Fallen into the God of Hatred [Second Update]

Ye Ting saw through El's attempt to conceal the truth at a glance.

For a man, being castrated was almost the greatest pain imaginable. But an even greater pain was having one's wife run off with the culprit who had castrated him. As a fellow male, Ye Ting could understand such a double blow to both body and soul.

Still, even in the world of gods, there were not many unfortunate victims like El.

The last person like him had been Uranus, the first-generation King of Gods of the Olympian Pantheon. Not only had his son Cronus castrated him, but his wife Gaia had betrayed him as well.

As for the severed part, it had given rise to Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty.

Yet in the Type-Moon world, Uranus was merely the ultimate creation of a mechanical civilization, while the so-called Earth Mother Goddess Gaia existed only as a concept—the real Gaia was the Counter Force and would never involve herself among the gods.

Therefore, El's miserable plight was probably unique in all existence.

"What do you want?" After hesitating for a moment, El finally asked.

His hidden scar had been torn open once more. Deep-rooted hatred and resentment bit into his heart like venomous snakes, making him unable to stop himself from speaking.

"Then how about making a deal?" Ye Ting asked.

"What are you planning?"

"I won't help you kill your enemies." Ye Ting pulled a chair from nowhere and sat down. "In my homeland, there is a saying: 'Can vengeance be taken even after nine generations? Even after a hundred generations, it can.' It means that even if a hundred generations have passed, one may still seek revenge. And only the one who personally takes revenge can savor the sweetest pleasure. So, what I can