Why Does This Sound a Little Like a Male Ghost?

Wuma Xiu sighed, as if explaining to a child why it rains or stars shine. He tried to speak simply, without any embellishment, treating it as common knowledge that needed to be explained:

Kissing is something that not everyone can do.

"It involves feelings, timing, willingness, as well as sense of proportion and boundaries. It's not something you can just ask for with a simple 'I want it,' much less something that friends can casually ask for."

Even if it's just a joke, it shouldn't be taken lightly.

After listening, the God of Poverty tilted his head, blinked twice, as if he was seriously digesting the information, or as if he hadn't taken it to heart at all.

He glanced at Wuma Xiu, then at the God of Misfortune.

Suddenly, he grinned, revealing an expression that said, "I thought it was something serious."

"Oh, I see. Then it's almost like being friends. I want a kiss! A kiss! Don't worry, I can take responsibility!"

The God of Poverty hopped forward half a step, his eyes sparkling.

But this time, his attempt to charm and coax failed him.

Wuma Xiu had a wry smile on his lips:

"No. You didn't remember a single thing I just explained."

The God of Poverty was stunned, clearly not expecting to be rejected like this.

This was the first time he had ever been rejected.

Her fingers were still hanging in mid-air; the hand that had been trying to grab Wuma Xiu's clothes was now frozen in mid-air, looking somewhat helpless.

A moment later, the God of Poverty lowered his hand, pouted, and a hint of displeasure flushed the tip of his nose. He muttered something under his breath, something like "stingy," or perhaps "I'm not going to be friends with you anymore."

Wuma Xiu's eyes, hidden behind his glasses, indifferently surveyed the God of Poverty.

This kind of mentality is no different from that of a child. Perhaps one day he will be able to play with God of Wine.

That is why he chose the God of Misfortune.

He had no interest in such children, and his other purpose was simply to deepen the God of Misfortune's favor towards him.

After all, among the two gods, the god of God of Poverty and the God of Misfortune.

The latter is the most difficult to deal with.

But love... always blinds the gods.

There was a few minutes of silence among the three gods. Wuma Xiu, carefully controlling his emotions, said:

"Let's... go back."

The God of Misfortune nodded, the divine light on his hands behind his back still lingering.

The God of Poverty was still angry, but upon hearing this, he immediately grabbed Wuma Xiu's arm.

"Okay, let's go back quickly then. If you didn't agree earlier, how about you tell me about what happened before tonight?"

"Good."

The three gods returned to the Sea God Palace, while Wuma Xiu stared blankly at the other two gods until night fell.

The Demon God was indeed once the Sea God's best friend.

However, this Sea God is not entirely him.

To be precise, this is the background setting that comes with the character Sea God when Wuma Xiu is still "playing the game".

The original Sea God was simple: a Gods who embraced all things, gentle, kind, and generous... embodying all the positive images of the "sea" in the world.

Just like how Wuma Xiu usually presents himself to the outside world.

But by then he was getting a little tired of it.

A Gods who only knows how to smile gently is rather boring.

Thus, the hypocritical Sea God we know today came to be.

He initially estimated that he was half responsible for the changes in the Demon God, but ultimately, those choices were all his own.

However, I must say that today was truly a pleasant day!

Wuma Xiu's face was full of sorrow, but his heart was filled with joy.

Besides, surely no one actually thought he was serious before?

It only takes a second to get into character.

Besides, even if the Demon God were dead now and had no value to him, he wouldn't care in the slightest. Of course, when it came time to put on an act, he would also shed a few crocodile tears.

But that's all.

Oh dear, how could a god be so wicked?

But that's just how bad he is.

The God of God of Poverty and the God of Misfortune witnessed this scene, but lacking experience in comforting gods, they remained silent.

When they met, they were both completely immune to any sharp words.

Those cold words and sarcastic remarks fell on them as lightly as the wind.

They won't get hurt, and they don't need anyone's words of comfort.

But the Sea God was different; he was so gentle and cared so much about the other gods.

How heartbroken must I be now?

It's time.

The God of Poverty's eyes lit up, and he pounced, crashing onto Wuma Xiu's bed. He landed, rolled over, and wrapped himself in the blanket.

The god curled up into a bulging ball, with only a pair of bright eyes peeking out from above the blanket, staring at Wuma Xiu like a little animal that had claimed its den, waiting to be fed a bedtime story.

Compared to the God of Poverty, even the God of Misfortune seemed somewhat reserved as he strode over.

Wuma Xiu felt the intense gaze and picked up a chair, placing it beside the bed.

His lips curved slightly, and he said gently:

"Let me tell you my story with the Demon God."

He said he was "telling," but he was really just reciting the background setting he had seen back then. It was nothing more than the Demon God seeing that he had more and more friends and his possessiveness was growing, and finally he couldn't help but confess his love. After being rejected, he had the idea of imprisoning him.

When the truth finally came out, the two gods broke off relations completely.

An old grievance can be resolved in just a few words.

As Wuma Xiu spoke, he observed the expressions of the two gods, but other thoughts were swirling in his mind:

It sounds so good.

Now that you've heard it, you can't use that method on me anymore.

The God of Poverty listened intently, his face slowly scrunching up.

That Demon God is utterly despicable! He actually harbors such vile thoughts, even trying to imprison customs?

He grew angrier the more he thought about it, and wrapped himself in the blanket, twisting and turning on the bed like a puffed-up little pufferfish.

"Hai, don't be sad!"

Suddenly, the God of Poverty pulled an arm out from under the covers and patted his chest confidently:

"We just wished him well! He's going to have a lot of bad luck coming up!"

They will never let the god who bullied the Sea God get away with it.

This was the first time they had ever proactively offered a blessing to a god.

They had no idea just how bad things would get.

They just said so many "blessings" in one breath, so many that even they couldn't remember them all.

Thank you.

Wuma Xiu chuckled, raised his hand and gently ruffled the top of the God of Poverty's head.

The God of Poverty squinted comfortably, but before he could enjoy it for more than two seconds, he suddenly remembered something and elbowed the God of Misfortune, who looked dazed, next to him.

--What are you daydreaming about? Get moving!

The God of Misfortune was jolted awake by the impact, and only then did he belatedly regain his senses, his ears still red. He was racking his brains, trying to think of the first words of comfort he would ever say to someone in his life.

It must be special, especially reassuring, especially...

Special...

"From now on, you just need to keep your eyes on us. We won't betray you, we won't abandon you, we won't... Everything I have can be yours."

Upon hearing this, the God of Poverty nodded immediately:

"Yes! We are friends, we are family! That so-called Demon God, and the other gods, are not worth your sadness! We will always be with you."

Wuma Xiu looked at them, a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

After a moment, he nodded slightly. "... Okay."

What's so good about it? This looks a bit like a male ghost.

And who will always be there for me?

Ha, now that they know the truth, they probably won't know how to run away.