I Was Just Curious. How Could a Mortal Be So Strange?
"Otherwise, take a look for yourself." The God of Fate pointed to the scroll of paper, his tone flat. "Don't tell me you have no recollection of these things. If you truly don't remember, I can arrange for someone to come over and help you recall them properly."
The God of the Scales initially seemed somewhat unconvinced, bending down to pick up the scroll and reading it line by line.
The more I looked, the more stiff his expression became.
He actually remembered every single detail on the paper.
However, there were reasons why so many were promoted back then.
The main reason is that he and the Sea God got along very well back then; they could talk about anything and were very close.
In order to have some free time to spend with the Sea God, sometimes, certain things are left to Fate.
The God of the Scales held the roll of paper, her expression one of extreme embarrassment.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again, and finally, as if deflated, lowered his head—a rare occurrence for him.
"Fate, I'm sorry. I won't push it again next time."
Blue Butterflies landed on his shoulder, its wings slightly folded, as if it felt a little embarrassed for its master.
Wuma Xiu, holding a cup of tea, watched with great interest.
It's rare to see God of the Scales admitting their mistake.
The God of Fate suddenly spoke again:
"Good to know. I sacrificed a lot back then to help you woo Sea God."
The God of the Scales's face instantly turned from embarrassed to deathly pale.
He looked up abruptly, staring at the God of Fate in disbelief. His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.
The next moment, he pounced on God of Fate like a lit firecracker:
"What nonsense are you spouting!"
Unfortunately, the God of Fate was prepared; with a swift movement, he flashed to Wuma Xiu's side beforehand.
The God of the Scales missed her target, and the Blue Butterflies was startled and flew around the hall in a frenzy.
He considered himself to be always calm and composed.
Over the years, he has rarely lost his composure, no matter what situation he faces.
But the words of God of Fate struck at the very spot he least wanted to be touched. He stood in the hall, his ears burning, his back stiff, looking like a clown.
"Fate, what nonsense are you spouting? The Sea God and I are merely... friends. Since you're deliberately trying to provoke me into leaving, then I'll leave."
The God of the Scales knows the intentions of the God of Fate.
However, he left in a hurry, almost forgetting to take the Scales, and ran extremely fast.
Blue Butterflies chased after him as they flew out of the hall, scattering in a chaotic flurry behind him.
He didn't know why he was reacting so strongly.
Perhaps, it was a form of disdain.
Despite feeling disgusted with herself to this extent, she still can't let go of that close friendship from back then.
As the saying goes, gold is easy to come by, but a true friend is hard to find.
In this life, to have a true friend is an immense blessing. He once thought that the Sea God who initially bowed to him from afar and understood all his persistence and loneliness was the kind of true friend he could never find in his lifetime.
He had originally thought they would be lifelong friends.
Even after he discovered it was all a lie, even after repeatedly reminding himself that the gentleness was just a facade...
The God of the Scales flew out of the Sea God Palace and landed above the sea of clouds before finally stopping.
The wind filled my sleeves, scattering the fluttering Blue Butterflies one by one.
He looked down at the Scales in his palm, and after a long while, he finally let out a breath.
Never mind.
If I can't let go, then let's leave it at that for now.
Righteous God has no shortage of time; one day he will let go completely.
"Ha, he can let it go? Nobody believes that."
The God of Destiny sneered, looked at the direction in which the God of Libra disappeared, and shook his head again, with a hint of ridicule or emotion in his tone that was unclear.
"Especially since this god is you. But it's nothing, just another coward in the Divine Realm."
Upon hearing this, Wuma Xiu also scoffed.
He put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and retorted without any mercy:
"Yes. They can't compare to our God of Fate Destiny, who dares to love and hate, and even dares to play the game of imprisonment. It's a pity they can't succeed at all, especially when everything is predetermined."
Upon hearing this, the faint smile that still lingered on the face of the God of Fate vanished instantly.
He stared at Wuma Xiu for two seconds.
He couldn't refute that.
Fate had already told him everything.
"You're right. After all, there are very few gods as ruthless as you in the Divine Realm."
The God of Fate leaned back, one leg crossed over the other. He opened his right hand, palm up, and a photograph appeared out of thin air.
"However, even someone as ruthless as you seems to have someone you care about deeply. Like him, he really does look well-behaved, just your type."
The God of Fate deliberately twirled the photo halfway between his fingers, making sure the other person could see it clearly.
This photo is a snapshot of Fate.
The person above was Wuma Xiu.
"I'm genuinely curious. Why would your Fate, as a god, intersect with his?"
"That's not all."
"This mortal is actually involved in the Fates of the goddesses of Goddess of Beauty, God of Wine, Spring God, and Asura God. When I first discovered this, I even went to see the God of Time."
"During that period, he declined to see any guests and refused all visits, all because of this matter."
"Unfortunately, Fate is ambiguous, and time is hazy. We can't even see through it all. Isn't that interesting?"
This time, God of Fate prevailed.
He had found the most fatal spot for Wuma Xiu.
He never underestimated any god, especially when facing the extraordinary gods of Fate and time.
But this matter couldn't be kept from them sooner or later.
Therefore, Wuma Xiu was not too surprised.
A burst of light blue Divine Power erupted, and the photograph fell into Wuma Xiu's hands.
He lowered his eyes, looked at the photo, and said softly:
"Yes, he is very important to me," he said softly.
Then Wuma Xiu raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the God of Fate, his expression utterly calm and devoid of any emotion:
"Therefore, if you attempt to harm him, I will drag the entire Divine Realm down with you."
The Sea God is not a compassionate Spring God.
If any god were to attempt to harm him, then the entire Divine Realm would be reduced to ashes.
The smile on the face of the God of Fate slowly faded.
"Don't worry. Neither Time nor I are interested in that mortal. We're just curious. Putting aside the fact that we can't see through him, besides, for a Gods, especially such a ruthless one, to be so concerned about him, there must be something special about him."
Wuma Xiu grasped the photograph in his palm, and a light blue Divine Power silently flowed over it, causing the paper to turn into specks of light and dust.
He withdrew his hand and said calmly:
"I just have a little ambition, and I don't want to do anything immoral. You can leave now."
"Besides, I have a little connection with the Goddess of Beauty, and I'll ask her to pay more attention to you. Whether she responds or not is beyond my control."
The God of Fate has vanished.
He came here simply to see the Sea God with his own eyes.
He knew some things from Fate long ago, but he still wanted to see them for himself.
Let's see what kind of god this even he dares not underestimate is like.
Now that I've seen it, it wasn't a wasted trip.
Wuma Xiu ignored them and pulled Su Qingci, whom he had locked in the small dark room for a long time, out of the room.
He had actually figured out the basics of this system long ago.
There's no real threat, just something a little strange.
I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong, but I really can't find any problems.
It's just a system.
"Host, you've finally remembered me!"
Su Qingci flapped her wings, her voice both aggrieved and loud.
Who would understand? It was so dark in that little dark room, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. If it weren't for its ability to emit light, it would have gone crazy long ago.