Master, You Need a Spouse

Boundless Mystery, the Magicless World was recovering. The exquisite, enormous Spirit Communication Casket turned over, displaying card after card.

Tang Qi sighed and rubbed his brow. His body, seated upright on the Divine Chair, shifted slightly to one side. He propped an elbow on the broad, icy armrest, rested his chin on the back of his hand, and discreetly rolled his eyes.

There was no reason for it. He simply wanted to make that gesture.

Tang Qi was now certain that the chair beneath his backside, "Fuck," had been pretending to be frightened before.

This nonstop chatterbox, whose every word radiated a thick air of dejection, was the real Fuck.

Tang Qi had only said two words, yet the chair beneath him replied with a full two hundred and fifty-six words, punctuation included.

In the process, it revealed its origins, exposed its Original Owner Beckfast's hobbies, and viciously attacked the Goddess of Fate.

"So this shadow became alive because of one of the Goddess of Fate's jokes, while Beckfast, the fallen God of Knowledge, had a hobby of using the Divine Chair to spy on the bathing of countless goddesses above the mysteries?"

Tang Qi swiftly digested that information, which further confirmed that Beckfast had indeed been a very special god.

Vulgar God of Knowledge!

Propping his chin up, Tang Qi intended to wait until the nagging in his mind stopped before asking questions.

Fuck's rambling had its own rhythm. The pause arrived as expected. After that long, melancholy sigh, Tang Qi was just about to say in the depths of his mind, "Fuck..."

The letter "F" had barely begun to roll off Tang Qi's tongue when a new voice came.

"Sure enough, my new master doesn't like me either. Such silent sorrow is just like Beckfast entering his sage