I've Heard So Much About You

In the Divine Realm, the God of Fate has always been unfathomable in the eyes of the Gods, his smile ambiguous, his words full of mystery.

However, in the minds of a few gods, his image is bizarre and has nothing to do with the word "profound".

For example, Love God.

His assessment of the God of Fate gradually evolved from "Old Man Meat Number One" to "Old Man Meat Number One Who Gets Slapped in the Face Plus Love Rival."

He still remembers how confidently the God of Fate declared that he would never fall in love with any god. His aloof demeanor made him seem like someone who had severed all ties to love and was about to attain enlightenment...

But now...

Haha, if you're so capable, then don't like the Goddess of Beauty!

Therefore, Love God even prepared sarcastic remarks, intending to mock him mercilessly later.

Unfortunately, Fate is a cruel mistress.

Not only did he fail to make a mockery, but he was also infuriated by the other party's cryptic and ambiguous remarks.

For example, the God of Time.

His assessment of the God of Fate was just two words.

--[Annoying].

Because the God of Fate always likes to visit him whenever he has free time, sometimes sitting there for most of the day. He rambles on and on, rambling on about this and that, saying a bunch of things that seem plausible but are not.

They also always like to compare time and Fate, as if they wouldn't be satisfied unless they could prove themselves superior.

For example, the Goddess of Beauty.

His impression of the God of Fate became even more complex.

[Peeping Tom], [Pervert], [Riddle Master], [Show-off]...

A long list, each one unique.

For example, right now, the tag "[Perverted God]" has been triggered.

With a powerful stomp of her foot, the Goddess of Beauty crushed the chest of the God of Fate with a loud "thud."

"What? Still grabbing my ankle? If you dare to grab it again, I'll crush it piece by piece."

As he spoke, his gaze casually swept towards the manhood of the God of Fate.

The God of Fate froze, and almost instantly released his grip.

You can joke about anything, except this.

Even if he were the God of Fate, he could only be obedient for a second.

He slowly got up from the ground, his chest, like a flattened sponge, rapidly returning to its original shape.

"Mei, I was just joking."

He coughed lightly, his tone carrying a hint of ingratiation.

The God of Fate has always been flexible and adaptable, and possesses great self-awareness.

When it's time to be soft, never be hard for even a second longer.

"Jokes are okay, but don't go too far."

The Goddess of Beauty withdrew her foot, her smile radiant and captivating, her eyes sparkling with laughter. She added, "Otherwise, I'll go find my confidante and force-feed you a few bottles of those pills that will make you 'impotent' after you finish them. Then, we can still be best friends."

The God of Fate trembled.

Even with his abilities, the medicine might not actually work.

But just imagining that scene, he'd probably have to pray to the gods everywhere.

That would be so embarrassing.

Putting everything else aside, the God of Time would definitely be the first to jump out, and might even deliberately leave his River of Time just to make fun of himself. Don't doubt it, in human terms, that old geezer, the God of Time, is a wolf in sheep's clothing.

The God of Fate waved his hand repeatedly, his smile freezing slightly:

"No, no, no, I'll change right away. From now on, I'll only use words, not fists."

The Goddess of Beauty gave a soft snort and ignored him.

Only the God of Fate remained in place, silently wiping away his sweat.

Although he could see Fate, life had become monotonous, so before the Goddess of Beauty of Goddess of Beauty arrived, all he saw was himself holding onto her ankle.

He knew without even watching the rest of the story that he was going to get beaten up.

So he went and repeatedly relived what had happened before.

Wuma Xiu said that his Sea God Palace was almost like a kindergarten for the Gods. Every day, they would act cute, climb on the roof, and cry and fuss to win his favor... The gods had figured it all out. The Water Gods, who were originally quite naive, had all learned it, and even the Stream God had become a bit mutated.

Even gods are deeply influenced by their environment!

The significance of Mencius' mother moving three times to find the right environment for her son's education continues to grow!

"You guys keep playing, I'm busy right now."

Wuma Xiu is a troublemaker; he can't possibly waste all his time on these kindergarten kids.

As soon as he finished speaking, the noisy gods around him all fell silent.

Despite their earlier arguing and noise, they were actually keeping a close eye on the Sea God the whole time.

"Sea God, are you going out again?"

When the Water God asked this question, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welled up inside him. It was as if he had finally empathized with those gods who had always waited for him but never got to see him.

So this feeling really is agonizing.

"Yes, I need to go out for a bit."

Wuma Xiu raised his hand and ruffled the top of the Water God's hair.

"If Your Majesty the Water God is bored, you may visit the Goddess of Beauty. You've been staying with me lately; perhaps it's time to go and find true love."

These words startled the Water God.

Yes.

He hadn't gone out to look for the Goddess of Beauty in a long time.

I've felt unwell ever since I last saw you a few days ago.

But now... several months have already passed?

He was completely unaware.

The other water-type gods have been moved to tears lately.

Is the Water God finally giving up his path of "licking the boots"?

Sea God has a solution!

They've finally made it through!

From now on, you won't have to bow your head and cover your face when you go out, and you won't have to listen to other gods making sarcastic remarks like, "Isn't your Water God just a licking god?"

Their lineage, the Water God, has finally risen up!

Even after Wuma Xiu left, the Water God remained sitting there, dazed and blank, as if he hadn't yet recovered from the words "go to find the Goddess of Beauty."

Seeing his dazed expression, the God of Poverty's curiosity was piqued. He leaned closer, tentatively reaching out to poke the Water God's face.

No response.

He poked it again.

Still no response.

The Water God, who had just been fighting with him, now stood motionless, as if his soul had been taken away.

The God of Poverty rolled his eyes, revealing his wicked little tiger teeth, and grinned mischievously.

He finally got his chance.

People who do bad things always prefer to do it secretly.

Because they were afraid of being discovered.

Afraid of light, afraid of eyes, afraid of that sudden, unexpected reprimand.

So they always lurk in the dark like rats, choosing corners where no one can see them.

But the Sea God was never like that.

When he wants to do something bad, he will say the most considerate words and show the gentlest smile, just like he used to do to the Desert God, before stabbing them with the most vicious knife.

For example, right now.

He insisted on sitting in the brightest spot, impeccably dressed, with composed manners, chatting casually with people, offering them tea, and smiling in a harmless manner.

Wuma Xiu stretched out his arm and gently placed it on the table, his sleeve half-rolled up, revealing his long, slender, pale wrist.

He gazed at the god opposite him, smiling broadly:

"Love God, I have long admired your name."

"I'd like to ask you to help me find a Red Thread, is that alright?"