Demon God
In the Divine Realm, there are many gods who appear honest and gentle. They are usually quiet and do not fight or compete, but once they start to fight, the Gods will be surprised to find that these gods are even more ruthless than those who talk tough all day long.
You can't judge a book by its cover, and the same goes for gods.
Some prejudices, however, are like ancient, towering mountains, difficult to shake.
Take, for example, the God of Lies.
Because of his Divine Office, the Gods felt that he did not speak a single word of truth.
He has almost no credibility in the Divine Realm.
Wuma Xiu wasn't worried at all that the God of Lies would expose his true colors.
Because nobody will believe it.
Let alone Righteous Gods, even those unruly Evil Gods mostly just treat the God of Lies as a source of amusement.
Even if one day he points at the Sea God in public and says:
"He's faking it all."
The Gods, upon hearing this, would likely just scoff and dismiss it as mere sowing discord.
The God of Lies himself is fully aware of this.
However, he never even considered giving it a try.
Because it's so stupid.
Doing something so stupid would only give the other gods something to watch and earn you some overt or covert retaliation from your teacher—it would bring you absolutely no benefit.
Moreover, given the close relationship between the other party and Asura God, it's entirely possible that just one word from him could result in him being imprisoned by Asura God for tens of thousands of years.
He wouldn't give the God of Desire any chance to take advantage of him!
No way!
Moreover, precisely because of the other party, his lies are now nine parts truth and one part falsehood.
Truth and falsehood are mixed together.
No one dares to believe everything, and no one dares to disbelieve everything.
This, ironically, became his source of amusement.
It's like dancing on a knife's edge, or reining in a horse at the edge of a cliff.
And this is what he enjoys most.
The God of Lies believes he has a great grasp of emotions, but there are always exceptions.
For example, a God of Desire mind is filled only with colors.
That guy always manages to break through his defenses by sheer coincidence.
For example, today the Asura God actually showed him some rare favor and caressed him once.
When that hand came down, he even stopped breathing for a moment.
For example, now...
The God of Lies felt a slight pause in his breathing.
Too close.
They were so close they could smell the cool, refreshing fragrance emanating from each other, like moonlight seeping into seawater—both cool and alluring.
He was so close that if he leaned forward just half an inch more, he could touch those lips that always held a faint smile...
The God of Lies felt a slight sluggishness in his breath, and his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
He was convinced that the Sea God was seducing him.
He never expected that the other party would wake up like this... If the God of Desire hadn't been right under his nose all along, he would have suspected that the other party had gone to see the God of Desire and had received special training.
"Teacher..."
The God of Lies felt a tightness in his throat, and his grey eyes grew even more somber.
It's like a spark falling into a haystack, ready to ignite at any moment.
But the god opposite him didn't even twitch an eyebrow.
He almost leaned forward a little more to test whether the smile on his lips was genuine.
But Wuma Xiu let go at that moment and put his gold-rimmed glasses back on. With the lenses covering his eyes, his overly cold blue eyes were replaced by a gentle and refined look.
"If you don't do things right, I'll have your Asura God... throw you away."
After saying that, Wuma Xiu got up and left.
The God of Lies, clutching the luminous pearl, watched his retreating figure grow smaller and smaller, and chuckled softly.
"Teacher, a god as wicked as you should be locked up."
If any of the Righteous Gods could truly imprison the Sea God, the Divine Realm would likely be 30% peaceful within three years. Unfortunately, that certain god is far too good at pretending. So good that even this treacherous, lying Evil God can't help but want to applaud.
But isn't chaos a good thing?
The more chaotic things are, the more interesting the story becomes.
But you promised to let me see as much as I wanted? Why did you leave after only taking off my glasses?
That's so boring.
Once the figure had completely disappeared, the God of Lies casually turned his head and began toying with the luminous pearl in his hand.
The beads are entirely dark blue.
He ran his fingertips over the surface and curled his lips into a smile.
The matter wasn't too difficult for him.
But if other gods were to do it, it would probably be a completely different level of difficulty.
Wuma Xiu was in a good mood.
Even when no one was around, a hint of contentment lingered in his eyes. He had just come away from a pleasant game of chess, and even the hem of his clothes seemed light and carefree.
Unfortunately, this good mood didn't last long.
He had just passed through a nebula when he suddenly stopped.
Not far ahead, a figure stood in the void, seemingly having been waiting for a long time.
Black hair, wolf tail.
A pale neck was revealed beneath the half-open collar, and a dark tattoo snaked down to the Collarbone. The god stood there, half his face hidden in the shadows where the starlight couldn't reach, and said nothing.
The smile on Wuma Xiu's lips slowly faded, and the joy in his eyes vanished completely at that moment.
"You, what brings you here?"
"Given our relationship, can't I even come to see you?"
The other person's gaze lingered greedily on his face, as if trying to etch his entire being into their eyes.
He is Demon God, formerly the Sea God... and outwardly the best friend.
Ever since he heard that the Sea God had awakened, he had wanted to come and see him.
"I told you before, our friendship vanished the moment you made that decision." Wuma Xiu's voice turned cold, but his eyes involuntarily reddened. "You only ever treated me as your possession."
After he finished speaking, he looked away and turned to fly in another direction.
The Demon God flickered and blocked his path once more.
They were only one meter apart.
The Demon God stared at Wuma Xiu's slightly reddened eyes, and felt a strange sense of joy in his heart. Did the other still have a place for him?
He pleaded humbly:
"Twilight of the Gods is over. Let bygones be bygones, shall we?"
Wuma Xiu hurriedly raised his hand and pressed the frame of his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
After a long while, he finally said in a low voice:
"A broken mirror can't be mended. The current situation is better for both of us. Leave now; my friend is coming to pick me up."
Upon hearing the word "friend," the Demon God felt as if his chest had been pierced by countless needles.
His friendship with the Sea God was once the envy of Gods in the Divine Realm. But later, his own possessiveness led him to do something that plunged that friendship into the Abyss.
His voice was hoarse.
"Hai, have you made other friends? Can I meet him later?"
The Demon God didn't actually want to see any friends; he just wanted to stay a little longer.
Saying one more word to the other person, or looking at them more often, is always a good thing.
As they were talking, two streaks of Flowing Light rapidly approached from a distance.
The God of Poverty and the God of Misfortune flew to Wuma Xiu's side, one after the other.
"Hai, we've come to pick you up."
The God of Poverty lunged at Wuma Xiu, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist, the entire god practically hanging on him.
Although it had only been a day, he felt like they had been apart for a long time.
He tilted his head back and looked at Wuma Xiu with eyes that were so soft they seemed to be pleading:
"Can we sleep together again tonight?"
Perhaps because he had just started a family and didn't feel very secure, the God of Poverty especially liked to stick close to Wuma Xiu, as if he wanted to get something from him to enhance his sense of security.