An Old Friend's Descendant

There's a saying that's very well said.

--He resembled an old friend; in fact, he was the son of an old friend.

Today, Wuma Xiu finally truly understood what that meant.

He lowered his eyes, his fingertips brushing against the gun barrel, which was slightly warm in the Dark Night.

Wuma Xiu felt the Spear rubbing against his palm almost greedily, as if making up for years of unfulfilled intimacy.

That sense of familiarity finally found its place.

No wonder he felt the black-haired boy looked familiar from the first glance; the outline matched the person in his memory.

The person in her memory was calm and reserved, his sharpness hidden perfectly, and he was overly gentle towards her. But the young man in front of her was spirited and arrogant.

--He was a descendant of an old friend.

The Dark Night still trembled slightly in his palm, Wuma Xiu flicked the gun with his finger.

The gun immediately emitted a clear, long metallic clang.

He looked up at the boy atop the warship, who was staring at his beloved gun with an incredulous expression.

A nostalgic smile appeared in Wuma Xiu's light-colored eyes.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, when that person was by his side, he was always worrying about this and that. Now that he has seen his descendants, is the result still the same?

They're all such worriers.

Wuma Xiu flicked his finger lightly across the shaft of Dark Night's gun.

Go back to your master.

He knew all too well the discerning eye of the Dark Night when choosing its master.

He was the one who personally handed that person that gun back then.

At that time, the gun was newly forged and its sharpness had not yet been tested.

When the man took the gun, his eyes were filled with a rare youthful spirit.

Those who catch the eye of Dark Night must be just as outstanding as him in both personality and ability.

Dark Night lingered, rubbing her hand against his palm a couple more times.

The dim, dark red light at the Spear Tip flickered, like a pair of aggrieved eyes silently accusing, "Are you just going to send me away like this?"

They dawdled for quite a while.

It slowly took off, glancing back every few steps as it flew towards the top of the warship.

When the gun landed beside Si Lin, it was still somewhat droopy, hanging upright in mid-air, with the Spear Tip occasionally darting downwards.

If it had eyes, it would probably be a true reflection of someone yearning for something.

Then, Dark Night was grabbed by Si Lin.

The moment I got it.

Si Lin's expression twisted subtly for a moment; the gun was actually getting hot, so hot that he almost let go.

"Dark Night."

Si Lin looked down at his old companion, which had been with him since birth, and recalled how it had been rubbing against that person's hand affectionately just now.

"How come I didn't know you were a pervert?"

If it were someone else's situation...

This scene is like a normally aloof and reserved old friend suddenly showering a complete stranger with attention and frantically touching them—what else could it be but a pervert?

Everyone present was stunned, and not a single one of them took advantage of the other's momentary daze to launch a sneak attack.

They all seemed stunned by what had just happened and hadn't recovered yet.

Especially 02.

He stood there, stunned, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, like a fish washed ashore by a wave.

01 is correct.

This person was indeed completely different from the sacrificial offerings he had carefully selected before.

No, it's more than just different.

They are not even the same species.

All those people combined couldn't compare to the charm of this person's simple yawn.

02 Then I remembered that I had actually made some subtle mockery of the other person before. Now, this slap in the face is really resounding and painful.

Each sound felt like someone was slapping their face repeatedly with the sole of a shoe.

MD,01.

If you had shown it to me earlier, would I have said those things?

She's so good-looking, couldn't you just pull down your hood and shut me up right then and there?

I actually let myself say those rude things and do those rude things.

The other person's impression of me has absolutely plummeted.

--Damn it, 01, he definitely did it on purpose!

02 glared at 01 and found that the other person was actually standing on the steps of the Altar, with the eyes under the mask staring straight at the center of the Altar.

His pupils, however, seemed to have lost focus.

At this moment, 01's brain is caught in a vicious cycle of self-doubt.

It surged inwards layer by layer.

Even when Wuma Xiu walked up to him, he didn't react.

"Why... did it still fail?"

But 01 didn't find it.

This time, I wasn't actually that disappointed.

Is it because this is the twenty-ninth time, and failure has long since worn away his expectations, turning disappointment into a numb, habitual state?

Or is it because that person is alright now?

"01, you're so eager to see your god?"

01 looked up and followed the sound, only to find Wuma Xiu standing on the steps above, looking down at her.

He has never liked being looked down upon.

He was the Archbishop of the Evil God Order, the number one target that the Federation Military Department hated but was powerless to deal with, and the one who had climbed to this position by stepping over countless corpses...

Anyone who dares to speak to him from a condescending perspective.

All of these things would instinctively ignite a fierce urge in him to drag the other person down and trample them under his feet.

But now, looking up at that figure, he felt it was perfectly natural.

This person should stand at a high place and look down on himself from this angle and with this posture.

At that moment, a thought actually arose in 01's mind: being looked down upon was not a humiliation, but rather the way it should be.

01 nodded subconsciously.

Wuma Xiu his chin, pointed towards a certain direction in the void, and casually spoke in a tone as if calling a neighbor over for dinner:

"Ugh, someone wants to see you."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure appeared out of nowhere.

That person suddenly appeared beside Wuma Xiu.

He was tall and imposing, dressed in a long, dark Robe. His face was shrouded in a thin layer of dark mist, revealing only a pair of extremely dark eyes. Those eyes did not look at the Altar, nor at the kneeling believers, nor even at his Archbishop 01.

Instead, he only looked at Wuma Xiu.

"You... called me?"

The person who came was none other than the Evil God himself.

This supreme being, who drove the entire cult mad, kept the Federation Military Department up at night, and was coveted by countless followers of the Evil God, was now looking down at Wuma Xiu with a hint of cautious, flattered surprise in his voice.

Even though the person before me was a young boy, I didn't sense any divine power emanating from him.

But the Evil God knew that he must be the Goddess of Beauty.