The Deranged God of Destruction

In the Divine Realm, at the Asura God Temple.

Several hundred years had passed since the great battle in the Divine Dragon Realm ended.

The Asura God tossed and turned on his bed, his eyes filled with the numbness of someone who had lost all hope in life.

He wanted to run away.

He dreamed of throwing down his burden and quitting.

The Asura God, one of the four great God Kings of the Divine Realm and its enforcer-what imposing titles those were.

But all of it had vanished like bubbles in a dream hundreds of years ago.

The culprit was the God of Destruction.

Near the end of the great battle in the Divine Dragon Realm, the Silver Dragon King, who had split from the Dragon God's body, forcibly abducted the Goddess of Life before the eyes of all the gods and plunged into the vast lower realms.

The moment the God of Destruction saw the woman he secretly loved get stolen away right in front of him, he nearly went mad. Ignoring his injuries, he descended to the lower realms and frantically searched one plane after another.

He searched one after another, scouring all 108 lower planes under the Divine Realm's jurisdiction, but failed to find so much as a leaf.

After returning to the Divine Realm, the God of Destruction got depressed.

While Asura, Kindness, and Evil busied themselves with the aftermath of the war, the God of Destruction stood guard at the Divine Realm Core around the clock, never leaving its side, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the barrier that monitored the lower realms.

Day after day, year after year.

At last, the God of Evil could no longer stand to watch and tried to reason with him:

"Xiao Zi, calm down. The Silver Dragon King took Xiao Lu away, so she's probably hiding in some remote plane outside the Divine Realm's jurisdiction. Put yourself in her place. If you were the Silver Dragon King, would you be stupid enough to hide in a lower plane under our Divine Realm's jurisdiction and wait to be caught?"

The God of Evil had meant well, but who could have expected that, after hearing him out, the God of Destruction would go from depression to mania?

First, he flew into an impotent rage and planned to abandon his godly position and travel the universe looking for her, only for the God of Evil to hurry and stop him.

Gods could live forever because their godly positions were bound to the Divine Realm. Once he abandoned his position, if he failed to find his target for too long, the God of Destruction would exhaust his lifespan.

Now that order had been restored to the Divine Realm, they could hardly allow the God of Destruction to interfere in the lower realms as he pleased, either.

Then the God of Destruction had a sudden realization.

"It's all because I'm still not strong enough. A Half-Step God King is still too weak. I'll cultivate and break through to become a God King."

"And the Divine Realm's jurisdiction is far too small. After the battle in the Divine Dragon Realm, the entire Divine Realm is only a tenth of its original size. In that case, I'll expand it!"

"No! I'll elevate the Divine Realm into a God Star. I'll expand its jurisdiction to cover every plane in the universe, until I find Xiao Lu."

Just listen to him. What kind of nonsense was that?

Their former master, the Dragon God, had sparked the devastating battle in the Divine Dragon Realm precisely because he had elevated the Divine Realm into a God Star. The mountains of corpses and seas of blood were still vivid in their minds.

But the God of Destruction would listen to no objections. To find the Goddess of Life, he entered seclusion and devoted himself entirely to breaking through to become a God King.

Once he emerged from seclusion, he became the most deranged workaholic in the entire universe.

Armed with his God King Realm cultivation, he made every god capable of working toil day and night. Even the Asura God and the other two God Kings failed to escape his clutches.

At first, the God of Destruction had intended to make them work twenty-four hours a day. Unfortunately for him, having only just broken through to become a God King, he could not beat any one of Asura, Kindness, or Evil.

With no other choice, he lowered his demands, decreeing that the three God Kings had to work eighteen hours a day, all year round, making every second count.

The God of Destruction even said, "This is my mercy to you. Thank me."

Just listen to that, listen to it!

That was downright beastly behavior! Even if they were gods born with the sacred physiques of beasts of burden, they couldn't be treated like that, could they?

After working for a few days, the Godess of Kindness had had enough and declared that she didn't want to work or put in overtime. As a result, the God of Destruction blocked the entrance to her temple every day, ranting and muttering like a madman until her scalp went numb with irritation, and she had no choice but to agree.

