Green Crabapple

"Yes, I did lie to you, and I can't deny that. My original plan was to first see the God of Time, trade him for information about the entrance to the Abyss, and then take Xiu in first."

God of Luck revealed all her plans.

After hearing these plans, the God of Wealth came to only one conclusion: the other party didn't want him to take any risks.

But why?

They're both gods, so why would the other person think that way?

The God of Wealth lowered his head and, after a long while, asked a question:

"Are we... really a god?"

If they truly are gods, then why would the other party act on their own initiative and do so many things? Why didn't they consult with me at all? Why did they bear everything alone? Did they feel vulnerable and therefore need protection? Did they feel too weak to deserve knowing anything?

The God of Wealth raised his head and looked at the God of Luck.

"I am very vulnerable, and I look weak. But I don't need you to do so many things for me behind my back."

"Even if it's you, I still want to say that I have my own pride."

Everyone has their own pride.

The God of Wealth believes that even those beggars who spend their days begging still retain a little bit of this in their hearts. It is the last bit of backbone of being human, something they are unwilling to easily give up no matter what situation they fall into.

It exists in mortals, and it exists in Gods.

The God of Luck looked extremely embarrassed when questioned by the God of God of Wealth.

This time, he truly experienced what it meant to have a thousand words in his heart, but could only say "I'm sorry" and couldn't express any other feelings.

He wanted to explain, to say that it wasn't distrust, it wasn't contempt, he just didn't want you to go through that again, and that he still couldn't forget the way you sat on the mountain holding her all night.

But when these words reached his lips, he couldn't utter a single one.

He simply lowered his eyes, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

"Sorry."

Some things have no reason; once they're done, they're done.

He believed the other person was very vulnerable, which was indeed his original thought. Although he meant well, in the end, he was just using the guise of "doing what's best for the other person" to justify his actions.

No matter how beautiful the flag is, it can't hide the little bit of self-righteousness underneath.

God of Luck knew perfectly well that he was in the wrong this time, in the wrong from beginning to end.

"Sorry."

He repeated it over and over.

With each repetition, his head would unconsciously droop a little lower, until finally it was almost touching his chest.

The God of Luck dared not look at the God of Wealth of God of Wealth's face or hands, staring only at his own toes. If he could, he would hide himself away right now.

Suddenly, a hand appeared in God of Luck's sight.

You have to compensate me for this.

God of Luck paused for a moment, then reached for her wrist.

He wore that Lucky Crystal Chain carved with four-leaf clovers for many years, never taking it off. The four-leaf clover is a symbol of good luck, and the crystal contained the Divine Power of the God of Fortune.

He picked it and placed it in the God of Wealth's outstretched palm.

"Is this... alright?"

"The God of Luck asked in a very cautious tone."

If the other party still refuses, then this is a serious matter. Of course, it would be best if you could appease them; after all, it's just a bracelet.

"This will not happen again."

The God of Wealth grasped the lucky Four-Leaf Clover Crystal Chain and put it on his wrist. The crystal felt cool against his skin, but he quickly warmed it with his body heat.

This item originally belonged to the God of Fortune, and it seemed to matter to which god it was worn by. The reason he asked for it wasn't because he particularly liked it, but because it was an ornament that the God of Luck would never remove, and perhaps it held two special meanings for him.

The God of Wealth took it away so that the recipient would always remember what happened today.

There won't be a next time.

God of Luck never makes the same mistake twice.

From this day forward, they will truly share both good fortune and misfortune, and be bound by life and death.

The God of Wealth and the God of Luck looked at each other, and both felt that familiar feeling once again.

They smiled at each other and said at the same time:

"Perhaps this journey into the Abyss is the Fate we were destined to experience."

I had this feeling before.

Suddenly, the God of Wealth produced a page from a Book of Fate.

The page was so thin it was almost transparent, with a very faint gold rim at the edges; its origin was immediately recognizable.

He probably already knows what to write on it.

God of Luck's gaze fell on the paper, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

How could the God of Wealth have something like this?

It should be known that the God of Fate is an extremely valuable Book of Fate.

Given his personality, he would absolutely not tear out a page from the Book of Fate and give it to someone else.

This is almost impossible.

If the God of Luck hadn't known that the God of Fate was madly in love with the Goddess of Beauty, he would have suspected that the other party had taken a fancy to the God of Wealth.

So, once that possibility is ruled out, the matter becomes very intriguing.

What is the God of Fate going to do?

"It's from the God of Fate," the God of Wealth said, spreading the page in his palm. "He said it's a big gift for me."

God of Luck looked at the page, then at the God of Wealth, her mind racing.

The God of Fate is not one to be generous without reason. If he tears off a page from the Book of Fate and gives it away, it's either because he has ulterior motives, has other plans, or he has seen something and wants to use the God of God of Wealth to write it.

Thinking of this, God of Luck's gaze darkened.

What are you planning to write?

The God of Wealth lowered his head and bit his finger until it bled.

Golden Divine Blood seeped from his fingertips, condensing into a full drop of blood, which he then placed on the paper.

He used his finger as a pen and wrote a line on that page.

[Restore our memories of when we first went to the Abyss.]

If they regain their memories of that time, they can naturally find the entrance to the Abyss.

The writing gradually emerged from the bloodstains, shimmering with golden light.

After the words were written, they sank into the paper, and the page turned into specks of light that flew into the distance.

At that moment, Fate intervened.

Indeed, some things seem to have been Fate from the very beginning.

Their purpose in entering the Abyss last time was to find the Death God, who, for some unknown reason, had remained in the Abyss and had not yet come to the Divine Realm Death God.

They searched for a long time.

The Abyss is far more vast and desolate than the Divine Realm.

No sunshine, no changing seasons...

Beneath my feet lay cracked, scorched Scorched Earth; overhead, thick darkness enveloped me; in the distance, enormous shadows occasionally moved, indistinguishable as mountains or something else entirely...

The God of Wealth and the God of Luck searched for a long time before finally finding the long-lost Death God. But when they finally found each other, they discovered that the other person was actually planting... flowers.

The two gods recognized that flower.

It is the flower of the Green Crabapple.