu's side, bent down, and stared intently at the Lucky Star hanging at his waist, his eyes seemingly sparkling with starlight.

Is this the Lucky Star?

It's beautiful.

She's even more alluring than the rumors suggest.

Due to their Divine Office, they rarely interact with the God of Luck and God of Wealth on a daily basis, except for the Gods meeting of all the gods where Gods must be present; otherwise, even the chance of passing by each other is extremely rare.

After all, one side is experiencing utter misfortune, while the other is Fortune Shines Bright.

Even if they are heading to the same place, they will always miss Shengsheng along the way for various inexplicable reasons.

The God of Poverty was so engrossed in watching that he couldn't resist reaching out his hand, as if to touch the Flowing Light little star. But just as his fingertips were about to touch it, he gently withdrew his hand, whispering:

"That's great."

If given a choice, who would willingly bear the Divine Office of being the "God of Poverty" and the "God of Misfortune"?

It would be better to be God of Calamity.

After all, even God of Calamity god wouldn't be avoided by all the gods like the plague wherever he goes.

What's more, this is Lucky Star symbolizing the gods of God of Luck and God of Wealth.

I really want to touch it.

Even just a light touch would be appreciated.

However, in the end, the God of Poverty forced himself to look away and pursed his lips.

--never mind.

The God of Misfortune glanced at the Lucky Star a few more times, his gaze deep but his emotions unreadable.

They had no inherent animosity towards the God of Wealth or the God of Luck; their conflict stemmed solely from their Divine Office.

Seeing this, Wuma Xiu smiled slightly and took out two more Lucky Stars, handing them over.

"Do you like it? If you do, take it. I have more."

His smile was gentle, and the single gold chain on the side of his face swayed slightly with his movements.

"I only have one condition: can we be friends?"

The God of Poverty paused, then looked up at him.

He had seen too many gods avoid them like the plague, but none had ever smiled so naturally as the Sea God before him, and even asked, "Can we be friends?"

He hesitated for a moment, then finally reached out and carefully took one of the coins.

"You... don't regret it?"

If the other Gods in the Divine Realm knew that he was making friends with gods like them, they would probably have some complaints, and might even distance themselves from the Sea God.

Why regret it? I'm just making friends with the gods who catch my eye.

Wuma Xiu answered frankly.

The God of Misfortune looked at him, and after a moment, finally reached out and took away the other Lucky Star.

"Alright, from now on we're friends. We'll help you if you need it."

He has a habit of thinking about the worst-case scenario.

The worst-case scenario is that the other party has ulterior motives and wants to use them.

But at least for now, the Lucky Star that the other party handed over was real, and its warmth was real too.

The joy they felt was genuine.

Upon hearing this, Wuma Xiu's smile deepened, and the single gold chain swayed gently in the light, reflecting a few shimmering fragments of Flowing Light.

"Then it's settled. From now on, we're friends. If you ever need anything, feel free to come to me, friends!"

The word "friends" was pronounced with a slight upward inflection at the end, carrying a touch of friendly banter.

The God of Poverty felt a sudden heat rise to his face, a blush spreading from the tips of his ears, and his gaze drifted away somewhat uncomfortably.

This Sea God is just too good-looking.

Seeing this, Wuma Xiu's eyes crinkled into a smile, and he suddenly stepped forward, gently pulling the person into his arms.

"Friend, you're so cute. Can I hug you?"

"You... you've already hugged him."

The God of Poverty's face turned bright red, just like a ripe apple.

He subconsciously twisted his body, but did not push the person away.

Is this what it feels like to be hugged?

So this is how warm it is.

The God of Misfortune merely glanced at them before shifting his gaze to the distance.

He didn't find it strange that Wuma Xiu was embracing the God of Poverty.

After all, if we set aside the prejudice brought about by the identity of "God of Poverty", the God of God of Poverty is exquisite and beautiful, and has a charming personality, so he is naturally easy to like.

But the next second, Wuma Xiu suddenly let go of God of Poverty, turned around and hugged him tightly again.

Caught off guard, the God of Misfortune bowed his head in astonishment.

The person in his arms tilted their face up and smiled innocently.

"You..."

Unfortunately, the God of Misfortune, after uttering "you" for a long time, couldn't come up with a follow-up.

He was uncharacteristically speechless for a moment.

While the Sea God had been gentle and polite when they were together, he didn't seem like such a straightforward person. Could it be that they've suddenly become so intimate just because they've become "friends"?

"What's wrong? Can't I hug you?"

Wuma Xiu seemed to notice his stiffness, glanced at the two gods with a puzzled look, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.

He released his grip, took two steps back, adjusted his glasses on his nose, and spoke apologetically:

"Sorry, I thought all my friends were like that."

"I'm sorry if this has caused you any trouble. I'll be more careful in the future."

His retreat made the embrace seem pure and natural, completely devoid of ulterior motives.

Upon seeing this, the God of Poverty quickly waved his hand:

"No, no problem! I like it very much. In the future... in the future I can hug you more..."

After saying that, he realized he had answered too quickly, and his blush deepened.

The God of Misfortune turned his head away, gave a low "hmm," and said no more.