I Was Like a Complete Idiot for Being Wary of Them

Who knows?

I went out for a while and came back to find my house had been robbed.

The God of God of Poverty and the God of Misfortune exchanged a glance, like two cats returning from a wild outing, suddenly finding a guest with ill intentions in their home. Their expressions turned cold almost simultaneously, distant and wary.

Within the Divine Realm, they had long been accustomed to being treated unkindly.

The God of Poverty was shrouded in an aura of misfortune.

God of Misfortune often follows wherever it goes.

Other gods avoided them like the plague, and who would give them even the slightest bit of kindness? In those years, they lived like rats in the human world. Apart from the Sea God, no other god took them seriously.

So at this moment, no matter how upright the newcomer sits or how noble their demeanor, in their eyes, they are no different from those gods who once watched coldly from the sidelines.

Since that's the case, there's no need to be nice to them.

They were like two cats guarding their food, with their tails tucked together and their eyes uniformly cold.

The atmosphere in the hall froze subtly for a moment.

The God of the Scales naturally noticed the attitudes of these newcomers. He didn't intend to pay them any attention, but when he looked up, he met the wary eyes of the God of Poverty and the God of Misfortune.

The Sea God Palace was more bustling than he had imagined.

However... whether these gods are pitiful or fortunate is hard to say.

The God of the Scales withdrew her gaze from the crowd, nodded slightly, and gave a brief self-introduction:

"I am the God of the Scales, and I will be staying at the Sea God Palace for a while."

What is your relationship with the sea?

The one who asked the question was the God of Poverty, who had his arms crossed and a wary look in his eyes.

Now, in the Sea God Palace, his close friend God of Misfortune, is a man of few words.

Even the God of Poverty wouldn't rely on him.

As for the three gods— the Water God, the Stream God, and the Dew God — the God of Poverty initially felt that they were newcomers and was instinctively wary of them, thinking that since their relationship with the Sea God was unusual, they must be quite formidable.

But after spending more time together, he realized that he had been a complete fool, always on guard and cautious in everything he did.

The Water God seemed to have nothing but the Goddess of Beauty on his mind, spending all day staring blankly at pastries.

The Stream God, wrapped in a blanket, looked like a frightened little animal whenever he saw anyone.

Although Dew God seems more normal, he's actually quite naive and innocent. Even if he makes a sarcastic remark, the other person won't understand it at all, let alone get angry.

What was he wary of these three for?

Are we trying to prevent them from making themselves cry from their stupidity?

Despite his initial disdain, the God of Poverty has surprisingly developed a good relationship with these three over the past few days.

Sometimes they would get together and share snacks.

Sometimes I would listen to the Water God muttering about the Goddess of Beauty for an entire afternoon.

Sometimes...

Originally, those dark and unsavory thoughts in his heart gradually subsided.

For no particular reason, I just suddenly realized that being with this group of idiots doesn't seem so tiring anymore.

They're just a bunch of fools.

The God of the Scales fell into deep thought because of these words. He himself didn't know what his relationship with the other person was.

Are you saying we're friends?

That was before I knew the other person's true colors.

Are they enemies?

Their relationship doesn't seem to qualify as something that can be described in those two words.

What's this?

The God of the Scales remained silent, unsure how to respond. Even the Blue Butterflies perched on his sleeve, gently folding its wings.

"We're just ordinary friends," Wuma Xiu answered for him.

Upon hearing this, the God of God of Poverty immediately relaxed.

Ordinary friends?

Then there's nothing to guard against.

He glanced at the God of the Scales, a smirk playing on his lips, as if he had won a silent battle.

The God of Poverty crossed his arms and leaned back, feeling quite comfortable.

The God of the Scales was initially unmoved, but seeing the God of Poverty's smug "I won" attitude, he inexplicably felt somewhat displeased.

He and the Sea God were once close friends.

At that time, he thought that there was finally a god in the world who could understand him. They talked about everything under the sun and sat for half a day.

He thought he was finally not so lonely anymore.

