A visit from the God of the Scales

Wuma Xiu drank for a while before raising his hand to pour a cup of Green Tea for the empty seat opposite him.

The tea soup fell into the cup with a soft thud.

Within fifteen minutes, the God of the Scales appeared with a swarm of Blue Butterflies. He intended to confront them directly, but Wuma Xiu seemed to have anticipated this, merely pointing to the opposite side with a casual tone:

"You're here. Have a seat. We can talk later. Have some Green Tea first to calm your temper."

The God of the Scales, interrupted in this way, felt as if a hole had been punctured in his chest, and much of his surging anger dissipated.

He pursed his lips, not in a hurry to speak.

God of the Scales actually sat down as instructed, picked up the cup of Green Tea, and without caring whether it was hot or not, tilted her head back and gulped it down.

The way he acted was as if he were drinking down a bellyful of pent-up frustration.

The God of the Scales originally thought he should be a seasoned veteran.

But every time I'm in front of the Sea God, I always feel like a greenhorn.

After finishing his tea, he put down his cup and stared straight at Wuma Xiu.

The gaze held both an accusatory tone and a sense of waiting for the other party to provide a plausible explanation.

Wuma Xiu slowly sipped his tea, pretending not to see the other person's eager gaze.

One hour later

The God of the Scales finally couldn't hold back and spoke first:

"Sea God, do you even know what you're doing? In just one day, several gods in the Divine Realm have already fallen. If this continues, not only will the balance collapse, but even the God of Fate might personally come after you."

Even if the God of Fate favors the Goddess of Beauty, love must yield to Fate.

The God of the Scales stared at Wuma Xiu, as if trying to force a hint of wavering from those perpetually smiling eyes. He knew that the Goddess of Beauty had gone to the God of Fate, and he also knew that the God of Fate loved the Goddess of Beauty.

He had thought about it when he arrived; the Sea God must have sent the Goddess of Beauty to stop the God of Fate.

Although the God of the Scales was unaware of the relationship between the Sea God and the Goddess of Beauty, which led the latter to intercept the God of Fate for his sake, he saw no way this would work.

Wuma Xiu simply curled his lips indifferently, as if he had heard a rather clumsy joke.

He spoke slowly:

"Do you think the God of Fate is unaware of what I'm doing right now?"

He looked up and met the intense gaze of the God of the Scales:

"Since he knew but did nothing, it means that everything I'm doing today was destined to happen. Since it's Fate, why would he come out to stop me?"

"Scales, you don't really think the Goddess of Beauty can stop the God of Fate, do you?"

The God of the Scales choked.

This sounded like sophistry, yet it was so sophistry that he couldn't find a way to refute it for a moment.

Oh, Fate!

Wuma Xiu chuckled softly, his tone tinged with confidence.

"If he comes in person, I might consider it. But if you're just worried for him, then sit down and have another drink."

As he spoke, he picked up the teapot again and poured the other person another cup.

The God of the Scales took out his Scales and found that although the Scales wobbled from time to time, they did not change much overall.

He stared at it for a moment, then put it away.

Ultimately, he was not the God of Fate, and this was all he could do. He could not stop the Sea God, nor could he change the inevitable chaos that would engulf the Divine Realm.

Perhaps, this struggle was truly destined.

Thinking about it that way, he realized he was starting to give up.

Never mind, if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up.

Let the floodwaters rise high, for Righteous Gods cannot drown them.

Even if they truly die, as long as their Divine Core remains intact, several new gods will emerge soon.

Gods may appear noble, but they are really nothing special.

With the Divine Core present, this Divine Realm never lacks substitutes.

Seeing his expression, Wuma Xiu knew he had come to his senses and smiled.

"Right? Things become much simpler if you think about it from another angle. Besides, I didn't really do anything. I just started a small fire; they couldn't hold back and started it. What does that have to do with me?"

Seeing his smug expression, the God of the Scales felt a sudden surge of anger within her.

He spoke as if it were unintentional:

"I've heard that the God of God of Poverty and the God of Misfortune are both with you now. Also, the Demon God seems to be having quite a run of bad luck lately."

He looked up, his words carrying a hidden meaning.

He didn't believe that the Sea God of Poverty God of Misfortune taking in a homeless god out of kindness. And the Demon God's repeated misfortunes were most likely due to a secret curse from the God of Misfortune.

This shows that the Sea God to take in those two was not out of pity.

Wuma Xiu pointed in a certain direction:

"They're not here right now. I told them I needed some free time to entertain guests, and they sensibly went off to play somewhere else."

He said this as if he were talking about his own mischievous children.

In the Divine Realm, the God of God of Poverty and the God of Misfortune, whom Gods avoid like the plague, sounded like two little guys who would go out to play together in his mouth.

The God of the Scales was momentarily dazed.

Perhaps the Sea God was indeed using them. But at least for now, they seemed genuinely happy.

Therefore, the God of the Scales often felt unable to see through the Sea God.

Whenever he thought he understood the other person well enough, the other person would smile and give him a rude awakening.

The god of the Sea God is too complicated.

It's as complex as the sea, with countless undercurrents hidden beneath its calm surface.

Both gentle and dangerous.

"What? Are you wondering again whether I'm a good god or a bad god?"

Wuma Xiu tilted his head, seeing through his thoughts.

"Don't overthink it. I'm just a simple-minded evil god. But, you know, if you want a horse to run, you have to feed it. My God is no match for other gods, so naturally I can only resort to this method."

Besides, while he sometimes envies the violent suppression, one Asura God among his Old Self is enough.

Even if he could, he wouldn't take that path.

Besides, although he occasionally coveted the path of violent suppression, ultimately, having one Asura God among his Old Self was enough.

If even he were to follow that path, he could subdue all things by Divine Power.

Even if this God Kingdom were built, it would be nothing more than another, larger arena.

That's not what he wanted.

Even if he could take this path, he wouldn't choose it.

Sea God doesn't want a group of gods forced to bow down by a Spear. Besides, Xiu's method can only subdue those strangely conceived Evil Gods.

He thought about it.

When the God of God of Poverty and the God of Misfortune returned, they were followed by several little tails.

These were none other than the Water God, the Stream God, and the Dew God.

The three gods peeked around cautiously behind, like three kittens who had been picked up along the way, each carrying a small bag of snacks.

When they entered the temple, they discovered that there was another god in the Sea God Palace. The god had long purple hair, held a golden Scales, and Blue Butterflies gathered and scattered around him. Just sitting there, he exuded a unique aura.

It looks extremely threatening.