Where Did You Get That Injury?

"Thank you..." -Grandpa God of Wealth.

Elena repeated the name to herself in her mind; she couldn't possibly reveal the other person's identity in public.

"Besides, today is my wedding day. Did you only bring me a wedding gift?" Elena turned to the side, took the arm of the young man beside her, and smiled. "This is my lover, Lucien. He is so, so good to me."

Seeing the other person's sweet expression that they couldn't hide.

The God of Wealth reached into his sleeve, took out another Gold Ingot, and handed it over.

"Since it's your request, then I'll take it. Lucien, this is for you."

Lucien quickly accepted the heavy Gold Ingot with both hands, feeling both surprised and delighted, and repeatedly expressed his gratitude.

The God of Wealth was invited into the courtyard by Elena and sat down in a quiet corner.

The courtyard was brightly lit, and the aroma of wine filled the air.

Elena stood in the center of the courtyard, took Lucien's hand, and was surrounded by people who wanted her to say a few words.

Unable to refuse, she smiled and spoke.

"To be honest, I haven't had much luck in the first half of my life. My mother died early, and my father wanted to sell me. Later... I think my luck turned around, and I managed to escape."

After a long and arduous journey, I finally found the place my mother had mentioned before she died. There, I met the most important person in my life.

Elena's gaze fell on the figure sitting quietly in the corner.

"At first, I was afraid of him. But after spending time with him, I found that he wasn't as scary as the rumors said. He's the gentlest and most tolerant person I've ever met..."

Gods.

"Originally, I was thinking of waiting until later..."

"But during this time, I met my love, Lucien. He is one of the most important people in my life. I am very grateful to them. They gave me hope for life. They are the reason I am still alive."

The God of Wealth listened, saying one thing after another.

His eyes were downcast, but the corners of his lips were slightly upturned.

"Finally, you're out of that turtle shell."

A voice sounded beside him.

A figure wearing a hat appeared beside the God of Wealth. Pale golden curly hair cascaded down from the brim of the hat; this was the God of Luck.

However, apart from the God of Wealth, no one else could see this figure.

"Also, I haven't seen you smile in a long time."

"Why are you here?" the God of Wealth asked.

God of Luck stared at the four-leaf clover hairpin in Elena's hair, clicked her tongue twice, and spoke with a tone full of mockery:

"You have the nerve to ask me how I got here? You were having a great time using my four-leaf clover, weren't you? I tried so hard to persuade you, but you wouldn't listen and refused to leave. Now look at you, coming out of the temple yourself for a mortal woman."

As he spoke, he spread his hands, making an extremely exaggerated expression of helplessness.

"Oh dear, how did I end up as a clown god?"

"Alright. Stop acting. We all know each other perfectly well."

The God of Wealth interrupted the increasingly exaggerated performance and, unusually, cracked a joke:

"If this continues, the Clown God's Divine Core might really come after you."

Upon hearing this, God of Luck's shoulders shook wildly, and she laughed so hard her hat almost fell off.

"You've even learned to joke around now. Looks like you've been doing quite well lately."

That's good.

He was lifeless; that didn't seem like him at all.

Originally, the God of Fortune split the Divine Core in two.

One piece is named Luck, and the other is named Wealth.

The God of Wealth and the God of Luck each hold one of these powers, each wielding their own Authority. Although they originated from the same deity, their personalities are completely different.

The God of Wealth keeps everything in his heart.

God of Luck, however, seemed to care about nothing.

One is heavy, the other is light.

One is always looking down at unfulfilled desires, while the other only looks up at tomorrow. That's why the God of Wealth sat in that dilapidated temple for over four hundred years.

As dusk fell.

The God of Wealth and the God of Luck have departed.

Their departure went unnoticed by anyone in the courtyard. When they reappeared, the two were already standing in front of the God of Wealth Shrine.

"Tsk tsk, how many years has it been?"

God of Luck surveyed her surroundings.

The flowers outside the temple, clustered together, were even more vibrant than when he had arrived. He bent down, approached a Wild Chrysanthemums in full bloom, sniffed it, and sighed.

"This little dilapidated temple, at least it looks somewhat human now."

He straightened up, clapped his hands, and turned to look at the God of Wealth.

"Alright, you've seen enough now, it's time to come with me."

The God of Luck has no intention of letting the God of Wealth stay in this dilapidated little temple forever. What kind of state would it be for a dignified Gods to be holed up in such a drafty place all day long?

The God of Wealth stood at the temple entrance, taking one last look at the temple that had been with him for hundreds of years.

"Yes, it's possible."

There's really no point in staying here any longer.

"You blockhead, you've finally figured it out."

God of Luck stared at him in surprise.

"But before you leave, you have to tell me what happened to you?"

Suddenly, the God of Wealth reached out and ripped open the robe of the God of Luck.

Caught off guard, God of Luck was pulled backward, nearly losing her balance. Beneath her clothes, on her chest, was a thick layer of cloth. The cloth was soaked in blood, its color dark, yet fresh crimson still seeped out little by little.

It should be known that Gods heal instantly when injured.

Even if it were another Gods who did it, the wound wouldn't be like this, failing to heal and still bleeding continuously.

There's only one possibility for this situation: they were harmed by the rules.

"How did you do this?"

The God of Wealth stared at the wound, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, he remembered a hundred years ago.

That year, he was still sitting in the dilapidated temple when one day, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

The pain came on quickly and went away quickly.

He was so absorbed in grief that he didn't notice anything amiss.

"I did it by accident."

God of Luck, however, simply curled the corner of her mouth in a nonchalant smile.

"You know, I'm not like some god who likes to be a doormat. If someone provokes me, I fight back. Sometimes I accidentally go a little too far, and then... I get punished."

As he spoke, he pulled his shirt up again.

"If you want to know the details, you can read the information in my mind. I guarantee that after reading it, a certain god might feel ashamed of himself. Oh dear, I'm just like that god now. Except, mine is much more serious than yours."

The God of Wealth did not respond to his words. Instead, he placed his hand on the other man's chest, covering the blood-soaked cloth with his palm, and slowly channeled a warm Divine Power into it.

"Then you got what you deserved. Besides, I'm not watching. I'm not interested."

"Really? Then you've missed a great opportunity to see me unleash my power. Ouch, be gentle! Can you really be this ruthless to yourself? You're quite the devil."

God of Luck was cheering wildly.

Although the God of Wealth was treating him, the pressure he was applying to his chest was getting heavier and heavier.

One hour later

"Alright, much better. The rest will come with time. Right now, the most important thing is, come with me."

Fearing the God of Wealth of God of Luck reached out and pulled the other person into the air. The wind swept past their ears, and the dilapidated temple beneath their feet grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared into the mountains.

However, none of them expected that when they left, it would be too late for them to return.