If: Fate's Bug - The God of Fate

For the God of Fate, the story ends as soon as it begins.

Everything, everything, is simply predestined.

He had seen too many beginnings, and he had seen too many endings.

Countless threads of Fate converged and separated before him.

But this particular passage, which even the God of Fate has read countless times, still feels somewhat unreal.

The day the Goddess of Beauty agreed to his request, the God of Fate stood before him, stunned for a long time.

He had already foreseen this ending.

Throughout the long years, he had glimpsed countless times the Fate between himself and the Goddess of Beauty.

But Fate never showed them together; all he ever saw was rejection, passing by, and an ever-present distance.

So, when the Goddess of Beauty tilted her head and said softly in her beautiful voice, "Then let's give it a try,"

The God of Fate had only one thought in his mind:

--Fate has gone awry.

For the God of Fate, Fate cannot be wrong.

If he questions Fate, it's like someone questioning their own existence.

The God of Fate subconsciously wanted to look through the Book of Fate, wanting to confirm whether all of this was a little joke that Fate was playing on him, or whether he was currently in a dream.

After all, the Dream God is always quite mischievous.

Seeing him like this, the Goddess of Beauty raised her hand and tapped his forehead, saying:

"Stop investigating. If you keep investigating, I'm changing my mind and backing out. Stop rambling on and on, just tell me, do you want it or not?"

"If you don't want it, then forget it."

Without a word, the God of Fate immediately closed the Book of Fate.

At this moment, he didn't want to check if Fate had gone wrong. After all, the other person's Fate was outside of his Fate when he met them.

He should have understood this much earlier.

In the path of Fate that he had witnessed belonging to the Goddess of Beauty, a path that was "as it should be."

She should be delicate, incomparably beautiful, and sought after and coveted by the Gods...

It should also be attributed to countless causes of chaos.

It seems that all the troubles in the world can always find an excuse on this face. It's as if being good-looking enough makes one deserving to bear all the blame that isn't theirs.

At this point, the God of Fate couldn't help but sneer.

He has witnessed far too many Fate.

On this point, he felt that only the God of Time could truly understand him.

They've seen it all too many times, so many times they've lost count of how many times the same story has played out.

I have witnessed the rise of the kingdom, and I have also witnessed its decline and destruction.

I witnessed a boy who started out enthusiastic and innocent eventually become the very thing he hated most in his youth.

I've also witnessed bad guys eventually give up their ways and die saving people.

Fate seems to never follow any logic, and it always seems to like playing tricks on people.

Among these diverse Fates, he discovered that humans seem to always like to blame everything on women.

When the country fell, many people did not point their anger at the incompetent ruler, but instead at the wicked concubine beside him.

They gritted their teeth and said that it was all this woman's fault. If it weren't for her, their emperor wouldn't have become so infatuated with her, and wouldn't have neglected his duties as emperor.

A nation collapsed, yet the blame was lightly placed on a vulnerable woman.

But what if we look at it from another perspective?

On one side is an emperor who holds the Authority of the world, and on the other is a beautiful woman who is powerless to even kill a chicken.

If this emperor had a strong will, how could he have stopped holding court in the mornings? If this emperor hadn't been so incompetent, how could he have been condemned as a tyrant? If he hadn't been so lustful, how could he have gradually led his country to ruin and his family to perish?

Therefore, the God of Fate never considers beauty a sin.

Beauty is beauty.

The guilty ones are always those who cannot control themselves and instead try to shift the blame to others out of cowardice.

Having held the Fate for countless years, he had witnessed all the absurd excuses and self-deceptions of humanity, and was already intimately familiar with this rhetoric.

But it wasn't until he met the Goddess of Beauty that he truly felt...

--It's good that the Goddess of Beauty is not subject to the whims of Fate.

He should live the way he wants to live.

Seeing that the other person was lost in thought again, the Goddess of Beauty slowly felt a little unhappy.

She was such a beautiful woman standing right in front of him, so close she could practically count his eyelashes, and yet he could still be distracted?

The Goddess of Beauty had never doubted her own charm, but after being repeatedly tormented by those Old Self, she had become somewhat frustrated.

Though the Goddess of Beauty didn't say it aloud, a faint sense of insecurity crept into her heart. Was he really not as handsome as before?

The moment the thought popped into his head, he found it absurd.

But absurd as it may be, what needs to be proven still needs to be proven.

So the Goddess of Beauty kissed him directly.

This time, it wasn't the kind of minor squabbles that used to happen between him and Old Self.

This time, the Goddess of Beauty aimed for the lips of the God of Fate.

The God of Fate was still churning in his mind, pondering how many untold grievances were hidden behind the face of the Goddess of Beauty, when suddenly he felt a soft touch on his lips.

It's warm, with a subtle sweetness.

He suddenly snapped back to reality.

The Goddess of Beauty is so close.

Those eyes, always hooked like hooks, were now closed, eyelashes drooping, so close that even the God of Fate could see the faint light on the bridge of his nose and feel the warmth of his breath.

At that moment, only one thought crossed the mind of the God of Fate.

Wrong, wrong.

In his fantasy, he should be the one pressing down and kissing the Goddess of Beauty, so why is he the one being kissed now?

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

The gap between reality and imagination has always been ridiculously large.

The God of Fate stood frozen in place, not moving an inch.

And the Goddess of Beauty is pressing him down and kissing him.

The God of Fate had lived for so long, witnessed countless Fate, and deduced countless possible futures, but he had never foreseen this scene. As the mighty God of Fate, his mind went completely blank when the god forced him to kiss him.

Shouldn't we first have a purely romantic relationship and then gradually develop feelings for each other?

Why are they being so direct?

The God of Fate was still pondering this question, and before he could come up with a solution, the Goddess of Beauty released his lips and took a step back. He raised his hand and wiped the corner of his lips with his fingertips, frowning, clearly not satisfied with the experience of the kiss.

"Fate, what are you daydreaming about?" Goddess of Beauty's tone carried a hint of exasperation. "Open your mouth!"

After giving the order, he kissed her again.

This time, the God of Fate, who had been out of sorts, seemed to finally come to his senses. He subconsciously opened his mouth.

And then it spiraled out of control.

The two Gods were kissing so passionately that it got dark.

The stars came out, the moon hung on the branches, and then the Sun rose again. Then it got dark again, the moon came out again, and the Sun rose again.

This cycle repeated itself endlessly, for countless days and nights.

The God of Fate and the Goddess of Beauty are currently sharing the same blanket.

Beneath the blanket, of course, lay an indescribable scene.

