After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 15

Don’t be fooled by the fact that the demon clan seems rough; the trip to the mining site has already made Xinghui not hold much hope for the technological situation of the demon clan.

 

But the actual situation is much better than he imagined.

 

Inside the base, the personnel are organized, various equipment operates quietly, and periodic reports are clear and professional. However, whenever he passes by, the reporting would stutter when YuanYuan lazily introduces him.

 

Xinghui ignores the strands of spirit power wildly swaying after they see him, his expression tight. In his mind, he thinks that perhaps their bodies and spirit power are too robust, so they don’t prioritize personal comfort.

 

This aspect is not very adaptable for a weak god.

 

And besides certain individuals with distinct characteristics like YuanYuan, the other members of the demon clan are not as brutal as rumored.

 

However, the demon clan does not have faith, making it unsuitable for gods who rely on belief as a source of power to survive.

 

Xinghui sighs inwardly.

 

His wariness towards the demon clan has decreased considerably.

 

At least now, he doesn’t need to force composure. He lifts his head confidently, speaks with a steady voice, and walks at a leisurely pace.

 

Xinghui evaluates his own godly dignity for the day.

 

Very good, not bad!

 

He is very satisfied.

 

YuanYuan following Xinghui is on the verge of suffocation.

 

He has to stop and wait for the little god to catch up every few steps.

 

He suspiciously looks at Xinghui’s long legs.

 

These legs aren’t short, and he walks too slowly.

 

If it were usual, YuanYuan would probably have grown impatient long ago.

 

Who dares to make him wait like this? He might have kicked them away with a foot.

 

But at this moment, YuanYuan rarely feels a sense of frustration.

 

The god is beautiful, but he is indeed too delicate. A casual touch from the demon clan is enough to leave marks on him.

 

But thinking about the vast energy mine that Xinghui discovered.

 

Well, this is a little treasure.

 

There’s nothing he can’t endure for a bit.

 

Until they finish touring the demon clan’s command center led by Yuanyuan and the nearby facilities.

 

Looking ahead to their destination, Yuanyuan’s expression changes, and he comes to a halt.

 

The demon clan is robust, and their stature is tall. Xinghui is not short, but he’s still a head shorter than Yuanyuan.

 

Hearing the footsteps beside him stop, the fiery red spirit power also halts at his side, not moving forward.

 

Xinghui turns back, somewhat puzzled.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“The place ahead is a bit special.”

 

Yuanyuan’s lips twitch slightly, “Prepare yourself mentally, and if you have any questions, you can ask me.”

 

Once the treasure is in his pocket, there’s no way it can escape.

 

For once, Yuanyuan’s thoughts align with the rest of the demon clan.

 

This big baby.

 

He has to pamper and keep a close eye on it.

 

He approaches a bit more.

 

Leaning forward, lowering his body.

 

From a distance, he looks like a devotee listening to the voice of a god, and at the same time, a guardian protecting a treasure.

 

With a refined and courteous smile, his attitude is genuinely pleasing.

 

“You can ask about anything you want to know.”

 

Anything?

 

Xinghui hesitates for a moment, finally carrying his usual calm and composed demeanor, his pale face almost transparent, now accompanied by a hint of curiosity.

 

“Are your wings always this soft?”

 

He’s been curious all night; the feel was truly nice.

 

Yuanyuan’s smile freezes.

 

He looks at Xinghui with suspicion.

 

What does he mean?

 

Earlier, mocking the size of his horns was one thing, but now he wants to ask about his wings?

 

He even smiled at him back in the mine.

 

Yuanyuan observes.

 

Is this god serious at all?

 

“Do you really have to ask about personal matters?”

 

Yuanyuan curved a smile that seemed friendly.

 

Xinghui, puzzled, then turned his head.

 

“You don’t have to say if you don’t want to. Let’s go. Aren’t we continuing the tour? Where is the next place? When will we get to your storage…”

 

As he speaks, the god seems to feel that his intentions are too clear, so he makes an effort to steady his expression.

 

“Can we visit those places?”

 

His hair, which he tried to hide for a while, finally couldn’t be concealed any longer, swaying lightly on his head. His lively and playful appearance doesn’t match the god’s cold and composed face.

 

“…Of course.”

 

Yuanyuan shrugs as his eyes are briefly distracted by the swaying hair. The wings about to burst out from behind his military uniform are calmly retracted.

 

It’s hard to tell whether he’s happy or disappointed.

 

He was ready to sacrifice a bit to satisfy the god’s curiosity and gain a bit more leverage, but this unpredictable little god decides to ignore it.

 

“Up ahead is the Rehabilitation Team.”

 

“Rehabilitation Team?”

 

“Those severely affected by genetic diseases, to the point where they can’t perform normal tasks, are sent here.”

 

Yuanyuan’s voice, as he says this, carries a hint of mockery and chills a bit, unclear whom it’s aimed at.

 

In the cosmic abyss, gods, and everyone, say that the demon clan lacks faith. But for them, what faith demands is merely control, turning them into obedient dogs who only listen to their words.

 

Even so, they are not satisfied.

 

In the demon clan’s records, when the cosmic storm first appeared, there were demon clans willing to be dogs, but they were still despised and ridiculed by so-called gods.

 

Because of their excessively strong personalities, suppressing the demon clan, making them submit, seemed to give those beings a sense of conquest. Additionally, their appearance and the aggressive nature of their spirit power were too intense. Unlike the gentle and harmonious spirit power of the Kura clan, the two clans were mortal enemies, and the Kura clan naturally wouldn’t help.

 

The suppression, contempt, and various behaviors made the demon clan suffer tremendously. In the end, it led to the demons killing the gods and being completely expelled from the cosmic abyss.

 

Since then, the demon clan settled in a desolate star system, no longer relying on gods and the cosmic abyss, with their population continuously decreasing.

 

Just as they approached the Rehabilitation Team.

 

A wave of bloody scent wafts through.

 

“Inform them to prepare for transport to the control room, increase the impact of energy stones, and administer the delay potion developed by Dr. Yin.”

 

Inside seems to be undergoing something.

 

In Xinghui’s eyes, their spirit powers rush around rapidly, and voices become chaotic.

 

“There were many types of genetic diseases initially, but the final progression leads to vomiting blood, organ failure, and dissolution. The process is long and painful.”

 

As if he has seen too much.

 

Yuanyuan’s voice is almost indifferent and calm.

 

“Currently, we’re rescuing Huanzi’s younger brother, Huan Yun.”

 

A special spirit power is not far from Xinghui, its luster slowly dimming, like a flame about to extinguish. Occasionally, it still flickers strongly, proving the individual’s attempt to resist fate.

 

As if he has seen him, the person speaks weakly, with a hoarse and dry voice, “God.”

 

Xinghui’s heart skips a beat.

 

In the upper star systems, gods don’t come into contact with those severely affected by genetic diseases.

 

This level of brutality and bloodiness is something Xinghui encounters for the first time.

 

The person is quickly pushed out.

 

Even though Xinghui cautiously steps aside, he still retreats a few steps, clearing the path at the doorway.

 

In this moment of distraction, he coincidentally retreats into Yuanyuan’s embrace.

 

Yuanyuan hesitates for a moment, unsure of what he’s thinking.

 

“…Do you really want to see the wings?”

 

Author’s note:

 

Xinghui: Asked casually.JPG

 

Yuanyuan (overthinking): Why is he so curious about me?? Should I make some sacrifices for the clan?

 

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Adjusted my schedule, a bit late

 

Please collect it, my treasures