Unfortunately, it's all in the past now.

The Water God was quite familiar with this God of the Scales.

After all, the other party frequently visited the Sea God.

After a while, it became familiar, but the tone of voice had a certain... indescribable quality.

After hearing it so many times, even the Water God felt that there seemed to be a hidden meaning in the words.

Without the checks and balances of the Asura God and the Godslayer, the Divine Realm is in complete chaos.

They fight every few days, sometimes a small fight, sometimes a big fight every five or ten days.

Today you smashed my temple, tomorrow I'll tear down yours.

No sooner had the fighting ended than someone stabbed you in the back.

At the height of the conflict, even the Star Network was overwhelmed by the Gods battles between various deities, causing it to lag.

After all, they are gods, each one stronger than a thousand white octopuses.

Some people with only two hands naturally cannot compare.

Back to the main topic

A god was struck so hard that his Divine Core shattered, and he perished on the spot.

Following their senses, the Divine Cores flew off in other directions, searching for new masters. Some gods were beaten even more badly; though their Divine Cores were not shattered, they were driven mad. Others even had their temples demolished, leaving them nowhere to go but to seek refuge with old friends or form alliances for self-preservation.

The sky over the Divine Realm grew darker day by day.

Today, Wuma Xiu seemed to have sensed something.

He got up and walked to the table, pouring a cup of tea for the empty seat opposite him.

At the same time,

The God of the Scales, sitting to the side, wore a look of helplessness, as if she had already anticipated this scene:

"See? I told you he'd come knocking. He's not as easily fooled as I am, nor is he as reasonable."

Wuma Xiu poured another cup of tea and pushed it to an empty seat.

"Scales, you don't need to worry about this. If you just want to see me make a fool of myself, you're probably going to be disappointed."

I suggest you leave now.

Upon hearing this, the God of the Scales leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and adopted a "I'm not leaving" stance.

"No way. I want to see if you'll give in to him."

Wuma Xiu ignored him and only looked down at the cup of tea.

He had just finished lying down when a figure appeared opposite him.

The person was dressed in plain white, with delicate features like distant mountains. It was hard to pinpoint what was striking about them, but once you saw them, you could never forget them.

The other person sat down, picked up the teacup, tilted their head back and took a sip, their posture as casual as if they were at home.

After finishing his drink, he turned his head and looked at Wuma Xiu with great interest, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"I've always been curious about you. Seeing you in person today is truly interesting."

Wuma Xiu showed no surprise whatsoever, merely smiled slightly, and set down the teapot in his hand.

"To be remembered by the mighty God of Fate, it seems I'm not bad at all."

"Indeed." The God of Fate picked up his teacup and took a slow sip. "You single-handedly made me remember this clearly."

These words were spoken lightly, but the God of the Scales sensed something else in them. The tone, no matter how you looked at it, seemed to be filled with the same gritted teeth as him.

He wanted to hear a few more words, but the God of Fate suddenly turned his head away, as if he had just remembered that there was a living person sitting next to him:

Scales? You're here too.

The God of the Scales's face darkened.

He's been sitting here for ages, drinking two cups of tea, and only now does the other person notice?

He decided to drop the formalities and asked directly:

"Fate, what are you here for?"

He really didn't want to listen to these two ghosts exchanging cryptic messages.

They insist on going through all sorts of complicated procedures when something could be explained in a single sentence.

The God of Fate, however, didn't respond to his words. Instead, she leaned closer with great interest, her tone suddenly becoming gossipy:

"Oh, by the way, did you know that the Goddess of Beauty came to see me the other day? Oh my, he's so cute, he even acts all cute and affectionate with me, especially..."

Taking advantage of the absence of the Goddess of Beauty, the God of Fate began his unbridled mode of fabrication.

These words were extremely damaging, pulling Wuma Xiu out of his reverie and bringing his true self back into focus. If it weren't for maintaining his divine persona, he might have wanted to punch him.

What kind of rumors are you spreading?

Doesn't he know himself?