An Unconventional Goddess of Beauty
Wuma Xiu rolled the scroll up again, and the Dark Gold ribbon wrapped around his fingertip twice, tying it into a loose knot.
He reached out and handed the scroll back to the Evil God.
Well, it's just a simple painting.
He understands.
Who can blame him for having such a powerful, almost Divine Core, charisma?
He'd encountered this kind of thing far too many times, so many that he'd become too lazy to expose it anymore.
However, the Evil God was at least his underling.
They weren't some insignificant people whose names he couldn't even remember.
It's just a painting.
Wuma Xiu wouldn't be so stingy as to confiscate even this.
The Evil God took the scroll and put it back into his sleeve, his movements carrying an understated reverence.
"But what do we do now?"
Wuma Xiu shifted his gaze from the Evil God, sweeping it over the black-robed believers around the Altar, and then over the Federation ships in the distance, their hulls still smoking after the forced landing.
It eventually landed on 01, who was below the steps.
He slowly walked down the steps.
He stopped in front of 01, lowered his head slightly, and a half-smile curved his lips.
"Hey, I helped you out. Shouldn't you help me out too?"
When Wuma Xiu said the word "help," there was not a trace of politeness in his tone.
01 I opened my eyes and looked up at the face so close to mine.
Evil God has descended.
It has truly happened.
But the way it happened was completely different from what he had imagined.
After his arrival, the God he believed in personally denied the meaning of his faith.
But these 01s found themselves not too upset.
How should I put it?
Perhaps because he had an emotional affair first, I wasn't so upset.
May I ask about your Divine Office?
01. He started by asking a seemingly unrelated question.
To be able to coexist so naturally with Evil God.
If he still couldn't guess who this person was, he might as well have his brain eaten by the no-longer-existing Zerg.
Those insects were shockingly ugly.
But at least they won't deceive themselves when faced with the truth.
The one before us is also Gods.
When this realization entered her mind, 01's first feeling was not fear.
Instead, they were flattered and overwhelmed.
A truly living God stood before him, spoke to him, called him by his number, and even listened to his wishes.
The god he believed in appeared to him.
What had he done before?
Lock this Gods in an iron cage.
They put people in filthy prison cells and even tried to offer them as sacrifices to God.
Let's not talk about failure; what if we actually succeed?
After the gods descend, they will probably be the first to be killed.
Thinking about these things.
01 I felt a chill running down my spine.
And this Gods has somehow allowed him to live to this day.
Not only did no Divine Punishment occur, but they were also able to speak to him peacefully.
He truly was a benevolent Gods.
Wuma Xiu stood on the steps, looking at 01's face, which was mostly covered by a half-mask but still revealed a somewhat dazed expression.
This person isn't too stupid.
Wuma Xiu's body lengthened, and the originally thin shoulder line of the boy stretched into the neat outline of an adult.
His already breathtaking features lost the last trace of youthful gentleness, transforming into a dignified beauty that transcended gender and the mundane, leaving one breathless.
At this moment.
All who looked up understood what the "embodiment of beauty" truly meant.
"I am the Goddess of Beauty."
"A Gods who governs power, freedom, and beauty."
Generally speaking, the goddess of Goddess of Beauty governs nothing more than love, beauty, and Lust.
Believers who pray for the favor of the Goddess of Beauty usually only pray for things like "May the Goddess of Beauty me a lover," "May the Goddess of Beauty me stunning beauty," or "May the Goddess of Beauty grant me a beautiful night."
But I'm sorry.
Wuma Xiu had absolutely no interest in love or Lust.
In his view, playing Red Thread is not as good as reclining in a chair and watching the stars, and blessing love is not as good as sleeping soundly wrapped in a blanket.
As for Lust?
That would be even further outside his consideration.
Besides, isn't there a Love God?
That guy spends all day carrying around Red Thread, tying things up everywhere.
So busy I barely have time to breathe.
It would be more reasonable to leave the matters of love and Lust to Love God.
Why would you want to steal someone else's job?
Thus, with the blessing of the [Chapter of Freedom], Wuma Xiu broke free from certain boundaries imposed by the Divine Office.
He preserved "beauty," which was his essence.
He included "freedom" in his list, which was the underlying principle he chose for himself.
He held "power" in his hands; it was a weapon he needed to protect himself.
The Goddess of Beauty is not the Moon God.
He didn't have the powerful Sun God and Star God, who wished they could pile all the good things in the world in front of their younger/older brother.
What is the Goddess of Beauty?
A face coveted by the Gods, and countless eager suitors.
A Gods who is merely beautiful will not be the subject of hymns of praise by the Gods.
They will only be playthings of the Gods.
But the Goddess of Beauty, who wields power, is not.
He has enough power to protect himself.
Therefore, one can choose freedom.
He possesses the most exquisite beauty, and thus can define beauty.
And so, an unconventional Goddess of Beauty emerged.
He governs power, beauty, and freedom, yet keeps his distance from love and Lust.