Krishna

Just as Bai Mo was trying to reason with this group of Rakshasa, Kama smiled and put his arm around Bai Mo's neck, gently stroking his cheek with his fingers, and whispered in Bai Mo's ear:

"You don't want to kill these harmless guys either, do you? Play along with my act."

Then, Kama glanced sideways at the group of Rakshasa. The male Rakshasa were mostly extremely ugly monsters, but the females were all stunningly beautiful.

Of course, even the most beautiful among them paled in comparison to Kama.

"Don't even dream about it. This contractor belongs to me. Or do you think he'd be foolish enough to choose Rakshasa living in the forest and abandon me, the goddess of love?"

Just as a golden fish will not swim into a dirty pond, true strength is something only a truly beautiful woman can possess.

Upon hearing Kama's words, the Rakshasa woman, who appeared to be the daughter of Rakshanda, lowered her head, and the other Rakshasa also lowered their heads and remained silent. Although the situation was somewhat different from Bai Mo's ideal, the problem had indeed been resolved.

Kama winked at Bai Mo, Bai Mo helplessly slapped his head and nodded listlessly.

The leader of the Rakshasa collapsed to the ground in despair, covering his face with his hands, and said, "That despicable Cupid actually transformed into a woman to seduce the hero! Truly, all gods are utterly wicked scoundrels."

"Alright, I'll show you how that bastard does it." Seeing that Kama was about to use the Jingang to grind these Rakshasa into powder, Bai Mo helplessly pulled her back.

It is the nature of Rakshasa to eat people, but in India mythology, there are Rakshasa who have overcome this nature through spiritual practice. It's just that Bai Mo didn't have time to deal with these Rakshasa.

He looked around; the forest was vast, and there were indeed many fruit trees in it. Then, Bai Mo activated his Magnetic Field Power, causing the fruit trees to instantly rise from the ground, their branches and leaves becoming more lush, and their fruits becoming more plump.

"From now on, do not entertain thoughts of cannibalism again, otherwise, even without me, someone else will come to destroy you. As for your king, I alone cannot be your king. You should choose a respected and virtuous person from your tribe."

Upon hearing Bai Mo's words, various sounds arose from among the Rakshasa, and Bai Mo finished speaking. He turned to leave, then belatedly asked:

Which country is closest to this forest?

The leader of the Rakshasa instinctively pointed in a direction, and then Bai Mo grabbed Kama's wrist and vanished instantly.

After they left, various dissenting voices began to rise from within the Rakshasa group:

"If no one marries Rakshanda's daughter, how will we conceive a more powerful Rakshasa king?"

"Rakshanda is finally dead, but if we can't even eat people, are we still Rakshasa?"

"We should go and rescue that warrior. Damn it, the gods are getting more and more shameless. Isn't Kama, the god of love, a man?"

Despite the cacophony of voices, many Rakshasa glanced at the pile of fruit trees and decided to obey Bai Mo's orders. In the end, a large group of Rakshasa followed Bai Mo in a grand procession.

Not long after, Bai Mo, who had just stepped out of the forest, heard a sound behind him. He sighed helplessly and looked at...

Just as Bai Mo's hand was about to rest on the hilt of his sword, a voice came along with the sound of a carriage.

Please wait!

It was a golden carriage, the horses panting heavily, clearly having just galloped all the way. The man standing on the carriage wiped the sweat from his brow with his golden robes and gave Bai Mo a sunny smile.

Dressed in gold like a treasure, with a slightly plump figure but a handsome smile on his face, the man wore peacock feathers on his head and five rings of gold jewelry around his neck. Just his presence here gave people a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze.

Bai Mo and Kama naturally recognized who the newcomer was.

Such attire could only be worn by one person in the Mahabharata.

Bai Mo and Kama exclaimed in unison, "Vishnu?!"

The man, who was just about to get off the car, suddenly stumbled, then smiled helplessly and said, "That deity is not here. I am Krishna, Vasudeva Krishna."

"There's not much difference, is there?" Kama said, as if he hadn't heard.

Krishna simply nodded slightly to Kama and smiled, saying, "Vishnu is indeed omnipresent. But standing before you now is an ordinary man named Krishna, the eternally youthful god of love, the Formless One. I am not immortal like the gods."

Seeing his reaction, Kama waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, I understand. You're working, right? Then just focus on your work and pretend you never saw me."

After chatting with his acquaintance Kama, Krishna greeted Bai Mo with his hands clasped together, and Bai Mo returned the greeting in the same manner.

Krishna, the eighth avatar of Vishnu, is also a key figure in the Mahabharata. In India mythology, Vishnu, as a protector god, continuously manifests in the world in various forms to uphold the Dharma.

He was also Arjuna's close friend and mentor. In the entire epic of the Mahabharata, it can be said that without Krishna, Arjuna's side would most likely have been defeated.

"I saw a star, shimmering with golden light, falling from afar, surrounded by butterflies. I rushed to the vicinity of this Ekachakra, and I never expected to meet you so soon."

Seeing Krishna's overly familiar expression, Bai Mo looked at Kama and asked with some confusion, "Why do I feel like you all know me?"

Krishna glanced impassively at Kama, who was admiring the scenery, then calmly smiled and said, "That's a strange question of yours. You make it sound like some nobody."

Upon hearing Krishna's words, Bai Mo thought about it carefully... If Gilgamesh hadn't altered the history of Uruk, he would indeed be quite famous.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that they already accomplished something significant while in Greece.

Bai Mo accepted this explanation, and just then, a group of Rakshasa ran out of the forest. The leader was a dark-skinned Rakshasa wearing a black bear skin.

"Warrior, do not be deceived by the gods! Although our tribe is small, we will give you the highest respect." Then the Rakshasa pointed one finger at Kama.

"And this group of gods, their leader Indra is a petty and narrow-minded person. He will definitely not tolerate a brave warrior like you, and he will surely use schemes and tricks to plot against you!"

Great warriors, behold our women! Each one is beautiful and devoted to love!

"What are you saying? Who's unfaithful in love, you bastards!" Kama roared, striking the ground with Jingang Rakshasa.

The leader of the Rakshasa spoke, and Bai Mo, upon seeing this group of guys, was initially speechless, but then seemed to suddenly realize something and fell into thought.

Krishna just said... which country is this near? The Ekachakra?

Moreover, since Krishna is here, the story of Mahabharata may not have truly begun yet; he is still in the leisurely time of flirting with cowherd girls.

Seeing that Bai Mo seemed to be persuaded and was thinking, the Rakshasa continued:

"Warrior, this is our tradition. Without the Rakshasa King, we would be embroiled in conflict, and the next generation would be too. Tradition is the foundation of society; this is true of the human world, and it is true of our world as well."