The God of Fate raised his arm, staring blankly at the dense red marks on it.

He Goddess of Beauty engaged in a fierce battle, staying up all night, inseparable, and enjoying it immensely.

Those marks were like solid evidence, proving that what had just happened was not an illusion.

Just thinking about those images made the God of Fate's face never pale; it remained bright red, burning from her ears to her neck, even her fingertips were tinged with a thin layer of red.

In truth, he didn't know whether the Goddess of Beauty had slept with him, or whether he had been slept with.

Before this, he had devised countless plans for forced love in his mind.

When to make a move, when to strategize, and how to keep the other party by your side...

He had gone through those plans countless times.

When the moment actually came, none of it was needed.

None of them were used.

The God of Fate lay in bed, gazing at the ceiling, with the Goddess of Beauty embracing him as he slept beside him.

The other person's body was also covered in red marks.

The God of Fate turned sideways and embraced the Goddess of Beauty.

He looked at the face of the god he loved; when the other person was quiet, he was exceptionally handsome.

The God of Fate stared blankly for a while.

The Goddess of Beauty opened her beautiful eyes, saw the other person's expression, and laughed.

That's right, that's exactly it, he's just that charismatic.

The Old Self don't know what's good for them.

Since they didn't like it, he went to find another god.

After all, he's a normal male god, and his physical needs still need to be met.

The God of Fate lay in bed, gazing at the ceiling, with the Goddess of Beauty embracing him as he slept beside him.

The other person's body was also covered in red marks, some deep and some shallow, spreading from their Collarbone down to their waist...

That face, which usually carried a somewhat nonchalant air, looked exceptionally beautiful now that it was quiet.

Even their sleeping posture exuded an air of nonchalance and self-importance.

The God of Fate looked at the arm that was lying across his chest.

The other person treated her like a body pillow, holding her tightly.

The God of Fate turned to the side and embraced the Goddess of Beauty.

He looked down at the Goddess of Beauty, at her serene face, and then, lost in thought again.

His mind was blank, with only one thought echoing repeatedly:

So it really is possible.

So he can have moments like this too.

The Goddess of Beauty opened her eyes, her gaze now completely free of any sleepiness. Seeing the God of Fate looking so absent-minded, she was first taken aback, then a smile curved her lips.

Yes, yes, that's it.

That's exactly the expression he wanted.

Staring in disbelief, mesmerized, unable to look away.

This is the kind of treatment his face deserves.

Those Old Self don't know what's good for him. One by one, they either treat him as a nuisance or as a decoration, wasting such a good face.

Since they didn't like it, he went to find another god.

After all, even Goddess of Beauty like him is a normal male god, and his physiological needs still need to be met.

The God of Fate pulled the blanket up to cover his face, which was burning hot.

Unfortunately, the blanket hadn't been covering him for long before the Goddess of Beauty yanked it off.

The morning light shone down, making his flushed face impossible to hide.

The Goddess of Beauty looked at him, a lazy, mocking smile on her lips, and leaned in to press down on him.

"What are you covering up for? We've already been completely honest with each other. Or are you just shy?"

The God of Fate moved his lips, but before he could compose a decent rebuttal.

The Goddess of Beauty then leaned down a little closer, whispering in his ear, her voice laced with undisguised mockery.

"Judging from your previous demeanor, I thought you were a seasoned veteran. But..."

"He's just a child prodigy, a complete waste."

The ears of the God of Fate were practically bleeding.

The words "child prodigy" made the old face of the God of Fate burn with embarrassment.

He wanted to refute it, to say that it was called being virtuous, to prefer quality over quantity, and that Fate had not arranged such a detail, but the words were all blocked by the Goddess of Beauty's smile.

Seeing his hesitant expression, Goddess of Beauty became even more interested. She reached out and pinched the God of Fate's chin, gently turning his face to face, forcing him to look directly at her.

"What? You're not convinced?" Goddess of Beauty raised an eyebrow. "Then tell me, what were you doing all those years? The God of Fate, you haven't even experienced something like this? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the other gods?"

The God of Fate has finally regained a sliver of his voice.

He looked away, his voice strained, "I... I've seen it."

"You've seen it?" The Goddess of Beauty paused for a moment, then realized what she meant and laughed so hard her shoulders were shaking. "You don't mean you squatted in front of the Book of Fate and watched what others did, do you?"

"This is something I can't control. Besides, go look at the God of Time; how much has he seen in the River of Time?"

"That's how the God of Fate explained it," the god of fate countered.

The Goddess of Beauty laughed so hard she almost rolled off the bed.

He wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes, straightened up, and looked down at the face of the God of Fate.

"Alright, all talk and no action is useless. Since you have so much theory, let's put it into practice."

The Goddess of Beauty spoke slowly, her fingertips sliding down the God of Fate's apple...

The God of Fate froze.

He certainly knew what the Goddess of Beauty meant by "practice".

The events of the past are still vivid in my mind; the marks on his body are the best proof.

But he had been passive the whole time...

By the time he came to his senses, it was already daylight, and he still didn't understand how he had been turned over.

Now, in broad daylight, the Goddess of Beauty has pressed down upon us again.

Those eyes shone as if they had finally found some interesting toy, God of Fate suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

"Wait, wait a minute." He raised his hand and placed it on Goddess of Beauty's shoulder. "I think we need to talk."

"What are you talking about? Or are you saying you're not good enough? In that case, I'll go find another god."

The Goddess of Beauty raises an eyebrow, about to descend from the God of Fate.

The God of Fate seized him.

"No."

"No?" Goddess of Beauty interrupted him, lowering her head closer, her nose almost touching his. "You don't want to?"

The gates of the Fate Temple have not been opened for a long time.

This surprised the other gods.

After all, the God of Fate is not the God of Time, the god who sits on the River of Time all year round.

But the God of Fate is different.

The gates of the Fate Temple are always open.

But this time, the door remained closed for a long time.

In the first few days, a god came knocking on the door. I stood outside and waited for a long time but received no response. I thought the God of Fate was just going out occasionally, so I shook my head and left.

A few days later, more people came, gathering in twos and threes in front of the door, discussing and wondering if something had happened to the God of Fate.

Later, the news spread, and even the Gods, who rarely ventured out, came to take a look, standing before the tightly closed gate and marveling at it.

Has the God of Fate changed his ways?

"Could it be that he has gone into seclusion?"

"What kind of seclusion could he possibly have? Does something like Fate require seclusion to comprehend?"

"Could it be... that he was beaten up by someone and is hiding inside to recover?"

