What's There to Be So Cocky About? You're Still Just Trash

The black-clad Gods skillfully dodged the God of God of Wealth's attacks, saying as he did so:

"You two don't need to be nervous. I'm just here to say hello; I have no hostility whatsoever. Furthermore, I sincerely invite you to join me. I'm taking this invitation very seriously."

The God of God of Luck, standing to the side, was much calmer than the God of Wealth.

He stood to the side, watching the black-clad figure move with ease, a smile on his face.

He suddenly asked:

"Alright. Then tell me first, how many allies do you have in the Abyss?"

"Not much." The black- Gods dodged a golden bell, his smile undiminished. "However, I will only tell you these things after you join me and establish a divine pact."

As he spoke, he deftly dodged a Gold Ingot:

"Look, your partner has been hitting me here, but I haven't been able to hurt him at all."

Am I particularly sincere?

God of Luck chuckled inwardly.

That's a statement that can only fool children.

The reason the opponent didn't retaliate and only focused on dodging was simply because they didn't want to reveal themselves.

Once they make a move, their true colors will be revealed.

However, she managed to get the information she wanted.

This god comes from the Abyss.

Perhaps it's because of That Matter back then, and he wants to get revenge on them.

Perhaps it's simply because they're bored.

Maybe it's some new god that recently emerged from the Abyss, who just likes to do this kind of thing when they have nothing better to do.

Or perhaps it was because of that That Matter?

The Abyss has been anything but peaceful lately.

Both the Abyss and the Divine Realm are conscious entities.

To put it simply, the Divine Realm is largely left to its own devices.

It won't care what you do.

Whether you are strong or weak, it's up to you to do whatever you want with it.

But the Abyss is different.

It will show favoritism, and it will be blatantly biased.

In the Abyss, if you are strong enough, you are a treasure in its palm. But if you are weak, you are not even a blade of grass to it.

The Fallen Gods of yesteryear understood this most deeply.

He was in the Abyss, at the very bottom.

Therefore, every day was incredibly unlucky.

"Really? No problem, I'll know everything once I pry your head open."

God of Luck narrowed her eyes and smiled.

He suddenly called out, "Xiu, please help us!"

Since they can't do anything to each other, let the Old Self can handle it take the lead.

Do you really think this is still the past?

"Very well. This Venerable was just wondering where the Abyss is."

A cold voice fell from mid-air.

Before the words were even finished, a figure had already soared through the air and arrived.

The newcomer had a head of white hair that was disheveled and fell over his shoulders, being tossed about by the wind to reveal a pair of eyes that were red to the point of being almost eerie. He carried a Spear on his shoulder, the Spear Tip gleamed with a cold light, and his aura of killing intent surged around him. The temperature around him dropped several degrees as soon as he appeared.

"Hehe, I can This Venerable fight now."

The Asura God cracked his neck, his knuckles popping. He tilted his head, his red eyes darting to the figure in black. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the Spear slid from his shoulder, its Spear Tip pointing directly at his opponent.

"Furthermore, I dislike gods who hide their This Venerable nature."

The moment he finished speaking, he moved.

Before the black-clad Gods could retreat, a Spear pierced his chest.

The Spear Tip pierced through the black robe, disappeared behind him, and when it emerged again, it was accompanied by a cloud of dark debris.

"Hmph, what's there to be arrogant about? Just a weakling."

The Asura God stomped on the opponent's chest, crushing him violently into the ground. A tremendous roar resounded, and as the dust settled, a crater several thousand meters deep appeared in the ground.

At the bottom of the pit, the Asura God held the gun barrel, flipped his wrist, and slashed the gun, tearing the black clothes into pieces to reveal a blank face without features.

The Asura God looked down at that face, paused for a moment, then grinned, and increased the pressure of his foot, causing the god beneath him to let out a painful groan.

"Tsk tsk, I see, it's a puppet."

He leaned down, his red eyes reflecting that blank face, and a smile slowly crept up his face, a smile that was both cold and excited.

"Looks like he's just a coward."

Asura God spoke, he turned his head and stared in a certain direction.

There was a slight commotion over there just now.

The other party just ran too fast.

"Tsk tsk, he ran fast. Since he's gone, you can die. He's just a puppet anyway, you probably won't get anything out of him, so just die."

The Asura God exerted force with his foot, and his entire foot sank into the ground.

He crushed that faceless face until it was almost deformed.

The Spear spun in his palm, and the light in his red eyes was astonishing, like two clusters of blazing fire.

"Hehe, you'd better hide well. Once I find your This Venerable form, I'll tear you to pieces."

If someone were standing at a distance watching this moment, they would probably be unable to resist adding a comment in their mind.

This scene is definitely a sign that the villain has arrived.

However, setting aside many factors, in the eyes of many gods, the Asura God is indeed not much different from a villain.

At this moment, the God of Wealth and the God of Luck also descended to the ground.

"He is... a puppet?"

With a flick of his wrist, the Asura God pulled the Spear from the opponent's chest. The instant the Spear Tip left the body, the faceless form collapsed as if its last support had been removed, turning into ashes.

"Yes, there was something in that direction just now."

The Asura God put away his gun and glanced in a certain direction.

"They just ran too fast."

A puppet?

The God of Wealth stood there, looking at the spot where the ashes had dispersed, and suddenly spoke. He remembered the woman who looked exactly like Elena, whom he had just crushed.

That face, that smile, that oil-paper umbrella.

Looking back now, the other party was probably just a puppet.

It was just so realistic that it made his heart ache at the sight of it, and he didn't even notice it.

But this tactic is truly despicable to the core.

Upon hearing this, the Asura God glanced at him and approached him.

"Cai, are you alright?"

His red eyes were fixed on the God of Wealth.

Unlike other Old Self, this person didn't give him any sense of security; just looking at them was worrying.

The God of Wealth shook his head, and almost unconsciously, his face contorted, a smile creeping onto his lips.

"It's okay. I can handle it myself."

"You'd be better off handling this."

God of Luck, however, mercilessly exposed his deception.

They're all just Old Self, and he's still just Old I. Is there any need for them to pretend? His relationship with the God of God of Wealth is inherently closer than the relationships between other Old Self and their counterparts.

Even without consciously trying to read his mind, the God of Luck could sense what was weighing heavily on the God of Wealth's heart. He raised his hands, cupped the God of Wealth's face in them, and pulled two fingers to the side, turning the forced smile into a comical grimace.

"Little Cai Cai, didn't I tell you? If you don't like it, don't smile. Your smile is really ugly, it's not as good as it used to be."

The Asura God, watching from the side, laughed again, but this time the laugh was much more normal than before.

Although it might still be a bit creepy to the average person.

"Don't worry, This Venerable 'll take this on. No matter where he is, This Venerable 'll find him and tear him to pieces."

As the Asura God laughed, he suddenly remembered something and turned his head to look at the God of Wealth and the God of Luck again.

"Wait, This Venerable seems I've overlooked something."