How Are You So Easily Fooled?

"Look, it's brighter now, isn't it?"

Just moments ago, 10098 was so angry he almost drew his sword against 10100.

He lowered himself and was fawning over Wuma Xiu.

10098 was slightly bowing, with his hands folded in front of him, and his face was not fully visible under the hood.

But the curve of his lips betrayed him.

Wuma Xiu ignored him.

He glanced over 10098's shoulder, slowly sweeping his gaze across the entire cage, past the boys huddled in the corner.

Ultimately, it landed on the black-haired boy.

This person looks somewhat familiar.

Where have I seen him before?

However, at that moment, Wuma Xiu himself couldn't remember.

Okay, let's leave it here.

"I want it here, you can open it."

Wuma Xiu looked at it for a moment, then looked away, casually pointing his slender, white finger at the iron cage.

"Okay, okay."

10100 responded before 10098 could.

He pressed a few buttons on the control terminal at his waist, and the thick alloy railing emitted a dull "click" sound.

It is slowly sliding to both sides.

The cage door was wide open, but none of the boys inside moved. They were like a flock of birds that had been locked up for too long and had forgotten how to flap their wings.

They dared not move.

Wuma Xiu stepped into the cage, looked around at the surroundings, and said with disdain, "This place is too dirty."

After 10098 and 10100 placed a soft stool on the ground.

The two immediately turned to get the cleaning device, their eyes darting around before finally spotting a dark-haired boy staring at them.

"Hey, you're the one. Use this one."

10100 tossed the cleaning device to the black-haired boy.

The black-haired boy caught it.

"No. I want you to do it yourselves."

Wuma Xiu sat on the soft stool, his legs crossed.

Those light-colored, amber eyes looked at the two men in black robes with a half-smile.

Personally.

These two words, when they reached the ears of the two men in black robes, did not provoke the slightest humiliation or anger.

On the contrary, 10098 and 10100 started moving almost simultaneously.

Seeing this, the black-haired boy tossed the cleaning device in their direction.

However, his gaze remained fixed on Wuma Xiu.

He secretly clutched his heart.

For some reason, he always felt a pang of sadness when he saw this person.

10098 and 10100 simultaneously grabbed the cleaning device.

They both looked like they wouldn't give in.

In the end, they each compromised and worked together.

Mu Li huddled in the corner again, but her eyes secretly peered at Wuma Xiu through the gap between her knees.

He had a very good impression of this boy who had suddenly appeared.

He was very curious about who the other person was.

What are you doing here?

Why were these two God of Calamity- looking men in black robes so subservient to him?

He looked about the same age as me.

But that composed demeanor, that air of giving orders as if it were perfectly natural.

It's something that an ordinary person wouldn't have.

The cleaning equipment of this era is already very advanced.

With a single sweep of the Nano Cleaning Device, even the finest dust particles have nowhere to hide.

In just a few minutes, the entire cell was transformed.

The ground was as smooth as a mirror.

The stains on the walls were also cleaned thoroughly.

Even the air has been purified by the air freshener, and the damp, rusty smell is no longer noticeable.

"I also need a table, a bed, blankets..."

Wuma Xiu slowly rattled off a long list of items, from furniture to daily necessities, from bedding to tableware.

Moreover, everything must be the best.

"I've noted it down."

10100 and 10098 spoke in unison, pulling out their recorders and quickly jotting down the words, afraid of missing a single one.

"Then you can leave."

Although the two withdrew as instructed, they did so very slowly.

He kept looking back as he took a step.

Even as they reached the door, they didn't forget to turn back for one last look.

They didn't look like they were leaving a cage.

It's more like a temple.

The door closed.

The little golden bell jingled softly.

It was very quiet inside the cage.

The quiet was different from before.

The current silence carries a sense of cautiousness.

However, this silence was soon broken by a black-haired boy who stood up.

Unlike the others, he didn't shrink back, nor did he look at Wuma Xiu with that dazed gaze again.

The black-haired boy walked up to Wuma Xiu.

Then he sat down cross-legged on the cold ground.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? And why are they so respectful to you?"

The black-haired boy raised his head, his dark eyes staring straight at Wuma Xiu.

What just happened was highly suspicious.

How could a locked-up boy command the obedience and subservience of two Evil God followers numbered nearly ten thousand?

Why should someone be allowed to demand a bed, a table, and... everything else in a prison cell, and specifically request the best of everything?

Why is it that those two ruthless, murderous lunatics, being ordered around by him, are treated as if they've received some kind of favor?

"Today I met someone who asked me to come with him. So I came."

Wuma Xiu tilted his head slightly, his light-colored eyes reflecting the serious face of the black-haired boy.

Instead, a hint of confusion appeared on his face.

He seemed curious as to why the other person would ask such an obvious question.

"As for why they listen to me so much..."

Wuma Xiu blinked, his long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and continued:

"Isn't this just common sense?"

No one has ever refused the Goddess of Beauty.

From the day he was born, he did not know what rejection was.

He had seen too many gods and too many people.

Everyone who sees him tries their best to please him.

This face, which she was born with, allows the Goddess of Beauty to easily obtain everything.

Therefore, in his view...

This is neither a privilege nor a favor.

This is only natural.

Wuma Xiu looked at the black-haired boy in front of him.

He looked at that face...

That feeling of déjà vu resurfaced.

The black-haired boy stared into Wuma Xiu's eyes for a long time.

Those light-colored pupils were crystal clear, without any flickering or hiding, nor any of the micro-expressions typical of liars.

Every word this person utters is something he truly believes.

He genuinely believed that it was only natural for everyone to listen to him.

In an instant, the black-haired boy's mind was filled with a series of thoughts:

The other party must be a pampered young master who has never known the hardships of life.

Perhaps he ran away from the Li Clan because he had suffered some injustice, and in a fit of pique, he shook off his bodyguards.

Halfway there, I realized I had no Star Coins on me. My stomach was growling with hunger, and I had no idea how to buy anything.

He squatted by the roadside, looking pitiful and helpless.

At this moment, the followers of the Evil God appeared, smiling and saying, "Come with me, and I'll give you something to eat."

And just like that, the other person was abducted so easily.

So naive, so incredibly naive!

The only thing that doesn't make sense is how come he's never seen this person before?

With that face and his photographic memory, it's impossible for me to forget him after seeing him just once.

But why doesn't he remember it?

However, this issue is not important right now.

The black-haired boy frowned slightly, his jawline tightened, and his dark eyes were full of seriousness as he said:

"How could you be so easily fooled? Didn't your family tell you not to listen to strangers before you left home?"