The Gods looked at each other, increasingly suspicious of the matter.

A god suggested going to ask the God of Time, since the one who controls Fate and the one who controls time have some connection.

But then again, facing the cold face of the God of Time was truly a headache for the gods.

So the Gods had no choice but to continue waiting.

As they waited, various versions of the rumors emerged.

Some say that the God of Fate went mad while trying to predict Fate and became trapped in the labyrinth of the Book of Fate.

Some say he saw something he shouldn't have seen and was suffering a backlash, and is currently healing inside the palace.

Some even said things that were even more outrageous.

It is said that the God of Fate actually secretly descended to the mortal realm to undergo tribulation, and the other party left in such a hurry that they forgot to leave someone to guard the temple.

Then one day, the door suddenly opened.

The Gods rushed over upon hearing the news, peering inside with eager eyes, and then froze in place.

The God of Fate sat in the temple, looking no different than before.

What truly shocked the Gods was another god.

The Goddess of Beauty was carrying a jug of wine and slowly sipping it.

The Gods looked at each other, then all turned their gaze back to the God of Fate.

The God of Fate raised his head, meeting the stunned faces outside the door, and asked without changing his expression, "What is it?"

The Gods shook their heads.

The God of Fate continued to turn the pages of his book, as if nothing had happened.

The Goddess of Beauty chuckled from inside, strolled out carrying a wine jug, leaned down from behind, and whispered something in the ear of the God of Fate.

At that moment, the Gods looked at the God of Fate with envy.

God of Fate!

That's the Goddess of Beauty!

He actually slept with me!

They don't receive this treatment!

Moreover, the Goddess of Beauty was even flirting with the God of Fate; they overheard the other saying...

What?

God of Fate... no good?

The Gods were once again unsure whether to be jealous of each other or to pity each other.

They saw the God of Fate's ears turn red rapidly, and the Book of Fate in his hand flipped to a page with a snap.

The Goddess of Beauty laughed so hard her shoulders shook. She raised her hand to ruffle the hair of the God of Fate, then turned and strolled back into the inner sanctum, leaving the circle of Gods outside, who were still in a daze, standing there.

After a long while, one of the bolder gods finally spoke in a low voice:

"Um... God of Fate, shall we come another day?"

The God of Fate, without even looking up, simply said, "Hmm."

The Gods, as if granted a pardon, dispersed and hurried away, only daring to stop and whisper among themselves when they were quite far away and certain they had left the area covered by the Fate Temple.

After all, although the God of Fate's Divine Power wasn't particularly strong, he still held the Fate.

If they say something they shouldn't, and the God of Fate remembers it, he can manipulate their Fate at will in the future.

For example, make them slip at a crucial moment in the duel.

For example, make them embarrass themselves in front of the Gods.

For example, if they suddenly sneeze while confessing their feelings to someone else they like, that would be a real loss.

No one wants to be burdened with ill-fitting shoes by Fate because of a casual remark.

"So, the God of Fate has been in seclusion for so long because he's been beeping..."

"With the Goddess of Beauty..."

Damn it!

"The Goddess of Beauty is mine!!"

"Then why didn't you just go for it? Challenge the God of Fate."

"I... I... I wouldn't dare!" The god blushed and stubbornly protested, "Putting aside the God of Fate, what do you think the Goddess of Beauty is? She could send you flying with one punch, okay?"

"Tch, doesn't that mean you're weak and can't win?"

"Weakling."

The Gods dispersed with laughter, leaving behind a few sarcastic remarks lingering in the wind.

Shortly after they left, the Goddess of Beauty emerged from the inner sanctum. She had heard a commotion outside and assumed it was someone coming to see the God of Fate, so she left.

After all, he had no interest in those things.

Surprisingly, not a single person came in.

The Goddess of Beauty raised an eyebrow, then simply stepped out and sat down on the lap of the God of Fate.

The God of Fate tried his best to maintain his composure, still clutching the Book of Fate in his hand, his gaze fixed on it. The faint scent of wine mingled with his body heat wafted over him, making it impossible for him to concentrate even through the thin fabric of his clothes.

The words in the Book of Fate began to move before his eyes.

The God of Fate's fingers trembled slightly as he turned the pages. He flipped through two pages, then turned back, having no idea what he was reading.

He couldn't hold on for long.

Seeing the God of Fate's feigned composure, the Goddess of Beauty chuckled a few times, then reached out and hooked his chin, turning his face toward her, making his gaze shift from the Book of Fate to her, her breath almost touching his lips.

"Fate, I really want to know, how did you plan to lock me up in that little dark room before? Tell me, let me have a laugh."

The God of Fate is starting to falter.

If he could resist temptation at this moment, he wouldn't be a male god.

However, moderation is essential.

They've done that so often before; even if they were gods, they couldn't act so recklessly.

Therefore, one must practice moderation, moderation, moderation.

The God of Fate tried hard to convince himself.

The Goddess of Beauty placed her arm around the shoulder of the God of Fate.

The God of Fate's apple bobbed, his voice slightly hoarse:

"Mei, let me make this clear first: after I tell you this, you can't hit me or beat me up."

"OK."

The Goddess of Beauty readily agreed, naturally wrapping her arm around his shoulder and snuggling closer to him.

The God of Fate closed his eyes resignedly and pressed his forehead against that of the Goddess of Beauty.

Those plans he had repeatedly rehearsed in countless late nights, only to abandon one by one, were transmitted through their foreheads as they touched.

The first step in the plan devised by the God of Fate:

In the name of Fate, he imprisoned the Goddess of Beauty in his palace.

Flowers bloom in all four seasons, and they stay together every day. One day, the other person will get used to him.

Plan 2:

He altered the Fates of all the Gods surrounding the Goddess of Beauty, causing them to leave one by one until he was the only god left in their world.

Article 3 of the plan:

By binding them together by Fate, the Goddess of Beauty will eventually return to him no matter where she goes.

Articles four, five, six, seven...

Even after the God of Fate had finished sending the message, and he could have moved his head away, he refused to.

He didn't want to be separated from the other person at all, after all, he was about to be tortured.

After receiving the gift, the Goddess of Beauty looked at the God of Fate with a hint of amusement.

"Fate, I never expected you to do this to me."

Then he raised his hand and slapped the God of Fate away.

That slap was deserved.

The God of Fate crashed into a familiar pit.

He lay on his back at the bottom of the pit, gazing at the unchanging sky above him.

The Goddess of Beauty withdrew her hand, flew to the edge of the pit, looked down at him, and spoke in a light, airy tone:

"I didn't hit you, I just slapped you."