After a while, Asura and the other two God Kings had long since grown thinner by the day under the torment.

Once, the God of Evil really couldn't take it anymore and planned to join forces with Asura and Kindness to suppress the God of Destruction.

And guess what happened.

Destruction's eyes turned blood-red on the spot, and he panted like an ox as he broke down. "Since you don't want me to find Xiao Lu, then you can all die with me!"

With that, he compressed his divine power, preparing to self-destruct.

The Asura God and the other two were so frightened that they hurriedly put on apologetic smiles and said sorry, assuring him again and again that they would work hard from then on. Work was their favorite thing in the world!

What a joke. At that distance, they wouldn't have had the slightest chance of escaping a God King's self-destruction. The entire Divine Realm would have been finished along with them.

The Asura God seethed in silence. He couldn't understand how a heaven-defying creature as love-struck as this could exist in the world. Xiao Lu didn't even know how he felt about her yet.

Was she his wife? Why was he so lovesick?

All the Asura God could do was draw circles in his heart every day to curse the God of Destruction.

A few days ago, as the Asura God passed by, he had even caught Kindness and Evil whispering together. They were secretly looking for inheritors, plotting to pack up and run.

Their godly positions were bound to the Divine Realm, after all. If they didn't pass them on, the God of Destruction could locate them in minutes through the Divine Realm Core. Only by passing on their positions could they truly escape.

Not a whisper of this plan could get out. If the God of Destruction found out, not only would they fail to escape, but they might even be dragged off to a black coal mine and forced to work for nothing for thousands of years.

The Asura God complained bitterly in secret. As a God King, he could only pretend to work hard under Destruction's watch while quietly reaching into the lower realms to look for a sucker to take his place.

Heaven did not fail those who worked hard. In a plane called the Douluo Continent, he secretly cast a wide net.

In his eyes, the Douluo Continent was the easiest plane in which to cultivate to godhood.

As long as one's Innate Soul Power was high enough, there were no bottlenecks to advancement at all. A round of vigorous absorption was enough to send one's level shooting up.

Not long ago, he had chosen a fry who knew only how to swing a big hammer, and the boy had already reached the Eighth Trial.

After returning from overtime, the Asura God had happily planned to check whether his fry had completed the Eighth Trial, ready to toss his godly position down to him.

But when he looked, the Asura God nearly burst a lung with rage.

His fry had been sabotaged by some idiotic woman.

Every time the Asura God thought about it, he felt like he was going to have a brain hemorrhage. He had been so close to freedom!

That idiotic Rakshasa God opposed him at every turn, just because he countered her.

His fry had been secretly attacked during the divine trials, allowing the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King to parasitize him. That account was completely ruined.

Yet he didn't dare bring the matter to the God of Destruction. What if Destruction found out he was trying to run away? At the very least, he would be watched while he worked every day for hundreds of years.

So from then on, whether he had anything to do or not, the Asura God scanned the Rakshasa Temple with his divine sense. Every few days, on the pretext of keeping his skills sharp, he locked onto the Rakshasa God and fired an Asura Judgment at the air.

The display frightened the color from the Rakshasa God's face. She cowered in her temple every day, not daring to set so much as half a foot across the threshold.

With his main account ruined, he had no choice but to level an alt himself and pick out a fry he liked the look of.

Not long ago, in a low-martial plane, he had taken a fancy to a young man.

That young man was none other than Tang San of the Bashu Tang Sect.

The trouble was that the plane Tang San lived in was far too lousy; cultivating to godhood there was simply impossible.

To make this fry grow quickly and take over his job, he planned to toss him into the plane of the Douluo Continent.

After all, leveling up in that plane was ridiculously fast.

The Asura God had even secretly switched out the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record Tang San had stolen, so that the fry could be like a fish in water after reincarnating on the Douluo Continent.

He secretly improved the cultivation method so it could be used in both planes, and also slipped in three treasure basins and immortal-grade medicinal herbs that could never have existed in the original plane.

Just now, the Asura God had witnessed a scene that moved him.