After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 18

In a situation like Huan Yuan’s, everyone knew it was extremely difficult.

If Xinghui wasn’t here, the fact that they had managed to attempt this rescue was already close to the point of no return.

Huanzi’s hand hammered heavily on the side, and he lowered his head in despair.

Inside the room, Yuanyuan’s handsome face looked stern and fierce.

Yan Fan and the medical personnel involved in the rescue had all withdrawn. Now, whether it was their spiritual power driving the energy stones or the effective medicine they had developed, it wasn’t of much help for the progress of their fellow clan member.

After moving the ores, everyone stood silently and tensely behind Yuanyuan, watching the energy stones around Xinghui continuously flicker.

Xinghui’s skin was too pale, not only on his beautiful face, but any exposed skin beneath his clothing was as translucent as jade, now tainted with dust.

The originally immaculate god, surrounded by dust and fragments glowing with a bright red light, remained serious. Although his eyes weren’t focused, they were incredibly resolute.

The frequency of the surrounding energy stones’ flickering became faster.

Everyone’s hearts were held at their throats.

Lying on the bed, Huan Yuan’s eyes had dimmed, and some couldn’t bear to look at him any longer.

Their fate had never been shattered, never changed. Even though the demon clan had managed to live splendidly and vibrantly on their own, there would still be regrets upon departure.

At the moment when Huan Yuan’s breath weakened further, Xinghui, who could no longer see anything, seemed to sense something.

He controlled his power with one hand and, with the other, reached out to touch the coolness of this person’s cheek.

The sticky, bloody, and pungent smell surrounded him, clinging to his fingertips. Without seeing it, he knew it was a crimson red.

— ‘Save me, save me. Aren’t you a god? Why can’t you save me?’

— ‘Ah, ah, ah—’

…

— ‘What kind of god is this? He’s just useless and can’t save anyone.’

— ‘How can he compare to Lord Yuejian? No one believes in him, isn’t that normal? Right now, even a blind person can live here, enjoying good food and drink, all thanks to Lord Yuejian’s grace.’

In his memories, the voices of someone agonizing seemed to overlap with this moment, and the accusatory voices kept echoing. Xinghui’s fingertips trembled lightly, and for a moment, he couldn’t distinguish between now and then, or here and there.

He hadn’t encountered much death, but each time was still shocking.

Now, he only had a bit more resistance than before.

He didn’t stop; instead, in the situation where he could no longer see, he squeezed and pressed as if trying to extract the last bit of moisture from a dry sponge.

Yuanyuan, who was watching nearby, furrowed his brow and took a step forward.

Because at this moment, Xinghui’s complexion was exceptionally poor.

His face was sickly pale, almost translucent, and his lips had lost all color, almost turning completely white. Amidst the chaotic and shattered stones, he stood stubbornly, resembling both a god and one of their own kind.

The god lowered his gaze, blood staining his fair fingertips. His voice was low and somewhat stubborn, as if speaking to someone ** and also addressing his past powerless self.

“Hold on—”

Even if the person standing inside wasn’t a god, few could remain unmoved by this scene.

It was at this moment that Xinghui sensed a subtle feeling.

It was like the resonance with the surrounding energy ores, but more intense, quickly resembling an electric shock.

All the surrounding energy ores suddenly lit up and then dimmed abruptly, losing their usual glow.

The little god’s fluffy hair on top of his head shook, and his body tilted backward.

Yuanyuan had already stepped behind Xinghui, lifted his hand, and allowed the paper-thin little god to fall into his arms.

Instantly, everything became quiet.

Yuanyuan lowered his head, feeling the tiny god tug at the fabric on his military uniform, and then lost consciousness and strength.

He grinned, lips parting in an unexpected warmth without the usual sarcasm and mockery.

Wow, still thinking about his wings at a time like this?

Regardless, he had put in the effort. Yuanyuan thought of finding an opportunity to let him touch the wings after he woke up.

“He did his best.”

Yan Fan briefly checked Huan Yuan’s condition, then returned to his original position. Having witnessed many demons leave due to genetic diseases, she had become somewhat numb. However, for some reason, she felt her eyes warm up at this moment. After adjusting her emotions, she calmly stated the fact.

“I’ll prepare for the follow-up procedures.”

“I’ll monitor the conditions of other patients.”

The people standing beside Yan Fan took a deep breath, quickly adjusting their emotions and planning what they needed to do next.

Everyone involuntarily turned their faces away.

Huanzi leaned against the door, gradually sliding down to sit on the floor due to fatigue.

“He certainly did his best; he even passed out.”

“He’s too delicate; his face turned completely white. Is this saving someone? Is this fighting desperately? If he’s really a god and wants to live on our planet, I’ll accept it. I can work harder and save up some to support him.”

“What do you mean by working harder? He comes to live here, and you don’t know the situation in our star system? Coddle him? He can ask for anything he wants; how can we take care of him well? Fine, count me in. I’ll work harder too.”

“Alright, stop talking for now. We can discuss it later when it’s over.”

The discussion around became hushed.

Huanzi remained silent, hanging his head.

Meanwhile, Yuanyuan lifted his head from Xinghui’s pale face and glanced at Huan Yuan, who had already been declared dead.

Just with this glance, he froze.

Despite the organs already coughed up and the confirmation of no breath, the group behind him had already issued a death notice.

However, at this moment, the weakened patient was desperately widening his eyes. Unable to move his body, his gaze was fixed on Xinghui.

Even Yuanyuan was startled.

“Damn.”

He couldn’t help but step back while holding the person, watching as Huan Yuan’s gaze finally turned toward him, managing to reveal a slight curve, albeit with great difficulty.

For a moment, Yuanyuan didn’t know what expression to wear.

“Yan Fan, come over here. This kid is still alive!”

“What?!”

This exclamation left everyone stunned.

Yan Fan, in particular, widened her eyes in astonishment.

“It’s impossible. I just confirmed; all his examinations showed no response—”

Remaining calm, she took a few steps forward. Upon closer inspection, she locked eyes with Huan Yuan.

Those deep red eyes stared directly at her, showing vitality and not at all like someone who had just shown no response moments ago.

It was unclear when he had opened his eyes.

Due to the significant impact of the genetic disease this time, he had been unable to move, making it impossible to inform these grieving individuals that they should stop being sad and come save him—because he was still alive!

Author’s note:

Lord Hui: My past self was too weak; it’s sad.

Yuanyuan: Okay, okay, touch the wings.

Huan Yuan: I’m awake—why is everyone crying? Hey, I’m not dead yet!

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