The God of Fate lay in the pit.

He already knew all along, but what could he say?

Besides, a beating is a sign of affection, and scolding is a sign of love.

Besides, this is his lover; he doesn't care what she wants to do.

Even if it's with a whip...

The God of Fate tried to nip the idea in the bud, only to find it more stubborn than ever before, impossible to suppress.

He lay in the pit and suddenly felt his ears getting hot.

The Goddess of Beauty at the edge of the pit saw him lying there silently, raised an eyebrow, bent down, and crouched down, supporting herself on her knees to examine him:

What? You're not convinced?

The God of Fate gazed at the face reflected in his vision.

"I'm convinced," he said.

The Goddess of Beauty stared at him for a couple of moments, then suddenly smiled.

He reached out and pulled the God of Fate out of the pit.

"Get up. By the way, did your Book of Fate mention what I want to eat tonight?"

The Goddess of Beauty turned and walked into the temple, but after taking two steps, she turned back.

The God of Fate followed and replied earnestly, "Such trivial matters are not recorded in the Book of Fate."

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

"I'll eat whatever you want."

Upon hearing this, the Goddess of Beauty paused, smiled, and reached out to hook the neck of the God of Fate, pulling him towards her.

"Fine, fate. You said it yourself."

He leaned close to the ear of the God of Fate, his voice trailing off with a lazy, mischievous glint.

"Then I choose to eat..."

The God of Fate shook his head frantically, almost reflexively, repeatedly refusing:

"No, no, no, this needs to be done in moderation. It can't be done so often, or it's bad for your health."

The Goddess of Beauty raised an eyebrow, released her grip on his neck, took a half step back, and looked him up and down.

That look clearly said:

You, a Gods, are telling me you're unwell?

The God of Fate felt somewhat uncomfortable under his gaze.

He knew, of course, that gods were different from mortals, but every time he Goddess of Beauty had sex, it would last for days.

It gets dark and then light again, light and then dark again.

This cycle repeats itself countless times, day and night, and it happens so frequently.

He is, after all, Righteous God who controls Fate; he can't possibly...

It wasn't that he was unwilling, but everything has its limits.

If excessive indulgence leads to physical depletion, and he later goes to the River of Time to find the God of Time, only to be met with that unchanging, indifferent gaze, where would he put his face?

The God of Time appears to care about nothing on the surface.

But once they open their mouths, every word they say hits right where it hurts.

"Alright, alright, that's enough. Tonight we'll just have dinner. You'll cook?"

"Good."

The days that followed were completely different from what the God of Fate had imagined. He had envisioned sitting side by side atop the Divine Realm, overlooking the myriad aspects of life, enjoying a peaceful and serene existence.

But the reality is, the Goddess of Beauty wants to go to the human world to admire flowers today, wants to go to the sea to feel the breeze tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow she hears about a Sea of Flowers from somewhere and drags him away...

For the first time in all these years, the God of Fate felt like a little follower running behind someone else.

But he did it willingly.

Once, the Goddess of Beauty was walking ahead when she suddenly stopped and looked back at him.

"Why are you laughing?"

The God of Fate was taken aback. "Did I laugh?"

"He laughed. He's been laughing since earlier, acting all silly."

The God of Fate raised his hand and touched his face, finding that the corners of his mouth were indeed turned up, and he couldn't suppress it.

He had ruled over Fate for millennia and witnessed countless endings, but he never imagined that one could be so ridiculously funny that he wouldn't even realize it himself. He also never imagined that the phrase "getting what you want" would taste like.

On this day, the Goddess of Beauty led the God of Fate to a Sea of Flowers.

A boundless Sea of Flowers, with blossoms of all colors swaying and bobbing in the wind. Sunlight filters through the clouds, scattering golden light across the petals, and a delicate fragrance fills the air.

The God of Fate followed the Goddess of Beauty through the flower bushes and heard a burst of music.

Deep within the Sea of Flowers, God of Wine sits on a Bluestone, a Harp resting on his lap, his fingertips plucking the strings as he begins to sing.

The scene at that moment was extremely beautiful.

The piano music was clear as flowing water, and the singing was melodious as the wind passing through the valley.

He was singing an ancient folk song he had found somewhere, the lyrics of which had long been lost, leaving only the melody itself echoing in the Sea of Flowers, soft and expansive.

The God of Fate stood among the flowers and suddenly felt refreshed and invigorated.

He knew that God of Wine had Theology under the god of sound for a period of time.

The music played by the other party was also very pleasant to hear.

However, he had no interaction with the other party.

To sit here and listen to the music and songs of God of Wine, as I do today, is something I have never experienced before.

Normally, God of Wine doesn't play music; he prefers to wander around with his Wine Gourd, calling out to his friends and making merry. So, this is the first time the God of Fate has heard God of Wine's voice in all his years.

He stood amidst the Sea of Flowers, momentarily lost in thought.

A genius capable of producing such a tone is certainly not someone with deep-seated cunning.

The Goddess of Beauty turned her head and warned the God of Fate:

"Fate, now that you are my god, let me formally introduce you to my dearest confidant, the God of Wine. You'd better be polite when you speak to him, or I'll get angry."

The God of Fates was a little jealous of the other party's favoritism towards God of Wine, but it was also understandable. After all, in Goddess of Beauty's life, God of Wine spent far more time with her than Athena herself.

But while he understands, he still finds it a little hard to accept.

You should know that right now, you are the most important god to the other person.

The God of Fate felt a pang of sadness as he looked at the Goddess of Beauty's expression when she said those words.

He was indeed jealous of the other person's strong preference for God of Wine.

But he could understand it.

After all, in the long life of Goddess of Beauty, God of Wine spent far more time with her than he did with himself.

The other person's friendship with God of Wine was a bond built up long ago, a friendship forged through countless jars of fine wine, countless heartfelt conversations, and countless journeys together.

And how long has he been so bad?

All things considered, it's only been a few days.

But despite understanding, the unacceptability that God of Fate held for her remained firmly in her heart.

He was extremely depressed.

In his view, he should be the most important god to the other person. He should be the Goddess of Beauty, remembered in her heart, placed at the forefront, and introduced to other gods in this tone, saying, "This is my dearest, most beloved."

But now, what the Goddess of Beauty is spitting out is the God of Wine.

Therefore, the God of Fate is very jealous at this moment.

But he also knew that saying such things would only make the Goddess of Beauty dislike him.

Jealousy and rivalry might be considered a form of romance among other gods. But for the Goddess of Beauty of beauty, who has witnessed countless instances of jealousy and rivalry, it only makes her appear petty, insecure, and clueless.

