God of Fate, Did He Give You Trouble?

Seeing his cowardly appearance, Sea God finally couldn't help but laugh. He stepped forward and flicked God of Wine's forehead:

"What are you thinking about? He leaned against me for a moment, but didn't even touch the hem of my clothes. What's going on in your head all day long?"

God of Wine cried out "Ouch!" as he was flicked, clutching his forehead, still glaring at the two of them with unconvinced expression.

He looked the Sea God Goddess of Beauty up and down.

The two gods were dressed normally, with nothing revealing, their clothes were neat, their collars were straight, and there were no suspicious red marks on their necks or faces.

It doesn't look like anything has just been done.

He then muttered softly:

"Your posture just now... was way too easy for people to misunderstand."

God of Wine swore to the heavens:

Anyone who witnessed that scene would have inevitably misunderstood.

He could even swear in the name of God of Wine that the distance between the faces of Sea God Goddess of Beauty was closer than the nail of his little finger.

Even a god would misunderstand this situation, right?

God of Wine felt that his reaction just now was already restrained. If it were any other god, he probably would have taken out his terminal to record it on the spot, posted it on the Star Network, added some bold words, and caused a huge uproar.

He said it aloud, and then added:

"So, you really can't blame me; blame the two of you for getting too close."

"Alright, alright, he's just a kid, leave him alone."

Goddess of Beauty raised her hand, placed it on God of Wine's head, and rubbed it vigorously, thus dismissing his endless grumbling along with the matter at hand.

Nothing serious happened just now.

He just wanted to get closer and kiss the other person.

Unfortunately, I was rejected.

The other party gave him some theoretical reasoning about it being "unsuitable for children," which completely shut him down.

Who is the Goddess of Beauty?

Would he be dismissed with such a perfunctory excuse?

Ha, don't even think about it.

He had already figured it out; the other person was definitely shy.

If God of Wine hadn't pushed the door open, given his power, I might have already succeeded.

As Goddess of Beauty thought this, she looked down at God of Wine, who was still rubbing his forehead, and a hint of regret flickered in her eyes.

Unfortunately, it was just a little short.

He probably won't get another chance from them.

But the Goddess of Beauty was puzzled:

They're all Old Self, what's wrong with a kiss? Other gods want to kiss him but haven't had the chance yet.

He turned his head to look at the Sea God again, only to find that the other's expression was as usual. His calm and composed demeanor made it seem as if the terrified god from just moments ago was not him at all.

However, this Old Self's reaction was indeed more interesting than the Old Self.

The Goddess of Beauty squinted, her smile carrying a profound meaning.

"Hai, I won't let this go."

Sea God lowered his head, his fingertips fiddling with the Red Thread on his wrist, his tone full of helplessness:

"Mei, I beg you, please let me go. Do you know how much trouble you're in? If you can deal with that creepy male ghost behind you first, then you can talk to me about this."

The Sea God always spoke bluntly to these Old Self, never beating around the bush. One of the reasons he stopped the Goddess of Beauty from kissing him was precisely this: the God of Fate was just too troublesome.

Instead of spending time and effort dealing with it afterward, it's better to eliminate all possibilities from the start.

Besides, what does he gain from letting the other person kiss him?

Besides the saliva in his mouth, there was also the secret resentment of countless gods in the Divine Realm.

Wouldn't all the goodwill he's worked so hard to cultivate over the years have been for nothing?

Sea God understood this perfectly.

He knew what he should and shouldn't do, and even if he truly loved the Goddess of Beauty very, very much, he would never take this step.

After all, love has never been a priority for him.

"Fate? Is it making things difficult for you?"

When the Goddess of Beauty asked this question, she had a smile on her face, but it seemed as if wisps of black mist were rising from behind her.

If the Sea God nodded, he would immediately rush over and beat the God of Fate half to death, or simply tie him up and lock him in his Goddess of Beauty's Palace, keeping him under his nose so that the other party would never have time to cause trouble for the Sea God again.

Haha, they actually bullied their own Old Self.

Let's see if he doesn't teach them a lesson.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's the God of Fate."

Upon hearing this, Sea God immediately followed up, his eyelashes lowered and his voice softened.

He came to warn me and even threatened me a while ago.

"Mei, could you please make him stay away from me? Ideally, also keep an eye on him for me. I've been really busy lately and don't have the extra energy to deal with him."

"I don't trust anyone else with this task."

As Sea God spoke, his eyelashes drooped, and his expression showed a hint of being wronged but unwilling to speak out.

This voice is like that of a pitiful creature, utterly tormented by the God of Fate.

"Ha, Fate." The Goddess of Beauty chuckled, waving her hand dismissively. "Don't worry. When we get back, I'll just kidnap him and lock him up. He probably wants me to lock him up in that dark room anyway."

Upon hearing this, the Sea God raised his head, glanced at the Goddess of Beauty with sparkling eyes, and then lowered his head again as if embarrassed.

Finally, he remarked with emotion:

"As expected, you're the best to me, Mei. But isn't this too much trouble for you? If it is, I can think of another way."

"Hmph, what's so troublesome about that?"

The Goddess of Beauty crossed her arms over her chest, one leg crossed over the other, exuding an arrogant and domineering aura.

"For me, it's just a piece of cake. Believe it or not, I could whip him and he'd be all smiles."

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered the God of Fate he had met last time, and muttered to himself:

The other person wasn't like this before, but lately they've become increasingly strange. But strange is strange, anyway, they can't beat me.

The Goddess of Beauty thought proudly, extremely confident in her own power.

--That little chicken, the God of Fate, is no match for him at all.

The Sea God looked at him, but his mind was on something else entirely.

In fact, if the God of Fate really wanted to make this Old Self submit, there were many ways.

But unfortunately, none of their methods worked.

As for the reason?

It's probably because of... love.

Therefore, the Sea God would not take love to heart.

This kind of feeling is not a necessity for him.

What he needs is power, leverage, something he can firmly grasp in his hands.

Being too soft-hearted and superficial with emotions makes it too easy for the divine to lose its sense of proportion.

He had seen too many gods who, for the sake of a fleeting infatuation, made a single wrong step and lost everything.

He didn't want to be that kind of god.

Perhaps for others, such as the Water God, the god of Love God, or the God of the Scales...

These sentiments, if they fall on someone else, might be a priceless treasure.

But in his hands, they were nothing more than usable pieces.

Use it if you can, discard it if you can't.

Sea God lowered his eyes, looking calmly at the Red Thread on his wrist. He didn't need such a thing to redeem him, nor did he need it to burden him.

What he wants is somewhere higher.