Yeah, I'm Asking for a Beating

The Godslayer stared at the text, a vein throbbing on his forehead.

Who cares what you're doing!

Even though they know the truth perfectly well, they still pretend to know it all and ramble on about unrelated things.

That's why he didn't want to see these gods.

They open their mouths and say "It's Fate," then shut up and say "Time will tell"... Their words are all cryptic, as if they have eight hundred riddles stuck in their throats.

He really can't hold on any longer!

He wanted to stab them! But before he could draw his sword, they would vanish without a trace.

The Godslayer crossed out the message.

--never mind.

He should find a god he can fight to calm himself down.

"Desert God, you may leave now. If you find any clues later, come and tell me." The Godslayer suppressed his irritation, glanced at Mu Qian, and added, "Also, as fellow Gods, you need not bow to me anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking,

The Godslayer raised his hand and gently clenched it in the void. A faint wisp of blood-red divine light seemed to condense, turning into specks of starlight before dissipating.

This completely severed their connection.

From now on, bridges will remain bridges, and roads will remain roads.

Mu Qian was slightly taken aback, then lowered his eyes and said in a low voice:

"Yes, Godslayer. If you ever need my help in the future, please let me know."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the Godslayer Temple step by step.

Only after leaving the area of Godslayer Temple did Mu Qian leap into the air and speed away into the distance.

After flying a considerable distance, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and glanced at the black and red palace in the distance.

He gently shook his head.

In truth, Mu Qian knew the answer.

The Godslayer wouldn't ask me for help.

This is a common flaw among Gods: extreme arrogance.

They value face and dignity, and would never bow down to Gods weaker than themselves. It's as if the simple phrase "help me" is some great disgrace, an insult to their Divine Core.

However, Mu Qian, who was originally a human, did not have this problem.

For him, asking for help was not shameful.

"Mei, what brings you here today?"

The God of Fate smiled obsequiously and quickly brewed a pot of tea. This tea was no ordinary tea; he had recently snatched it from the God of Time.

"What, can't I come?"

The Goddess of Beauty gave him a half-smile.

"Or do you have an appointment with other gods today? If so, I'll take my leave now, giving you ample time to discuss this."

As he spoke, he made a move to get up.

"No, no! No other gods are coming today. Even if there were, they're not here now."

The God of Fate darted forward and quickly stopped the person.

As he spoke, he picked up the teapot and poured a freshly brewed cup of tea for the Goddess of Beauty.

Steam rises, and the aroma of tea fills the air.

Then, the God of Fate sat down opposite the Goddess of Beauty, picked up his teacup, gently blew on it, and slowly took a sip.

It tastes good.

Things smuggled from the God of Time are indeed good.

Next time I'll have to "take" more.

Seeing this, the Goddess of Beauty smiled slightly and also picked up her teacup.

He looks good no matter what he does.

The act of serving tea, bowing one's head, and taking a small sip—every movement, as seen by the God of Fate, was exquisitely beautiful.

He could stare at it for a long time just looking at it.

The Goddess of Beauty put down her teacup, looked up, and asked with a smile, "Is it beautiful?"

The God of Fate answered without hesitation, "Of course you are beautiful."

Things like this don't require any thought at all.

The Goddess of Beauty was very satisfied with this answer.

After three rounds of tea, the atmosphere was just right.

The God of Fate suddenly sighed for no apparent reason, his gaze falling back on the Goddess of Beauty:

"Beautiful, this is your first time visiting my Fate Temple. If only you had come here solely for me."

He is the God of Fate, not a fool.

He knew perfectly well that the other party was using him.

However, he didn't really care about these things; in his view, as long as his Fate could be greatly changed, that was enough. His recent actions were simply meant to serve as a warning to those increasingly outrageous people and gods.

Of course, he would never say such a thing.

If they find out, they won't come again next time.

"Yeah, otherwise why would I be here?"

The Goddess of Beauty didn't deny it at all; that's just how things are, and he couldn't be bothered to cover it up.

Perhaps this is the biggest difference between him and the Sea God.

If it were the Sea God facing this situation, he would surely embellish his words, speaking in a way that is both tactful and beautiful, making people believe it even though they know it's a lie, and unable to resist being moved.

"That's cruel."

The God of Fate chuckled softly, resting his chin on one hand, but there was not a trace of displeasure in his eyes.

"However, I like that about you too."

As he spoke, a plate of emerald green tea snacks suddenly appeared in his other hand, which he gently placed on the table and pushed over.

"There will probably be many more cases like this in the future."

"Come on, eat slowly."

The Goddess of Beauty glanced at him and accepted it without any hesitation.

If there's food, why not eat it?

The Goddess of Beauty ate slowly, her every movement as elegant as a painting.

The God of Fate was right across from him, staring at him intently.

At first, her gaze held a hint of appreciation, but as she looked on, something seemed to come to mind, and the tips of her ears slowly turned red.

When only one piece remained on the plate, the Goddess of Beauty stopped, touched the pastry with her fingertip, and looked up at the God of Fate:

"You feed me."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the hand of God of Fate reached out.

He picked up the emerald green pastry with two fingers and carefully brought it to the Goddess of Beauty's lips, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to smile.

This was the part he was most looking forward to.

This is also one of the important reasons why he is in such a good mood today.

The Goddess of Beauty clicked her tongue softly at his undisguised manner.

This is why he doesn't particularly like dealing with the God of Fate. No matter what he does or thinks, or even before he speaks, the other party already knows everything.

It's completely meaningless.

He opened his mouth, took a bite of the tea snack, and gave the other person a light but not overt glare.

The God of Fate was already ecstatic.

This feeling of elation was more captivating to him than seeing Fate a thousand times over.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

The Goddess of Beauty spoke with a barbed tone, her words sarcastic and unsettling.

Even the God of Fate didn't pretend, and nodded honestly:

"Awesome. It would be even better if we could do it together."

The Goddess of Beauty rolled her eyes. "Dream on."

He doesn't want to sleep with the God of Fate. They're not even together yet, and the other person is already weird enough.

If they really got together, wouldn't that be terrible?

He had to reject this kind of male god.

Besides, how could he possibly put all his eggs in one basket? There's a whole forest waiting for him to protect.

The God of Fate sighed, a hint of regret in his voice:

"If you were any weaker, I could just fuck you up."

The Goddess of Beauty smiled slightly and stood up.

Then, he raised his fist and slammed it down.

Thump!

He deliberately grabbed the other man before striking him, to prevent the bastard from being sent flying. Then came a few more thuds, and finally, he stomped the God of Fate to the ground.

The Goddess of Beauty looked down upon the God of Fate, her feet planted firmly on his chest, her smile both beautiful and dangerous.

"Fate, are you asking for a beating?"

The God of Fate lay supine on the ground, and could still laugh.

He reached out and gently grasped the ankle of the Goddess of Beauty, which was resting on his chest, his eyes burning with what seemed like two eerie flames.

"Yeah. Who told you to never look me in the eye? This is the only way I can do it."