In truth, even the God of Fate did not know why the Goddess of Beauty had chosen him.

Perhaps it was hit by some unidentified object while it was flying?

Or perhaps the other person is simply curious?

Or perhaps the other person is simply lusting after her body?

After all, he really couldn't take it anymore these past few days.

However, the God of Fate is quite self-aware. If the Goddess of Beauty were to choose between herself and her beloved God of Wine, she would choose God of Wine without hesitation.

After all, he had countless suitors, but only one true confidante.

In this respect, the God of Fate is quite self-aware.

So the God of Fate said nothing.

He simply looked up again at the figure singing with Harp deep in the Sea of Flowers, and put on a polite expression.

"Okay. I understand."

Seeing his expression, the Goddess of Beauty knew he was a little jealous, so she took his hand and kissed him on the cheek.

"Alright, alright, I know you too well. You're such a jealous person. The wine is almost gone, let's go over there."

The God of Fate was taken aback.

He originally thought that he would have to digest the bitterness in his heart on his own, and it would take him at least a while to recover.

As a result, the Goddess of Beauty simply kissed him and uttered a light, casual remark, and the tightness in his chest dissipated, leaving even him somewhat incredulous.

He stood among the flowers, a thought popping into his mind:

Was he really that easy to please?

Just one bite, one "jealousy," and he's all right?

How could he be so easily fooled?

But then I thought, she's the Goddess of Beauty.

If it were any other god, let alone a kiss, they'd want to kick the person flying even if they came within a meter. They'd be thinking, "Damn it, what are you doing getting so close? Do you want to die?"

After God of Wine played the last note, he pressed his fingertips on the string, and the lingering sound faded away.

He looked up and saw two Gods approaching hand in hand.

One walked leisurely and carefree, the other followed calmly and steadily, their clothes fluttering in the Sea of Flowers, against the backdrop of the abundant blossoms, they looked like a pair who had stepped out of an ancient painting.

God of Wine, holding his Harp, watched them with a smile, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

They are truly a match made in heaven, a perfect couple.

He came here today for no other reason than to see with his own eyes this God of Fate and his soulmate, the Goddess of Beauty.

After all, he had seen too many of the Goddess of Beauty who used to be indifferent to everyone. Now that she was willing to take someone with her and even introduce them to him, it was a very important matter in the eyes of the God of Wine.

He had to see for himself who the God of Fate really was, and whether he was worthy to stand beside his confidant.

If the other party does anything bad to his confidante, he will advise the Goddess of Beauty to give up on this God of Fate.

After all, in his view, his confidante was worthy of the best god in the Divine Realm.

Anyone who dares to treat him badly will be the first to object, God of Wine.

Although he can't beat anyone, he has a hundred ways to make their lives a chaotic mess.

"Beauty, and Fate, you have come." God of Wine stood up, holding his Harp, his smile gentle. "Was the music beautiful? It was my blessing for you. May you be together forever, never to be separated."

As he spoke, his eyes crinkled into a smile, his tone was gentle, and his demeanor was dignified, like a refined scholar who was detached from worldly affairs, improvising a melody of blessing for lovers amidst Sea of Flowers.

The God of Fate looked at him in this state and was momentarily dazed.

There are countless rumors about this God of Wine.

He had heard stories of the other man getting drunk somewhere, clinging to some Gods as a brother, weeping uncontrollably while clinging to someone's arm, or running rampant through the Divine Realm with his Wine Gourd, playing pranks on the gods everywhere...

You should ask him how he heard it.

Then we shouldn't mention God of Wine's group of friends.

Among this group of friends, the most difficult to deal with was the God of Time. Heaven knows how shocked the God of Fate was when he first learned that the God of Time would fall in love with the God of God of Wine.

He even secretly laughed at it.

Unfortunately... later, the other side retaliated with mockery.

The God of Fate glanced at the Goddess of Beauty beside him.

Goddess of Beauty clearly saw through her confidant's pretentious act, so she stepped forward and patted God of Wine on the shoulder.

"Alright, stop putting on airs. He's not some other god."

The gentle smile on God of Wine's face crumbled.

He blinked and then let out a long sigh of relief.

His entire divine posture immediately became much more relaxed.

"Alright, alright, it seems you're really satisfied with him. In that case, I'm relieved."

God of Wine immediately reverted to his true nature, circled the God of Fate once, stopped in front of him, and cheered loudly.

"I must say, pretending was quite tiring."

God of Wine let out a long breath, slumped down, and leaned against a tree trunk, clutching his Harp.

That carefully cultivated air of elegance has been completely shattered.

He looked up at the God of Fate, his eyebrows arched, and a genuine ease finally appeared in his smile.

"Fate, is it? It's nice to meet you."

"The God of Time and I are really good friends. I heard you're also close to the God of Time, and he often mentions you to me."

Upon hearing this, the God of Fate couldn't help but feel a bit curious.

His relationship with the God of Time is indeed difficult to define using ordinary terms.

As for their relationship, they were both gods, each holding Authority in their own domain, and had met many times over the long years.

In terms of personal relationships, the God of Time, who sits by the River of Time after year, treats him differently from others. The God of Fate once tried to glimpse his Fate, but was stopped by him.

I've had brief conversations with them on certain occasions, though we didn't say much, but I always felt there was a tacit understanding between us that no one else could penetrate.

They had all been looking for too long, so long that everything in the world appeared to them as similar waves.

This shared exhaustion is something only they can understand.

How would the God of Time evaluate himself before the God of Wine?

So he looked at God of Wine and asked:

"God of Wine, how did the God of Time mention me to you?"

God of Wine's expression suddenly turned somewhat strange, and he plucked a string with the fingers holding his Harp.

"Some say you control your Fate yet can't see your own heart; some say you've lived for millions of years yet are still like a clueless idiot; some say you're insidious, ruthless, and unscrupulous; some say you're capricious, unpredictable, and selfish..."

As God of Wine spoke, the expression on the face of the God of Fate was truly fascinating.

First came surprise, then stiffness, and then a gradual descent into a dark cloud.

"Very well, so this is how the God of Time sees him." He hadn't expected the God of Time to belittle him so utterly in front of God of Wine. What? Unable to see his own thoughts? What? A clueless newcomer? What? Treacherous, ruthless, and unscrupulous? What? Moody, unpredictable, and selfish?

Haha, he's actually a wolf in sheep's clothing.

The God of Fate sneered inwardly.

