This Divine Oracle Was Not Quite What They Had Imagined

"I've got it."

01's voice came from under the mask.

His right knee was on the ground, his left arm was across his chest, his back was straight, and his head was slightly lowered.

This posture is more like a standard kneeling salute when a warrior swears allegiance to a monarch.

"Your Majesty, the Goddess of Beauty, what do you need me to do?"

01 Kneeling on one knee on the cold stone steps.

His back was straight, his head slightly lowered, and his posture was impeccably upright.

He was genuinely waiting for an order.

Whatever the command is, it will be executed.

Wuma Xiu, "Gods have divine laws, and people have human rules. You should do as you should. Besides, I have said that you should atone for your sins, so go and atone."

01's shoulder trembled very slightly.

These believers have blood on their hands, have committed countless evils, and have committed atrocities under the banner of Evil God.

Atonement is a just punishment.

"... yes."

The Evil God watched silently.

That is why, when he descended, he spoke those words to those who claimed to be his followers.

Evil Gods have no interest in mortals.

They don't care about their lives or deaths, nor do they care about their good or evil.

They don't care whose name they use to commit evil deeds in the world.

In the past, he wouldn't have even given them a glance.

Not to mention speaking so much.

But he knew that Goddess of Beauty cared.

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

If these so-called believers are allowed to continue doing evil...

He will be unhappy.

And if the Goddess of Beauty is unhappy, he will be even more unhappy.

So, before the Goddess of Beauty could speak, he spoke those words for her.

It wasn't because he had the slightest pity for these mortals.

It was because he knew that Goddess of Beauty would definitely do that.

Initially, the Evil God was indeed an Evil God.

It's still the most standard and purest kind of Evil God.

--Domineering and tyrannical, cruel and cold-blooded, acting entirely on whim. If he doesn't like something today, he'll destroy a planet on a whim; if he doesn't like something tomorrow, he'll plunge an entire Star Region into eternal night.

He doesn't care about anyone's feelings, nor does he care about any god's feelings.

The rules of the Divine Realm, the laws of the Gods, and the boundaries between good and evil were all a joke to him.

He is Evil God.

Evil is his nature, as natural as fire burning and ice freezing.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

He didn't think anyone deserved to make him feel wronged.

Until he received a "Divine Core correction punch".

That punch was delivered without any fancy divine magic, without any domain or law power.

It was simply a fist, imbued with anger and power.

It hit him hard in the face.

Just how powerful was that punch?

He was so badly beaten that he flew backwards.

It smashed through seventeen walls of its own temple.

Finally, it got stuck in the eighteenth wall, and they couldn't pry it off.

That punch cracked his "I'm the best in the world" mentality.

That was the first time the Evil God truly took a god seriously.

And in front of him

That was a very beautiful Gods.

The other person stood amidst the ruins of the wall he had smashed through.

It was clearly a beating, yet it was so beautiful, like a painting made even more breathtaking by the backdrop of war.

The Evil God stared at him blankly.

Such a beautiful goddess, yet she possesses such immense power.

This is completely contrary to his usual understanding.

Beautiful things are supposed to be fragile and easily broken, needing to be held in someone's hands and carefully protected so as not to get hurt.

But the person in front of him not only beat him up, but beat him up pretty badly.

The Evil God was embedded in the wall, and pebbles rolled down from his side.

He raised his hand and touched his jawbone, which was still aching from the blow; the skin his fingertips touched was already starting to turn slightly red.

Even a divine body could be marked by such a punch, showing that it truly showed no mercy.

The Evil God leaned against a pile of rubble blasted up by his own body and suddenly chuckled softly.

The laughter carried a sense of absurdity that even the person laughing at it found unbelievable.

It's like saying, "I can't believe I've met my match."

The Evil God licked his lips, tasting a faint, almost imperceptible, metallic flavor of blood.

From that moment on, the Evil God began to change.

It's not like they suddenly turned over a new leaf and became some kind of virtuous person overnight.

It was in his eyes that seemed to look down on everything.

Finally, a clear figure was captured.

He began to curb his inexplicable destructive urges.

Before you start doing anything, try to think about whether the Goddess of Beauty will be unhappy.

Without even realizing it, he began to subtly incorporate the other person's likes and dislikes into his own code of conduct.

The Evil God slowly pulled himself out of his memories.

Memories shattered into tiny fragments of light, sinking back into the unfathomable depths of his eyes.

The scene before me overlapped for a moment with that of hundreds of thousands of years ago.

He knew that the Goddess of Beauty did not need his protection.

That punch back then said it all.

This seemingly delicate and beautiful Gods, when she really gets into a fight, can beat most Deities to a pulp.

But sometimes, the Evil God looks at the other.

Even in a daze, I still felt that the person in front of me was very vulnerable.

But this filter will shatter when the Evil God sees that the other party can take down gods with a single punch.

After spending some time by her side, the Evil God also realized that the Goddess of Beauty never lacked suitors.

It also has no shortage of treasures.

The other party has everything.

Yet he always couldn't help but want to give the other person something more.

The Evil God's gaze shifted from Wuma Xiu and swept across the surroundings.

Seeing that the other believers were still standing there in a daze.

There wasn't even a response.

The quiet and docile demeanor he had displayed before the Goddess of Beauty instantly cracked, and the fierce aura of Evil God erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed for too long finally finding its outlet.

They swept over everything in their path.

"Didn't you hear me? One or two of you dare to pretend you're deaf and dumb. Who gave you the audacity to disrespect the Goddess of Beauty in front of me?"

The oppressive aura was not as overwhelming as when he descended earlier.

Yet it was also like an invisible blade grazing the neck of every believer.

The Fanatic, their survival instincts suddenly surging, shuddered and shouted in unison:

"I humbly obey the divine decrees of Your Majesty the Goddess of Beauty and Your Majesty the Evil God!"

This was, in fact, the first time these Fanatics of this era had received a divine oracle.

However, this oracle was not just different from what they had imagined; it was completely different.

It's as far as the ends of the earth.