A Single Thought from Heaven to Hell
Even the God of Misfortune has heard the most vicious words in the world.
He had experienced all the curses, insults, disgust, and avoidance in his life.
But he didn't care.
Most of those words came from the mouth of a god who had nothing to do with him.
When he's in a bad mood, he might occasionally remember it, casually hurl a few curses back, and then move on.
These things never bring any joy.
What he cares about, he has never cared about.
But the God of Misfortune never imagined that one day, he would be unable to resist jealousy, anger, madness, pain, and so on, all because of a single sentence...
All the sarcasm he had endured in his life was less hurtful than the words uttered by the Asura God.
How pathetic, how ridiculous.
What angered him even more was that what the other party said was an indisputable fact.
The God of Misfortune stood still, his face alternating between pale and flushed, his chest heaving violently.
The next moment, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward.
"Er!"
The God of Poverty cried out in surprise and quickly reached out to help.
The smile on Sea God's face froze, and he looked up at the Asura God beside him.
The Asura God frowned, his tone indifferent, but he still explained, "This Venerable didn't make a move."
The God of Poverty embraced the God of Misfortune, preventing him from falling to the ground.
The Asura God caught a glimpse of this scene, snorted coldly a few times, and said mockingly:
"Useless. You're already dizzy? What use are you? So fragile, no wonder you've been forced to hide all these years. If This Venerable were you, I'd be too ashamed to live in this world."
He couldn't stand the way Shen looked.
If the other party attacks him directly, he might even praise them for their courage before sending them flying.
But now he's useless, not even as good as his Spear.
Fortunately, the God of Misfortune had already fainted by this time.
If he heard these words, he would probably vomit two liters of blood first, then roll his eyes back and faint even more completely.
The God of God of Poverty, embracing the God of Misfortune, could no longer contain himself and raised his head to roar at the Asura God:
"Asura God! I know you're powerful, but he's already unconscious, what are you still cursing about?"
He was able to do this because he knew the Sea God wouldn't stand by and watch him be killed by the Asura God.
This is the confidence that comes from being pampered, the willfulness that comes from being favored.
This is also the result of Sea God's hard work during this period.
The Asura God glanced at him indifferently, his eyes showing not a trace of concern.
With the God of Poverty's meager strength, he wouldn't even have the desire to speak.
What kind of god is he? If it weren't for his Old Self, would that person even be standing in front of him?
The Asura God snorted, turning his head to look at the Sea God beside him, his tone carrying a hint of disdain:
"This Venerable told you, when you hire help, you should at least find some decent ones, right? What can these weaklings do? Useless..."
Before he could finish speaking, a hand covered his mouth.
Sea God lifted his head from his shoulder, looked at him, his face expressionless, and his tone indifferent:
"Xiu, if we use your standards, then both I and the wine are worthless, right?"
Otherwise, out of consideration for the presence of the God of Poverty, he would at most issue a symbolic warning.
But didn't this sentence also implicate him?
The Asura God, stared at by those eyes, found his mouth, which had been so sharp it could cut, suddenly unable to open.
He paused for a few seconds before awkwardly explaining:
"This Venerable's not what I meant. You know, you're different to This Venerable. How can they compare to you? To insult you is to insult This Venerable. This Venerable 'm not that stupid."
In the world of the Asura God, gods are divided into three categories.
One type is someone you can have a good, satisfying fight with.
One type is his Old Self.
The last type is all waste.
This group of trash included, without exception, his Asura Clan and the Evil Gods who were always hanging around in front of him.
What was said unintentionally was taken to heart by the listener.
The God of Misfortune of God of Poverty, holding the unconscious God of Misfortune, heard every word spoken by the Asura God.
He watched as the Asura God was silenced by the Sea God's words, and then watched as the other hurriedly tried to explain. The worry in his heart quietly eased a little.
It seems I no longer need to worry about the Sea God's future happiness.
The other party truly cherishes the Sea God dearly.
Sharing honor and disgrace, depending on each other for life and death, that's all there is to it.
Only...
The God of Poverty lowered his eyes, looked at the pale-faced God of Misfortune in his arms, and then looked at everything in the Sea God Palace.
They finally found a place to settle down and make a living; they finally found that God didn't treat them as Jinx or a laughingstock...
But now it seems that I probably won't be able to stay here for much longer.
After all, lovers are very possessive of each other.
Even the most aloof and indifferent god will always harbor such thoughts in his heart.
Moreover, how could a tyrannical and autocratic Asura God tolerate them remaining here? How could he tolerate these male gods who Sea God constantly hovering around him?
If the other party can truly tolerate it, then given his character, his feelings for the Sea God are definitely not genuine.
But now, within the Divine Realm, the conflict between good Evil Gods is constant. If they leave this place, where can they go?
The God of Poverty embraced the God of Misfortune, his mind in turmoil.
The Sea God released the Asura God's hand, walked to the God of God of Poverty, and raised his hand to rub his head:
"He didn't mean to be poor. Take E downstairs to rest. Don't worry, this will always be your home. Even if Xiu wanted to kick you out, I wouldn't agree."
The God of Poverty sniffed, then suddenly embraced the Sea God, burying his face in his chest, his voice trembling with tears:
"Sea, let me hug you one last time."
From now on, he will no longer be able to enjoy such hugs.
After all, he is now a married man.
If that god wasn't the Asura God, the God of Poverty certainly wouldn't have let it go so easily.
Even if they get together, he won't be able to resist trying and competing.
But unfortunately, the opponent was the Asura God.
He doesn't even have the right to compete.
Sea God didn't move, letting him hold her for quite a while.
Until the God of Poverty released his grip and helped the God of Misfortune, who was slowly waking up, the two gods walked out of the temple one after the other.
They took the same route they had come by.
But now, as I leave, the joy I felt when I arrived is replaced by an indescribable irony.
One thought can lead to heaven, another to hell—that's all there is to it.
Once their figures had completely disappeared, the smile on the Sea God's face vanished as well. The speed at which his expression changed astonished the Asura God standing nearby.
"How come I didn't notice This Venerable time how quickly your expression changes? You can cry on cue and laugh on cue."
"That's easy to learn. If you'd like, I can teach you."
The Asura God refused.
With his current strength, who in the Divine Realm is worthy of treating him like this?