The other party usually has an unyielding and aloof demeanor, but inside he is clearly more cunning than anyone else. Especially that damned guy who actually schemed against him. If he had obtained that jar of Reunion, the Goddess of Beauty might have been with him long ago.

If the other party even schemed to steal such a small amount of wine, how dare they call themselves treacherous, ruthless, and unscrupulous?

If the God of Fate admits that he merely occasionally gives the suitors surrounding the Goddess of Beauty something to do, keeping them extremely busy, is that considered insidious?

Haha, what about the God of Time?

The other party certainly made many of his suitors who came close to God of Wine suffer.

Of course, the God of Time's evaluation of the God of Fate was always mixed.

However, in the presence of God of Wine, all the praise was cut off, leaving only criticism, and it was criticism to the extreme.

Why?

Naturally, it was all to improve one's image in front of God of Wine.

A God of Fate who has been utterly humiliated by the God of Time only serves to highlight the God of Time's aloofness in disdain for associating with him...

Therefore, when God of Wine learned that Goddess of Beauty was with God of Fates, he couldn't help but feel worried.

He was afraid that the Goddess of Beauty had been deceived by sweet words, so he specially asked the Goddess of Beauty to bring the God of Fate so that he could see for himself.

But looking at them now, it seems they're quite normal.

For a moment, the God of Fate wondered whether he should expose the true face of the God of Time in front of the God of Wine.

But the thought vanished as soon as it arose.

After all, given the other party's twisted personality, if he really exposed it, the God of Time would surely retaliate.

That retaliation will likely be lurking in some unexpected moment, waiting for him to lower his guard before delivering a fatal blow.

He's currently in the sweet phase of his relationship with the Goddess of Beauty, so there's really no need for him to create this kind of trouble for himself.

The God of Fate suppressed the rising emotions and spoke calmly to the God of Wine:

"I see."

While you can't openly trip someone up, you can always do it subtly.

The God of Fate was silently calculating in his heart.

However, these thoughts only lingered in his mind before being interrupted by the God of Wine before him.

This is clearly a person who can't keep secrets and says whatever comes to mind, a stark Gods to the scheming God of Time.

The God of Fate couldn't help but mutter a small complaint to himself.

His relationship with the God of Time is truly inextricably intertwined.

Now, even the god I like has such a close relationship with me.

Goddess of Beauty is the confidante of God of Wine is a friend of the God of Time, and the God of Time also has a subtle relationship with him that neither of them is willing to admit.

After going around in circles, the four gods were thus entangled in the threads of Fate.

Thank goodness.

The God of Fate breathed a long sigh of relief.

They did not fall in love with the same god.

If that were the case, he couldn't even imagine what the Divine Realm would be like now.

Otherwise, things might turn out like this in the future.

God of Wine wept, clutching his wine jar; the God of Time sat on the River of Time, sneering; Goddess of Beauty watched the spectacle unfold; and the God of Fate secretly sabotaged all the gods.

Just imagining that scene is so melodramatic it's suffocating.

While the God of Fate was still brainstorming, the Goddess of Beauty and the God of Wine were already embracing.

That relationship was visibly much closer than with one's own family.

"Wine..." The Goddess of Beauty wrapped her arms around the God of God of Wine's neck and showered him with kisses on both cheeks. "Sigh, it was perfectly fine to digest it internally, so why didn't you accept my suggestion in the first place?"

God of Wine was caught off guard by his kiss.

He pushed the Goddess of Beauty away with all his might, wiping his face frantically with his sleeve as he did so.

"Accept? I won't accept it! Stay away from me!"

God of Wine wiped his left cheek, then his right, as if he wanted to scrub his entire face off.

"Also, you've smeared your saliva on my face, stop kissing me. If you can digest it internally, why don't you go find some of the other gods?"

As he spoke, he shrank back while casting pleading glances at the God of Fate.

The meaning in his eyes was crystal clear.

--Your wife needs to do something about this! Say something, will you?

The God of Fate sat to the side, watching this scene unfold.

Goddess of Beauty embraced God of Wine's neck and kissed him passionately, oblivious to everyone else around them.

God of Wine pushed him, wiped his face, and showed disgust...

When they're together, I can't get a piece of the action at all.

That atmosphere... he couldn't break into it either.

The God of Fate felt as if several arrows had been thrust into his heart from different angles and directions.

The first arrow struck at the name "Jiujiu".

The second arrow struck the Goddess of Beauty's two unwavering kisses.

The third arrow struck at God of Wine's question, "Why didn't you accept my proposal in the first place?"

The fourth arrow struck the pleading eyes of God of Wine.

The God of Fate showed no expression on his face, but his heart was bleeding. If this were the old him, he would probably have felt immense heartache and pain, then swallowed those emotions and pretended that nothing had happened.

But looking at it now, it's even more heartbreaking.

It turns out that all the things he had been planning— the God of Time belittling him in front of the God of Wine, the underhanded attempts to trip him up, the complicated relationships between the four gods—were all insignificant.

Even if he and the God of Time fell in love with the same god, it would never be as distressing as what he was seeing now.

At least that way, he and the God of Time could be considered to be in the same boat, and maybe they could even sit down and have a drink together.

Even the usually carefree God of Wine noticed something amiss in the expression on the God of Fate's face.

As God of Wine struggled to extricate himself from Goddess of Beauty's clutches, he grabbed Goddess of Beauty's soft flesh at the waist and twisted it hard.

"Oh, my dear confidante, aren't you going to do anything about your lover over there?"

If things continue like this, he's really worried that God of Fate will throw some mishaps at him.

God of Wine could understand this concern very well. If it were him, watching his beloved embrace and kiss another god, he would probably smash the wine jar.

The God of Fate hasn't acted yet is already a testament to their excellent self-control.

The Goddess of Beauty winced in pain as she was pinched, looking down at the hand on her waist, then up at the God of Wine's face, which seemed to say, "Please let me go."

Okay, looks like I can't keep joking around like this.

The Goddess of Beauty shifted her gaze to the God of Fate, meeting his eyes, and suddenly felt a mixture of amusement and tenderness.

So he released his arm from God of Wine, walked back to sit beside God of Fates, and put his elbow on the other's shoulder.

"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. Jiu Jiu is a confidante, you're a lover, how can those be the same?"

God of Wine, holding his Harp, looked over there and saw that Goddess of Beauty had easily charmed the gods with just a few words. He couldn't help but shake his head, thinking to himself, "Well, as expected of Goddess of Beauty."

So the three Gods sat down in this Sea of Flowers and admired the scenery before them.

