After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 21

After tearing the fabric, Yuanyuan paused, feeling the impact of a slap, and understood.

Little God scolded him as a dog.

His brows unconsciously pressed down, but looking at the fragments of clothes in his hand, he felt he had no right to say much.

“I was just organizing your clothes.”

No matter how he tried, the wrinkles wouldn’t smooth out. He exerted a bit more force, not expecting the fabric to be so fragile.

But Xinghui was exceptionally fair.

The skin revealed through the gaps in the black military fabric was truly black and white. Yuanyuan couldn’t look away after just one glance.

He had never seen someone so fair before, and he couldn’t help but make a sound, not feeling like it was a perverse act for a grown man to continuously stare at another man’s exposed back.

Unfortunately, Xinghui, who was being stared at, couldn’t see. He knew this guy was up to something behind him, so he unconsciously let it happen. His hand still rested on the side of the person’s face, his brain working frantically, heart pounding. Finally, amidst the chaos in his mind, Xinghui steadied himself. His cold, white fingertips moved upward and suddenly grasped the corner of Yuanyuan’s robe.

“Yuanyuan, five years ago, two gods were born in the abyss. My twin brother, Yuejian, is more capable of controlling genetic diseases than I am, but he won’t come here. I’m already here. How about making a deal?”

He quickly figured it out; reality wasn’t as simple as the books he used to listen to all the time.

Although there were indeed automated navigation starships in the warehouse, traversing dangerous deserted star systems to reach the lower star system alone was extremely difficult, especially since Yuanquan had stopped performing.

As long as he was found in the lower star system, forget about belief; he was afraid he would be captured and taken back.

In these five years, what Xinghui learned the most was that things that needed to be done must be done, without a hint of wishful thinking.

Yuanquan wanted to firmly grasp power, which would only endorse one god and one belief. Other beliefs, even if this person pretended to coexist peacefully on the surface, were not allowed behind the scenes.

So, he needed the deserted star system, the powerful demon race, and obviously, the demon race also needed him.

Xinghui couldn’t help but feel fortunate that since he arrived in the deserted star system, he had kept his spiritual tension without relaxing. His reliable image as a god was still intact, and his help to them was confirmed.

With Yuanyuan held by the corner, Xinghui’s hand felt a chill in the warmth, looking at Xinghui’s pale face, which could be called stubborn.

“I will do my best to help you. But I need belief. Once my spiritual power is restored a bit, I can help you break the limitations the abyss has on you when you go to the lower star system. I need you to protect my travels between the lower star system and the deserted star system, and let me gain belief.”

The demon race had no belief, but they were powerful. They could avoid many variables. If there were problems, even if it attracted Yuanquan’s attention, withdrawing should still be possible. It should be possible to gain some belief.

A bit more belief, a bit more power, and maybe he could figure out what the growing unease in his heart was all about.

This collaboration was what Yuanyuan had wanted to say all along, but various actions by Xinghui, like touching his corner, wings, and other maneuvers, made him unable to express it.

Yuanyuan chuckled.

“Of course, it can be done.”

Then he couldn’t help but click his tongue.

So it wasn’t an illusion before; this little god indeed wanted to run away?

Also, his hand is really cold; it was warm before. This touch on the corner feels strangely stimulating.

*

Things went smoother than Xinghui had imagined, and the demon race’s temper was better than Xinghui had expected.

At least the matter of devouring gods hadn’t occurred.

After settling the collaboration, Xinghui quickly determined his and the demon race’s roles, mutually serving as tool god/tribe.

On his side, he requested to go to the ore warehouse that had returned from the mining area to quickly sense the fluctuations of spiritual power before his spiritual power recovered.

Meanwhile, Yuanyuan had to fulfill his promise and arrange for people to go to the lower star system’s Rebuilding Star, which Xinghui had initially set his sights on, to check the situation.

Xinghui hadn’t recovered yet, so he could only vaguely sense Yuanyuan’s spiritual power as he was led into the ore warehouse.

This was already the third processing step; the associated ores of the energy ore had been mostly removed, leaving only a faint dustiness.

Yuanyuan looked at Xinghui who took a seat. “I’ll go make arrangements; you stay here for a while. I’ll take you back later.”

Xinghui tilted his head. “Alright.”

With his upward movement, the short tuft of hair that couldn’t be pressed down swayed back and forth. He sat on the stool, maintaining his upright posture no matter when, keeping a serious expression on his face. Sitting so straight, his face looked quite obedient?

Yuanyuan chuckled at his own imagination.

Clearly, he had his own ideas. He had been disrupting Yuanyuan’s thoughts, planning how to escape.

Yuanyuan said a word to the demon race next to him, whose expression looked a bit strange, asking them to keep an eye on Xinghui. He would be back soon and then headed towards the command room.

*

As Yuanyuan entered the command room, at this time, only Xiya was busy inside.

Xiya took several steps back, expressionless, and tugged at the corner of her lips.