The God of Lies' Request

As soon as the God of Poverty entered, his gaze was drawn to the furnishings in the hall.

Everywhere you look, you can feel the warmth of everyday life.

Several plates of unfinished pastries sat on the low table, a few well-worn books of mythology lay scattered Soft Couch, and several strings of seashell wind chimes, collected from who-knows-where, hung by the window, tinkling incessantly in the breeze...

The God of God of Poverty whispered, "This... this place is really beautiful."

"If you like it, stay here. There's a side hall to the east with the best sunlight; it'll suit you perfectly."

As Wuma Xiu spoke, he pointed to the other side.

"The west side is quiet, and at night you can see a whole Sea of Stars. I think you'll like it."

The God of Misfortune nodded slightly.

The two gods then settled down in the Sea God Palace.

The fact that the God of God of Poverty and the God of Misfortune had moved into the Sea God Palace was something that the gods of the water element tacitly kept quiet about.

On one hand, it was at the behest of the Sea God; the other party did not want any god to disturb them.

However, they have to say a few things here:

Even if word got out, the Sea God Palace would probably become a forbidden area, where it could be disturbed. However, this is what the Sea God said, so he must have his reasons for doing so.

On the other hand, these two couldn't really make a big fuss in their own territory.

At the end of a deep alley in an unknown part of a certain planet, there is an old tavern. The facade is old, the wooden signboard is weathered and the characters are mottled, and two red lanterns hang under the eaves.

This is an old-fashioned tavern with a prehistoric style.

Pushing open the door, the smell of alcohol hit me, and the warmth mixed with the sounds of people, creating a noisy atmosphere.

The dim lighting inside the shop evoked a dreamlike atmosphere, making each face appear as if veiled. People sat alone, drinking by themselves, or gathered in twos and threes, chatting, playing drinking games, and rambling on in a drunken stupor.

In the innermost part, all the noise automatically avoids that area.

The noise subsided there, leaving only two figures sitting opposite each other, completely out of place amidst the mundane world around them.

"Teacher, you still really like drinking Moon Among the Pines."

The gray-eyed man rested his chin on his hand, dressed in a very simple black outfit with his clothes loose, his handsome features exuding a hint of wickedness.

"Don't you also like Evening Mountain Sip?"

The person opposite him was wearing a light-colored long robe with the cuffs slightly rolled up, revealing a section of pale wrist.

At first glance, he looks like a refined young nobleman who has stumbled into the mortal world.

He held a stemmed glass between his fingertips; the wine inside was pale blue, and with a gentle swirl, wisps of silvery steam rose to the surface.

A "ding" sounded.

Two stemmed glasses gently clinked together, the liquid inside rippling and reflecting two smiling faces, each with its own thoughts.

The gray-eyed man rested his chin on his hand, his gaze falling on the other person's gold-rimmed glasses. Behind the lenses, the eyes, illuminated by the dim light in the room, appeared hazy yet gentle.

But he knew it was just a facade.

"Teacher, I still prefer you when you take off your glasses."

Wuma Xiu slowly took a sip of wine.

The crisp liquor slid down my throat, its warm aroma carrying a hint of mountain coolness.

He smiled and took off his glasses.

Without the lenses obscuring them, those icy blue eyes were revealed, their color so clear it was almost chilling.

He was clearly smiling, yet he inexplicably gave off a chill.

"How about I show you enough for today?"

The grey-eyed man opposite chuckled softly, twirling his wine glass between his fingers.

"Great, the teacher is still the most pleasing to the eye."

Wuma Xiu set his glasses aside and said calmly:

"You suddenly asked me out, it can't just be because you want to see my face. Or do you want to do That Matter back then again?"

The gray-eyed man smiled, his tone intimate and casual:

"Teachers are always so smart. Don't worry, I'm not one of those Righteous Gods. If it weren't for your teachings back then, I'd probably still be a clueless person."

He looked up, a flicker of unfathomable light in his grey eyes. This god was none other than the one in the Divine Realm most adept at distorting truth and manipulating hearts...

--The God of Lies.

The God of Lies' statement is indeed true.

Evil Gods are just that strange; they act entirely on their whims, without any rhyme or reason.

"Speak, what is it?"

Wuma Xiu leaned back in his chair.

He knew the God of Lies all too well. Don't be fooled by the guy's constant use of "teacher" and the exceptional respect he showed. Since the other party didn't care about the lessons he had taught him in the past, he naturally wouldn't develop any real respect for him just because of the title "teacher."

Now, all I need is a favor.

He knew what it was without even having to think about it.

After all, last time, he had openly and legitimately taken Xiu away right in front of the other party.

The God of Lies downed his drink in one gulp, then leaned closer, looked around, and said:

"The teacher's judgment is incredibly accurate."

"I'd like to hear your story with the Asura God. Also, if possible, could you tell me how to win over the God of Asura God?"

The more impossible something is, the more he wants it.

The more unattainable something is, the more satisfied he feels the moment he gets it.

Just thinking about that feeling makes him tremble with excitement.

After hearing this, Wuma Xiu looked at the God of Lies with a half-smile for a long time. He raised his wine glass, gently swirled it in his hand, and the wine inside shimmered with tiny sparkles, but he did not drink it.

"You know my rules. If I tell you, what can you give me?"

Upon hearing this, the God of Lies raised a finger.

Wuma Xiu shook his head.

He raised another one.

Wuma Xiu shook his head again.

The God of Lies raised a third one. "Teacher, three things, no more. Any more and I'll be at a disadvantage."

"Can."

Wuma Xiu raised his hand and touched the God of Lies' brow with his fingertip.

A memory has passed.

Being a god does offer some advantages.

After passing the message, he withdrew his hand, took out a silk handkerchief, and began to wipe the fingers that had just touched the other person.

After absorbing that memory, the God of Lies opened his eyes and witnessed this scene.

"Teacher, do you dislike me that much?"

His tone was half-serious, half-joking, tinged with a hint of resentment.

Wuma Xiu casually tossed the handkerchief aside, his expression indifferent. "It's just a personal habit, not something I'm targeting you with."

He took out a luminous pearl and pushed it in front of him.

"This is for you."

The God of Lies took it, and with a single probe inside, instantly understood everything. The corners of his mouth gradually turned upward, and he could no longer suppress his smile, bursting into laughter, which then turned into maniacal laughter.

He abruptly stood up, leaning forward to approach Wuma Xiu, his grey eyes gleaming eerily.

"Teacher, if it weren't for Asura God, I simply... I simply couldn't control myself! I really want to know, was everything you did... all calculated?"

"Back That Matter, were you... also plotting against me?"

The luminous pearl contained the first thing the other party wanted him to do. The fact that the other party took it out in advance clearly meant that they had anticipated the current situation. Or rather, from the moment the other party specially rushed to the Asura God's Temple and took Asura God away, they had already been waiting for him.

Wuma Xiu took a slow sip of his wine, a faint smile on his face as he set down his glass. Then, he reached out and gently stroked the side of the God of Lies' face with his fingertips, slowly sliding down to his chin.

He suddenly pulled the ball closer, forcing his opponent to get even closer.

"How could that be? You've called me 'teacher' so many times. Besides, these choices weren't made for you."