The Goddess of Beauty leaned against the God of Fate, occasionally turning her head to chat and laugh with the God of Wine.

God of Wine held Harp, its notes scattered and drifting in the wind.

As the God of Fate sat beside the Goddess of Beauty, the jealousy that had been churning in his heart for half a day gradually subsided.

The Sea of Flowers stretches endlessly, with thousands of petals undulating like waves as the wind passes by.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the clouds, falling on the shoulders of the three Gods, a quiet and long moment.

The Goddess of Beauty brought the God of Fate to meet the God of Wine. After returning, she pestered the God of Fate to take her to meet the god's best friend.

"Since you've seen my wine, shouldn't you reciprocate by introducing me to your friends?"

It is only natural that the Goddess of Beauty leans on the shoulder of the God of Fate.

The God of Fate thought for a moment, then shook his head and refused:

No, I don't have a best friend.

The Goddess of Beauty raised an eyebrow at him, clearly disbelieving.

Although the God of Fate is usually aloof, he is still the Main God who governs Fate and has many dealings with other Gods. How could he not even have a best friend?

Of all the so-called friends of the God of Fate, if one were to truly choose the best, relatively speaking, there would only be one god.

--The God of Time.

Yes, life is unpredictable.

He, the God of Fate, ended up finding that his best friend was actually the God of Time, whom he had always considered his nemesis.

If this gets out, even Love God's little notebook probably wouldn't have recorded such an outrageous incident.

The God of Fate spoke cautiously:

I don't think the God of Time would want us to disturb him.

The God of Time sits alone on the River of Time year after year.

If he were to rashly go with the Goddess of Beauty, the two goddesses would most likely end up being left out in the wind on the River of Time.

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a line of words appeared out of thin air in front of the Goddess of Beauty.

The handwriting is elegant and understated, with restrained strokes.

[Of course, it's convenient. The Temple of Time welcomes you as guests.]

The God of Fate stared at those words, his expression freezing.

Damn the God of Time, he knew he couldn't stop the other side.

The Goddess of Beauty also looked at the words, then turned her head to look at the God of Fate, her eyebrows rising slightly.

That look clearly said:

Didn't you say he didn't want us to bother him? What's this?

Suddenly, the God of Fate had a bad feeling.

In short, if the God of Time were to visit at any other time, it wouldn't be impossible for him not to.

But it just so happens that now, just when the Goddess of Beauty wants to drag him there, and just after he said, "The God of Time wouldn't want us to disturb him," the message arrives.

Something's fishy about it.

Going there at this time is like throwing yourself to the wolves.

How could that adversary sitting on the River of Time suddenly change his mind and take the initiative to invite someone over?

And they arrived right on time, without the slightest delay.

The God of Fate could almost picture the other person sitting by the river, gently tracing the words with their fingertips, and delivering them to the Goddess of Beauty.

Beneath that indifferent face, there must be a hint of almost malicious interest that others cannot see.

Originally, our wise God of Fate had no intention of going.

But unfortunately, there was a seductive concubine constantly urging him on.

The Goddess of Beauty tilted her head to look at him, her eyes filled with bright expectation, her lips curled up, and her whole being seemed to say "I want to go".

He leaned closer, his voice urging with a hint of coquettishness:

"Hurry up, hurry up! We absolutely have to go. They've invited us, how can we not go?"

The God of Fate turned his gaze away, attempting a final act of resistance.

The Goddess of Beauty immediately changed her tone, raising an eyebrow and saying:

"Ming, are you chickening out? If you are, then you can stay here by yourself. I'm going anyway."

Whatever the reason, the message was delivered to him.

The Goddess of Beauty said, "How can I pretend I didn't see it and ignore it?"

If you really don't go, wouldn't that just mean you're a coward?

Moreover, he also had a debt to God of Time.

Whether the God of Fate was cowardly or not, he didn't know; in any case, he couldn't be cowardly. Moreover, the Goddess of Beauty's sixth sense told him that this trip would definitely be very interesting.

"... Let's go."

The God of Fate nodded resignedly.

The Goddess of Beauty smiled, grabbed his arm, and dragged him away.

At this moment on the River of Time

A figure stood silently, with the ever-flowing River of Time before him.

The God of Time's gaze fell upon the river's surface, his expression as indifferent as ever. But if one looked closer, one could see that his eyes held no interest in the water whatsoever.

He was certainly not admiring the river.

The God of Time's gaze fell upon all living beings reflected in the river, but not all of them. A small part of his gaze also fell upon a particular god.

Everyone knows this god; it's naturally God of Wine.

Although, strictly speaking, this action by the God of Time is equivalent to spying and surveillance.

By the way, this is a very bad behavior, please don't follow it.

But this behavior is considered normal by the God of Time.

He himself has always been observing the River of Time, from ancient times to the present, from birth to death. What difference does it make who he's observing?

The God of Time said, looking at the one that interested him more, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

No problem, of course no problem.

What if there's a problem?

Hehe, then you might be in trouble.

This time, the God of Time's invitation to the God of Fate was certainly not a good thing. To be more precise, he wanted to meet the Goddess of Beauty.

For other gods, if they don't want to develop a very high liking for the Goddess of Beauty upon first meeting her, there's only one way...

--Without looking at the other person.

Close your eyes and scan with your Divine Power, lest you lose your composure because of that face.

Although this method was somewhat haphazard, it was undeniably effective. After all, the beauty of the Goddess of Beauty was undeniable, and ordinary Gods simply couldn't resist it.

However, the God of Time is naturally not included among these "other gods".

Having witnessed so much and seen so much of the vicissitudes of life, his will was naturally very firm.

Even the God of Wine of wine back then had to use a lot of persuasion and gentle coaxing to soften the other party's attitude little by little.

God of Wine knocked on the door for seven days and seven nights, and sat by the River of Time for hundreds of years before the God of Time finally agreed to be his friend.

Such a temperament is unmatched in the entire Divine Realm.

The God of Time stated that he was certainly not comparable to the God of Fate, who was only attracted to the Goddess of Beauty. His desire to see the Goddess of Beauty was not because he was attracted by her face.

"God of Time, it's been a long time."

The Goddess of Beauty looked at the handsome face of the God of Time, but was not attracted by it.

Back then, he wandered around the Divine Realm and, having heard of the name of the God of Time, even came to this Temple of Time out of admiration.

Unfortunately, this God of Time was a blockhead.

For the Goddess of Beauty, no matter how much charm she used, all she ever received in return was a calm gaze.

Then, he was thrown out by the other party.

