Gods' Private Visit Records

The five-member God Race group and I stared at each other. Looking at the Star Domain gods before me, dressed like a bunch of teachers and students who had skipped class from City No. 2 High School, I was unable to catch my breath for a full ten seconds.

"Ahaha, Chen, your expression is hilarious!" Viska never knew how to read the atmosphere or other people's expressions. This carefree Rogue came right up and gave me a bear hug, completely ignoring Sandora's suddenly subtle expression beside us. "You can't recognize me after I changed into this?!"

I flailed around, trying to break free, but the soft body pressed against me left me with no idea where to put my hands. I could only protest through a psychic broadcast: "Ding Dang above! If this Rogue doesn't let go, I'm going to suffocate!"

"It's fine, it's fine. You won't die even if you stop breathing," Viska said, though she obediently released me anyway. Then she took half a step back and spun around in front of me. "Well? Does this dress look good on me? I robbed it from a shop..."

If you said you bought it honestly, I still wouldn't believe you... Wait! You robbed someone outside? What did these mortals ever do to you?

Fuming, I gave Viska a sharp knock on the forehead. Don't be fooled by the fact that they were High-level True Gods—you absolutely didn't need to be polite to these Star Domain freaks, especially a Rogue like Viska. If you bowed respectfully to her, she would definitely get mad. Only by roughhousing with her could you be considered her friend.

"Why did you hit me?" Viska rolled her eyes. "After robbing it, I teleported the money into the store's cash register! This Goddess still knows the