After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 17

Due to the fact that eyes could see nothing except spiritual power, Xinghui was particularly sensitive to fluctuations in spiritual power.

The spiritual power rushing towards him was flickering madly, indicating intense emotions.

Little God hadn’t forgotten Huanzi’s attitude towards him before leaving.

In this instant, Little God Ming’s body stiffened, and his mind pondered many things.

What was this person rushing towards him going to do?

What attitude did he have now?

If the situation became critical and the other person, even with a less functional mind, stubbornly thought it was his fault, how should he handle it?

Most importantly—

His little arms and legs definitely couldn’t resist these ferocious demon clan members, right?!

Moreover, Yu Yuan beside him didn’t intervene…

This crafty big animal wanted him to face it on his own!

Xinghui maintained a steady expression, and the small fluff on his head trembled violently as it shook.

Even when the spiritual power approached, Xinghui remained unmoved.

Ah, he couldn’t see the way, and even if he wanted to run, his little arms and legs definitely couldn’t outrun them. Considering the pros and cons, Xinghui gritted his teeth and, sticking out his neck, thought: Regardless of what the person wants to do, he cannot compromise the majesty of his godhood!

In the future, he would still rely on the majesty of his godhood to deceive—cough, gain believers!

Then the restrained spiritual power halted, suppressing itself just a step away from him.

The sound of clothes rubbing against each other accompanied by a slight noise.

Someone in the surroundings whispered, but it was unclear who.

At this moment, the room was filled with a strong smell of blood, people bustling nervously inside.

The lights in the corridor were on, and a man, as if just rushed back from the mining area, had eyes tainted with many bloodshot veins, looking disheveled. He knelt on one knee in front of the god.

And the god seemed to show no trace of change, still maintaining that calm face. His lifeless gaze swept toward the approaching figure, exuding a kind of divine compassion.

“Please, save him. I will offer everything I can offer to you.”

Huanzi’s voice suppressed some terrifying emotion.

“Even if it’s my life you want for the offense earlier.”

Life?! Who said anything about taking a life?!

Ah? Oh, your life.

Xinghui reacted from the tense state.

The tightly strung thread relaxed a bit.

“I can give it a try.”

Xinghui’s voice remained calm in their ears.

“But I cannot guarantee.”

He hadn’t gained faith from the demon clan.

To be honest, Yuejian, who wasn’t elevated to the sky by the alliance people, had only slowly recovered a bit of power in these five years, enough for him to see the spiritual power of people around him. He hadn’t received faith, didn’t know what it felt like to gain faith, and didn’t understand how to truly obtain faith and power.

As for the demon clan, he only knew that they were a race without faith.

As a god with feeble power, without faith, even Xinghui himself couldn’t be certain what role he could play.

“You should have mined a batch of ore by now, right?”

Xinghui walked inside.

“Bring those ores over. I need to borrow the power of the energy ore.”

As soon as Little God spoke, everyone immediately took action.

Yuanyuan had been watching the movements of the group since earlier and showed no intention of stopping them.

They truly had no faith, didn’t know how to have faith in someone, so the demand for faith from Little God Ming seemed ridiculous to this race that had been without faith since exile to the desolate star system.

He had also considered that maybe they were truly cunning and fierce by nature, lacking even trust among themselves, let alone faith in others.

So, upon learning that Xinghui was indeed useful to them, his immediate reaction was that they could establish cooperation, leveraging the formidable abilities of the demon clan.

However, he didn’t get the chance to say it out loud.

After all, the unpredictable attitude of this delicate and beautiful little flower vase truly left him uncertain.

In terms of Yuanyuan’s ferocity, for the many years, he had never heard someone say to his face that they wanted to touch his horns and wings. It not only involved holding his horns but also wanting to touch his wings.

This thought had been bothering him, and he hadn’t found the opportunity to express it.

As for Huanzi’s actions.

It could be seen as a glimmer of hope, as there had been no chance for Huanzi to remedy the situation when he left earlier.

In case Huan Yuan couldn’t make it through this time, at least it would make him feel a bit better.

Yuanyuan’s smile had completely disappeared.

Wearing a stern face, he followed Xinghui into the room, standing behind him like a door god, motionless.

The mined ores had been brought in, one cart after another.

Time was too tight, and only a small portion had been brought back for now. Moreover, they hadn’t been thoroughly processed, still carrying other associated minerals and dust.

But beneath those dusty rocks, a faint red glow could be vaguely seen, along with the calm little god standing by the bed.

For some reason, it gave people a sense of hopeful anticipation.

“They’ve all been brought over,” Yan Fan spoke.

Xinghui acknowledged with a nod.

He raised his hand, mobilizing his limited spiritual power.

In his eyes, the person in front of him had already depleted their spiritual power, on the verge of dispersing.

What Yan Fan said was correct; things had progressed too quickly, and this person’s spirit was already collapsing, beyond saving.

Similar to what he had learned in the alliance about severe genetic diseases, a condition where the spiritual power disperses is essentially a declaration of death.

Yet, looking at that struggling, jumping spiritual power.

Struggling for survival.

Xinghui still wanted to give it a try, to try his best.

All his spiritual power was mobilized.

Coupled with the resonance of the surrounding energy ores, there was a moment that felt quite strange.

Suddenly, it seemed like everything brightened up, and Xinghui felt as if he could see.

In front of him was a metal bed, on which lay a young man who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen. His gaze was scattered, blood continuously oozing from his lips, containing fragments of internal organs.

The surrounding lights and shadows also fell into his eyes.

A myriad of colors.

In that moment, the little god’s fingertips trembled lightly.

But the next second, everything in front of him went dark.

Even the spiritual power of those around him became invisible.

Although Xinghui felt a shock in his heart and had many thoughts, he quickly adjusted his emotions.

The initial symptoms of genetic diseases vary, but they all eventually evolve into multiple organ failure, followed by internal disintegration and expulsion through the mouth.

Huan Yun was already leaning towards the worst direction.

The demon clan was accustomed to bloodshed, and with the door closed, everyone could still clearly see Huan Yun’s condition through the transparent glass.

Huanzi leaned against the door, closest to the glass, his eyes tinted red with blood, staring straight inside.

“He’s already vomiting organ fragments…”

“This is too difficult. It’s been too long, sigh.”

“Yeah, in this situation, even a god wouldn’t be able to do anything, right? My mother back then kept vomiting until she was gone…”

The outermost layer echoed with subdued expressions of sorrow, like funeral bells tolling before a farewell, each sound striking the hearts of the people.

Author’s note:

Xinghui: Since coming to the demon clan, I’ve always suspected that they want to eat me. It’s too difficult.

Yuanyuan: It’s too difficult to bring up the idea of cooperation when it seems like the other party might be interested in me.

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There was something during the day, so the update is a bit late. Will update around 1 PM tomorrow.

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