Cursing and Swearing

This is a long-forgotten, abandoned little planet.

The grayish-brown ground was barren.

The craters spread out in a dense array, as if they had been repeatedly scratched by the claws of some giant beast.

However, at this moment...

One after another, spaceships were silently converging on this small planet from all directions. These spaceships were all very common models available on the market.

From the outside, there is no difference whatsoever.

No one knew that this small, Abandoned Planet was the site chosen by the followers of the Evil God for sacrifice.

Long ago, someone set up a huge Altar in the heart of this planet.

The Altar was constructed entirely of an unidentified black stone.

There were more than a dozen thick Stone Pillars standing all around.

Each pillar was entwined with dried, blackened bloodstains.

Layer upon layer.

It must have been through countless sacrifices to develop such a rich color.

Sacrificial rituals to Evil Gods are essentially a process of energy exchange.

Believers use the flesh, blood, and souls of sacrificial offerings as an energy source in exchange for power bestowed by Evil God.

However, this power is indeed strong.

However, it has significant side effects.

Believers who accept power will gradually lose their humanity and become cold and cruel.

Moreover, once one accepts the power of Evil God, one will become the Evil God's slave forever.

Unable to escape the control of the Evil God.

However, even knowing these consequences, countless people are still tempted by the power of Evil Gods.

He became Fanatic of Evil God.

They succumbed to darkness, resorting to any means necessary to carry out sacrificial rituals.

At that moment, a figure was bustling about beside the Altar.

He walked hurriedly, muttering curses incessantly.

"Damn it, 01, so what if he's one place higher than me?"

"So what if you're ranked one place higher?"

"I was in charge of the entire ceremony from start to finish, from selecting people and choosing the location to setting up and executing it. I was the one who did all the work!"

"And this guy just brought forward the ceremony, originally scheduled for ten days later, to now with a single sentence, and even released all the sacrificial offerings I had painstakingly captured! He released them all!!"

02 His chest heaved violently a few times, still not satisfied, and he kicked a black-robed man who was passing by.

After getting up from the ground, the man in black robes didn't even dare to look at the culprit before hurriedly leaving.

If he can't afford to offend them, can't he at least run away?

02 continued cursing:

"If God still doesn't respond this time, I'll drag you down from your position of 01, strip you of your fancy but impractical robes, and then sacrifice you to God on the spot."

I don't care if you're Archbishop or not!

Although the ceremony was held ahead of schedule due to 01's orders, it wasn't exactly rushed.

After all, this was the twenty-ninth time the followers of the Evil God had held a sacrificial ceremony.

That's right, the twenty-ninth time.

The previous twenty-eight attempts all ended in failure.

The reasons for the failure remain shrouded in mystery.

What drove 02 even more insane was that the intelligence brought back by the people he sent to investigate other followers of Evil Gods was even more disheartening.

When followers of Evil God gods hold sacrificial ceremonies, they receive a clear response from the Gods at least seven or eight times out of ten.

Some even perform miracles on the spot, rewarding believers.

They didn't even get a chance to hear a sound.

I pondered this matter over and over again, thinking about it for more than one sleepless night, and finally came to a conclusion:

Those Evil God gods must be of a much lower rank than the Evil God they worship, which is why they respond to believers so casually.

Just like local deities who eagerly show their power whenever someone makes offerings, how could the true supreme being so easily show mercy?

This time, using a beautiful young man as a sacrifice was a last resort for them.

We're doing this as a last resort.

The Age of Age of the Gods is too far removed from the present, and all records of rituals involving the sacrifice of Evil Gods have been lost.

But in reality, 02 felt that it was unlikely to succeed.

Their preparations for the first twenty-eight times were extremely thorough.

But what was the result?

It was another failure.

And their great and noble... Evil God could never be a Gods who likes beautiful women!

02 Thinking.

He personally checked every gap between the Stone Pillars on the Altar and had the ground within a hundred meters around the Altar swept again, which took quite a while.

Looking up, 02 saw 01's personal spaceship slowly landing in its designated parking spot.

The spaceship, predominantly Dark Gold, was understated yet undeniably luxurious, completely out of place on this drab little planet.

--This is so damn annoying!

"Cut--"

02 He let out a cold snort, crossed his arms, and leaned against Stone Pillar.

He wanted to see what kind of trash 01 had brought this time.

They were even better than the offerings he had carefully selected himself.

The Dark Gold spaceship landed.

The Antigravity Engine emitted a low hum before falling silent.

The hatch slid open silently, and 01 was the first to step out.

Behind him followed a figure draped in a dark cloak, the hood obscuring his face and making his features indistinguishable.

02 He strode forward to meet him.

His gaze passed over 01's shoulder, suspiciously scrutinizing the figure who was wrapped up tightly.

She is of average height, slender, and looks quite young.

But other than that, nothing else can be seen.

02 frowned, pointed to the hood on the other person's head, and commanded bluntly, "Take it off. I want to see what it looks like that would make you release all the dozens of people I carefully selected."

01. He paused in his steps.

He slightly turned his face, his eyes beneath the mask coldly sweeping over 02, his tone carrying a chill:

"No."

"01!" 02's temper flared up instantly, veins bulging on his neck, his voice cracking, "I've been running around doing all this, and you changed my entire plan with just one sentence, and now I can't even look at it? Why?!"

He works himself to the bone, while this guy does absolutely nothing.

They come up here and immediately start picking peaches, but they can't even look at the offerings themselves?

01 She watched him coldly, unmoved.

He subtly shifted his body slightly, shielding Wuma Xiu behind him even more, and repeated:

"If I say no, then no."