During that time, the Goddess of Beauty was thinking that she had to get some face back from the God of Time.

After all, he had never been treated this coldly in his entire life.

Unexpectedly, the God of Time was such a homebody, rarely venturing beyond his own door, even more so than his Old Self of the Moon God.

The Goddess of Beauty circled around the Temple of Time again and again, but could never find an opportunity.

Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer and passed away.

The Goddess of Beauty thought she would never set foot in this Temple of Time again in her life.

Unexpectedly, after all the twists and turns, it was the other party who took the initiative to ask him for help today.

If it weren't for the Old Self of God of Wine, Goddess of Beauty would almost have suspected that he had finally come to his senses and was attracted to her beauty.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of the God of Time, there was only his Old Self, God of Wine, from beginning to end.

"Do we know each other?"

The God of Time tilted his head, his gaze falling on the Goddess of Beauty, with a hint of pure doubt.

He shouldn't have seen the Goddess of Beauty.

Upon hearing these words, the Goddess of Beauty felt as if several arrows had pierced her heart. If being thrown out back then was enough to make her resentful for a long time, then this moment was an even greater humiliation than before.

He had been holding a grudge for so long, but today, standing here, the other person's simple statement, "We probably haven't met before," effortlessly smoothed away all the emotions he had accumulated.

The other person didn't remember him at all.

For Goddess of Beauty who prides herself on her looks and is the center of attention wherever she goes, this is an outrageous crime deserving of the death penalty.

The God of Fate looked at the Goddess of Beauty, then at the God of Time with suspicion, feeling that there was some shady dealing between the two gods that he was unaware of.

He had absolutely no idea before.

If he hadn't known that the God of Time favored the God of Wine, he would have wanted to challenge him to a duel right now.

This is a matter of male god's dignity.

The God of Fate believed that no god could tolerate such a thing.

So he secretly looked through this part of the past.

You wouldn't believe it until you saw it, and what you found was astonishing.

The Goddess of Beauty once sought out the God of Time and even attempted to bewitch him.

The mere thought of that scene made the God of Fate's temples throb.

The Goddess of Beauty cast her charms on the God of Time.

The God of Time responded by throwing him out of the gates of the Temple of Time.

The God of Fate was momentarily at a loss for words regarding this matter.

Is it fortunate that the God of Time had no interest in the Goddess of Beauty, or is it simply that the other party was so despicable as to throw his Goddess of Beauty away?

Two emotions tugged at his heartstrings, neither gaining the upper hand, leaving only a complex feeling.

The God of Time also noticed the God of Fate's expression at that moment.

He glanced sideways at the changing expression of the God of Fate, his lips twitched slightly, and he bypassed the God of Fate to stand before the Goddess of Beauty.

"Goddess of Beauty, I've long admired you. I've come here mainly to see you today."

The Goddess of Beauty raised an eyebrow.

The God of Time continued:

"There's something I want you to pay attention to. Don't take advantage of your friendship to kiss him casually. Didn't you notice how unhappy he was?"

The God of Time is very concerned about the God of Wine.

He also witnessed the last time Goddess of Beauty passionately kissed God of Wine.

He discovered that the Goddess of Beauty's behavior was affecting the god of God of Wine, so he sent her this time to warn the Goddess of Beauty to stop doing these things.

Of course, he also had his own reasons for it.

He disliked Goddess of Beauty kissing God of Wine, even on the cheek.

That's it?

The Goddess of Beauty thought the other party had something important to tell her, but it turned out they had only come to warn her.

Tsk tsk, back then, he tried every possible means but could never step into the Temple of Time again, wanting to punch the God of Time who threw him out, but unfortunately the other party didn't let him succeed.

But now, because of this incident, he has returned here.

Fate is truly unpredictable.

"Of course," the God of Time replied calmly.

To other gods, this might not seem like a big deal at all. Hugging and kissing between close friends is perfectly normal.

But it's different for the God of Time.

No, perhaps we should add a God of Fate now.

The God of Time and the God of Fate exchanged a glance, and both saw approval in each other's eyes.

This may be the first time they have expressed completely identical opinions on a matter.

This led to the God of Fate looking at the God of Time with much friendlier eyes.

He thought that if the other party continued to please him so much, perhaps he and the God of Time would have long since broken free from their superficial best friend relationship and become true friends.

Unfortunately, reality is reality, and this situation can never happen. If it did, the two of them would probably feel extremely uncomfortable.

The God of Time, the Goddess of Beauty, and the God of Fate conversed for a moment before beginning to expel the gods.

He was always like this; once he had said his piece, he wouldn't linger. The doors of the Temple of Time closed behind the Goddess of Beauty and the God of Fate, without even a hint of polite farewell.

On the way back, the Goddess of Beauty took out a flask of wine from her sleeve and slowly sipped it.

Although he didn't drink very fast, that pot of aged wine was quite strong, and he became somewhat tipsy before long.

However, her eyebrows and eyes looked much softer than usual.

The God of Fate stayed by his side, never leaving his side.

His gaze was fixed on the Goddess of Beauty's face, and he couldn't look away.

A faint blush crept across the corners of the other person's eyes due to intoxication...

The God of Fate was mesmerized.

The Goddess of Beauty sensed that gaze, turned her head, and with a hint of amusement in her drunken state, asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you. I used to believe that things predetermined by Fate would definitely happen, so I could predict the ending of many things just by seeing the beginning. This caused me to lose interest in many things. Until I saw you."

As the Goddess of Beauty flew, she shook the wine jug, remaining silent and waiting for the God of Fate to continue.

"You're different. The fact that you appeared in my Fate is something that Fate couldn't have predicted."

Upon hearing this, the Goddess of Beauty smiled.

He turned around, grabbed the God of Fate, and kissed him directly.

The aroma of wine mingled with the warmth of the breath clung to me, then quickly receded.

The Goddess of Beauty looked at the other person's slightly stunned face and asked in a lazy tone:

"So what?"

The God of Fate, dazed by the kiss from the Goddess of Beauty, lowered his head and said, "So... so I'm quite lucky."

The Goddess of Beauty chuckled, turned and continued forward, the wine jug twirling gracefully between her fingers.

He flew a short distance, then left without looking back, uttering a single sentence.

"Alright, what are you standing there for? Follow me."

The God of Fate gazed at that retreating figure, obediently uttered an "oh," and followed after him.

He thought to himself, "Fate is indeed a strange thing."

He held the position for so many years and saw things so clearly.

In the end, he realized that the best ending was never in the Book of Fate, but in the smiling eyes of the other person when they turned around and called him to follow.

END.