A God's Blessing

Si Lin was about to make his move.

01 straightened up and didn't look at him again.

Instead, he stared at Wuma Xiu and said:

"Alright. Since you're interested, I can put up with it. But you'll have to go somewhere else."

This place is not worthy of him.

Si Lin was slightly startled.

If others hadn't been there, he would have seriously doubted that this person was actually 01, with whom he had clashed several times from afar before.

Wasn't she supposed to be heartless, cruel, and incapable of being persuaded by anyone?

They analyzed 01's psychological profile countless times. Finally, a group of analysts wrote a line in the report's conclusion column, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

This person's only weakness is his faith.

--Only when the Evil God himself descends upon the world can he easily change his mind.

This line of text was circled repeatedly in red pen by the superior.

Ultimately labeled as "no practical reference value," it was sealed away in a corner of the top-secret archive, gathering dust.

But now, this 01 has been collectively certified by the Federation's top analysts as someone who "can't work with anyone but his god."

Not only did he not refute Wuma Xiu's words, he even Shengsheng retracted what he had just said.

A glint of light flashed in Si Lin's dark eyes.

He began to doubt Wuma Xiu's identity.

The person who can make 01 obey so readily is definitely not just an ordinary teenager who was abducted.

"How about we make a deal?"

Wuma Xiu stood up from the soft stool.

He wasn't very tall.

But at this moment, he slightly raised his chin.

When those light-colored, glassy eyes swept over the faces of the boys in the cages, whose fear had not yet faded, his composed demeanor made him appear superior to everyone else.

"Let them go, I'll stay. Whatever you want to do, I'm more valuable than them."

"So, I think one of me is enough."

The Goddess of Beauty cannot bear to see the flowers wither in the dark.

These young people are in the prime of their lives.

They were like clusters of newly blossoming flower buds; how could they be stuffed into this filthy cage to wither before they'd even seen real sunlight?

Since he's encountered this situation, there's no reason for him to stand idly by.

01 fell silent.

He knew that Wuma Xiu was absolutely right.

Given that the Evil God has a fondness for beautiful young men.

If even the beauty of the person before you cannot move the Gods.

Then all the remaining people combined would be useless.

From a rational, efficient, or utilitarian perspective, whether he releases the people in the cages or keeps them, it will have no impact on the outcome of the sacrifice.

But he had his own selfish motives.

This selfish thought made 01's throat tighten, causing his fingers to unconsciously clench and unclench inside his sleeve.

It doesn't matter how many other people are sacrificed.

It's just a matter of having a few more corpses and a few more souls on the Altar.

The failure of the sacrifice was their fate; the success of the sacrifice was his achievement.

But this person is different.

Just imagining this person lying on the cold Altar made 01's chest burn and ache.

01 both resists and struggles with this psychological state of hers.

He believed in Evil God.

His entire life was built on the ironclad rule of "the supremacy of Evil Gods ".

Devout believers should offer their best to Gods without reservation.

But he hesitated.

What kind of believer is this?

Whether he did it or not, having such thoughts is already a betrayal of the Evil God.

The Evil God was his faith, his everything.

01 abruptly turned around, no longer looking at Wuma Xiu.

The half-face mask concealed most of his expression.

He knew that his feelings were abnormal.

He must get himself back on track, and there seems to be only one way to do that.

They sacrificed the other person to the Evil God.

Once people are placed on the Altar, these chaotic emotions will no longer have any fertile ground to grow.

He remained that pure believer.

"Okay. You come with me. I'll have someone release the rest of them."

01 walked ahead, with Wuma Xiu following behind.

As he passed by Mu Li, this obedient boy, who had never disobeyed since childhood, did the first outrageous thing in his life.

He grabbed Wuma Xiu's sleeve.

"Can we not go?"

Mu Li tilted her head back, her eyes brimming with tears, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

He was very grateful to this person.

In his entire life, no one, except his parents, had ever done so much for him.

They were complete strangers.

They were locked in the same cage for only a few hours, and he barely exchanged a few words with the other person.

But that person sacrificed himself for all of them.

Mu Li grew up on Landon Star and witnessed too much death.

--Workers crushed in industrial accidents, children starving to death in slums, unclaimed corpses in the corners of Starport...

Those images, when layered together, are enough to gradually numb most people to life.

But Mu Li is not like that.

Each death was like a pebble falling into his heart, sinking down and causing him excruciating pain.

Death did not numb him.

This, on the contrary, made him cherish life even more.

Whether it's your own or someone else's.

Mu Li believed that every life was precious, so precious that he couldn't bear to let anyone bear the misfortune that should have been his.

If he were to let the other person leave in his place, Mu Li felt he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

The moment those words were spoken...

All eyes in the cage were on him.

The timid boys raised their heads.

They looked at the boy, who had just moments before been huddled in a corner, sobbing quietly, with disbelief.

He's really brave.

01 stopped, turned his head, and let out a cold snort from the thin lips under the mask. He was about to say something when he saw Wuma Xiu turn around and look down at the hand that was grabbing the hem of his clothes.

Wuma Xiu met Mu Li's tear-filled eyes, which stubbornly refused to look away, and stared at them for a moment.

So beautiful.

A faint smile suddenly appeared on that face that had a hint of aloofness.

"You... are a good child."

Wuma Xiu reached out and cupped Mu Li's face in his hands.

His thumb brushed across Mu Li's cheekbone, wiping away the tear stains that were about to fall.

"Good children will be rewarded."

Wuma Xiu leaned forward slightly.

He placed a very light, shallow kiss on the boy's smooth brow.

I wish you a lifetime of happiness and good health.

Ordinary people's blessings are just empty words, easily scattered in the wind.

But this is a blessing from the Goddess of Beauty.

The instant the kiss landed, a faint golden halo, invisible to the naked eye, rippled from Mu Li's brows.

It spread like ripples throughout his body, then quietly disappeared.

The boy's brow.

On the spot where the Gods had kissed, a faint golden mark appeared.

It flashed for only a moment before disappearing.

Mu Li stood there in a daze, feeling a warmth she had never felt before spread from her brow to her chest and flow into her entire body.

His life was destined to be filled with countless twists and turns.

But from that moment on...

The star chart subtly shifted, and Fate was gently steered onto another path by the hand of the Gods.

That road was neither muddy nor dark.

From then on, his life was blessed by the Gods; he was carefree and lived a peaceful and healthy life.