A Weakness for Cute, Cold-Faced Little Boys

The God of Misfortune expressionlessly withdrew his arm.

His heart was pounding.

--So cute.

That expression was so cute.

Don't let the God of Misfortune's perpetually cold face fool you; he's actually a die-hard fan of cute, adorable boys.

Wuma Xiu's face had stiffened from smiling, and he couldn't put on a smile again for a moment. His blank and helpless little expression hit him right in the heart.

The God of Misfortune picked up Wuma Xiu and tried to rub him against his cheek.

So soft, so cute.

If possible, I'd like to keep holding you like this...

A dark glint appeared in the eyes of the God of Misfortune.

Over the years, I've endured a lot of cold shoulders and rejection.

The Righteous Gods do not accept them, and the Evil Gods look down on them.

As a god who has never been treated kindly, the fact that he didn't immediately turn to the dark side is already the greatest kindness shown to this Divine Realm.

"Wh... what!"

The God of Poverty stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the God of Misfortune.

He was just... rejected?

I was actually rejected?!

"Ugh, you've changed! You used to always say yes to me!"

The God of Poverty was overwhelmed with emotions, feeling both bitter and bewildered, and didn't know what to do. They had been together for so many years, and had almost never competed with each other.

He thought that this time, the other party would nod lightly as before and let him do whatever he wanted.

But the God of Misfortune... refused.

The God of Poverty glanced down at Wuma Xiu again.

One second later.

Well, it's not entirely incomprehensible.

It's a soft, fluffy little thing, and it really... looks quite endearing.

He snorted, then squatted down to the side and started harassing Wuma Xiu with his fingers.

Poke her cheek, touch her hair, squeeze her little hand.

We were too busy kissing.

As the God of Poverty poked at it, his eyes began to change.

I wish the three of them could stay together forever!

Su Qingci was engrossed in the story, a maternal smile involuntarily spreading across his lips. He was completely absorbed in the story, yet he couldn't help but secretly anticipate the Asura might unfold.

Ideally, all the gods that their host has flirted with should be gathered together.

Then, a melodramatic "Do you love me, or do you love him?" drama unfolds, and that's what makes it truly exciting.

Just as he was enjoying himself, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the dark undercurrent in the eyes of the God of Misfortune.

Holy crap!

Something's off about that look in your eyes!

His "darkening" level is probably about to be maxed out!

He initially thought it was just his imagination, but to his surprise, the God of God of Poverty's eyes changed noticeably in just a short while.

Su Qingci in surprise and quickly shouted:

[Host! Host! Stop lying down! These two gods are about to turn evil!]

If things continue this peacefully, the host might be locked up in a dark room for some kind of "play" (a form of online harassment) at any moment!

Although... it seems... quite exciting too.

Su Qingci covered her nose and almost flew into the air.

He's written similar stories before, and they've become incredibly popular on Star Network, with ridiculously high readership.

As you can see with your own eyes, the impact is almost doubled.

Wuma Xiu naturally heard it too, but he remained as calm as a rock.

[Calm down, calm down, I've had experience with this before.]

Back in the day, he had encountered similar situations before.

Su Qingci looked at her host, who was now in such a terrible state, yet still had to maintain a harmless appearance, letting her touch her all over.

[Host, are you really sure you can handle this?]

This looks exactly like the kind of powerless protagonist he writes, waiting to be completely devoured!

But don't worry, host, once you're truly imprisoned, I'll summon a spirit to rescue you.

Wuma Xiu remained perched on the God of Misfortune's lap for a full ten days. As a seasoned master of fairness, he always valued impartiality. If the God of Poverty had clung to him for ten days, the God of Misfortune would naturally have to make up for it with ten more.

One side receives just enough, the other doesn't receive too much; it's a case of everyone getting their share equally.

Day 20.

Wuma Xiu finally sat up from the legs of the God of Misfortune.

He straightened his clothes and put on a polite smile again.

"Friends, I should go now."

After saying that, he swayed and returned to his usual appearance, calmly getting up from the legs of the God of Misfortune.

"It's been so many days, I should go back. Besides, I can't bear to leave my Creations behind."

Wuma Xiu spoke naturally, and his reasons were perfectly justified.

Upon hearing this, the God of Poverty stared at him expectantly, his face clearly saying, "Aren't you going to stay a little longer?"

It's only been twenty days.

For Gods with such long lifespans, twenty days is no different from twenty seconds in the eyes of mortals.

It only takes a snap of the fingers.

Also, aren't they friends?

If we're friends, why leave after only a short while?

He wanted to persuade the other person to spend more time with them, but he was afraid of appearing too clingy and making the other person feel that they were taking advantage of him.

The God of Misfortune remained silent, only lowering his eyes and gently stroking the Lucky Star hanging at his waist with his fingertips.

He tied the little star to his waist with a black rope.

He may be a bit cold by nature, but that doesn't mean he doesn't cherish this moment of warmth.

For the past twenty days, his world seemed to have been outlined with gold, shining unrealistically. Now that the other person is leaving, though he doesn't show it on his face, his heart feels empty and heavy.

A moment later, the God of Misfortune pointed at the Lucky Star and spoke:

"With this, we won't let any other gods suffer for a year. Can I... go back with you?"

"We... have no home."

Upon hearing these words from the God of Misfortune, the God of Poverty felt as if he had been enlightened.

Yes!

How could he forget that!

As long as there's Lucky Star around, the debuffs they're affected won't easily affect others.

Since the Sea God wants to go back, they will follow.

Shouldn't friends spend a lot of time together?

They were once disliked by the gods because bad luck followed them wherever they went, not because they didn't want to be near anyone.

But things are different now.

They also had the opportunity to be kept by someone's side.

"Yes, yes! We won't cause you any trouble! We promise we won't make a fuss!"

The God of Poverty quickly stepped forward and nodded vigorously.

"Besides, we can help you, and we can even help you chase away some troublesome things! Don't let our appearance fool you, we're pretty good at fighting! And we don't eat much, so we don't take up much space. Just think of us as... as..."

He stammered "yes" for a long time, unable to think of a suitable word.

Finally, he whispered:

"Is he/she a friend who will be with you temporarily, okay?"

Wuma Xiu lowered his head, as if he was considering whether or not to agree.

Neither the God of Misfortune nor the God of Poverty bothered him.

However, if these two gods could read minds, they would probably know what it means for a god to be wicked.

Because their actions played right into Wuma Xiu's hands.

Why give out Lucky Stars?

Do you really think he was just trying to gain favor by giving himself away for free?

Even if the God of Misfortune hadn't brought it up, he would have "suddenly realized" and made them follow him.

Thinking this, Wuma Xiu looked up and took the hands of the two gods:

"I didn't say I refused, it's just that my place isn't as lively as other places. If you come, please don't find it boring."

"Not at all!"

The God of Poverty almost slipped out.

The God of Misfortune also grunted in response.

Thus, Wuma Xiu, who came alone, returned with two shadows behind him.

"Ah—when will the Sea God finally return?!"

"Is this a moral decay or a distortion of human nature? The once most dedicated Sea God has actually vanished, just like the Water God!"

Inside the Water God Temple

The gods huddled together, their faces full of worry, sighing and lamenting.