After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 46

The black-haired deity was probably really tired.

 

He slept soundly, curled up slightly on his side, so much so that he didn’t even notice Yuanyuan approaching his bedside.

 

Who knows if resting his head on this divine fragment was uncomfortable or not.

 

From the moment Yuanyuan entered the room, he silently watched Xinghui and the divine star fragment he was holding.

 

The usual smile on his face was gone. In the darkness, his expression was half-hidden in the shadows, with only his slightly reflective eyes fixed unblinkingly on Xinghui.

 

First, he placed the best feather from the tip of his own wing beside Xinghui’s pillow.

 

It seemed the little deity had a knack for picking; he casually plucked the shiniest one.

 

Watching the stark contrast between the black feather and the little deity’s cheek, Yuanyuan stared for a moment, then gently pulled the blanket higher over the little deity’s knees.

 

He took one last look at the stubborn little tuft of hair sticking up even while Xinghui slept.

 

The unique scent of Xinghui filled the room, and Yuanyuan, feeling a bit dizzy from it, lifted his hand, his fingers wanting to touch that tuft of hair on the little deity’s head.

 

As his fingers got closer and closer, although he had held the little deity before, in this quiet, dim environment, his heart had never raced this fast.

 

However, before Yuanyuan could fully appreciate the moment, his hand was slapped away.

 

A fragment of the deity, shimmering with a faint golden light, appeared in the air, angrily striking the back of his hand, displeased with the so-called devout follower’s offensive behavior.

 

Instinctively, Yuanyuan glanced at Xinghui, finding that he was still holding the divine fragment, but it seemed smaller than when he first saw it.

 

So, the combined fragments could actually separate.

 

With this thought, Yuanyuan’s fingers dodged the angry fragment floating in the air and quickly flicked the tuft of hair on Xinghui’s head.

 

It was soft and surprisingly springy.

 

Speaking of the tuft, he had previously collected some of Xinghui’s hair to study whether it had any impact on genetic diseases, back when the hair was cut by the spirit force of a star beast when Xinghui first arrived at the star of the deity.

 

As Yuanyuan pondered this, he lifted his hand again to avoid the divine fragment’s dissatisfaction and gently flicked the tuft once more.

 

He was inherently bold and reckless, as could be seen in his usual behavior, though he restrained himself somewhat around Xinghui.

 

Now, it seemed he was vying for favor against the divine fragment.

 

The fragment wouldn’t let him touch Xinghui, but he insisted on doing so.

 

After all, he used to carry the little deity while traveling. As the first follower, wasn’t it reasonable for him to tuck him in and tidy his hair?

 

At this moment, the fragment was making its presence known?

 

Unable to deal with Yuanyuan, the fragment became irritated. It puffed up and covered Xinghui’s head, pressing down the tuft of hair.

 

The tuft is gone! No touching allowed!

 

Its actions were somewhat forceful and overbearing, pressing the tuft entirely flat. Xinghui finally stirred awake.

 

He half-opened his eyes in confusion.

 

His eyes were still filled with drowsiness, and those usually sharp eyes now seemed a bit moist.

 

This time, he was truly exhausted. Although he didn’t pass out as before, he slept deeply and was now struggling to wake up.

 

“What’s going on?”

 

Instinctively, Yuanyuan glared at the divine fragment for causing trouble, then turned and stuffed his feather into Xinghui’s hand.

 

“Didn’t you take a liking to this feather? I brought it for you. Also, I wanted to report that thanks to your efforts, the Z72 star system didn’t suffer significant damage, and the planets near the main star of Z72 weren’t much affected either. You can go back to sleep.”

 

Xinghui, just waking up and still confused, was trying to clear his head when he heard there was nothing wrong and that he could go back to sleep.

 

His mind processed the information faster than his body, quickly relaxing and feeling drowsy again.

 

With something now in his hand, Xinghui instinctively clutched the feather. Feeling the discomfort on his cheek, he looked down at the divine fragment in his arms.

 

He remembered returning to his room, curling up in a familiar corner, holding the fragment while wondering why it was so active this time. Normally, it only appeared in inherited memories or legends, but now it was appearing frequently. He was still pondering if there was a connection between the appearance of the fragments and the large-scale disaster, then he lost consciousness.

 

It seemed he fell asleep holding the fragment.

 

And now, Yuanyuan had seen him like this??

 

With his muddled mind clearing a bit, the little deity quickly reabsorbed the fragment into his body. Without the fragment pressing against his face, the young deity’s defined facial contours returned. Holding only the feather given by Yuanyuan, he adjusted his sleeping position.

 

“That’s good.”

 

His voice gradually lowered as he spoke.

 

One hand rested on his waist and abdomen, while the other loosely held Yuanyuan’s black feather beside the pillow.

 

The deity fell asleep again, and the stubborn tuft of hair stood up once more.

 

This time, Yuanyuan did not reach out. He stared intently at the black feather near Xinghui’s cheek, his eyes deepening.

 

Finally, he stood up satisfied.

 

Still competing with him?

 

When he became Xinghui’s first follower, this divine fragment hadn’t even appeared!

 

*

 

Xinghui slept deeply and profoundly.

 

When he opened his eyes, the colors and scenes before him took some getting used to.

 

However, his internal spiritual power was very active, even more so than before.

 

It wasn’t just due to the divine fragment.

 

Xinghui felt it, got out of bed, and something fell to the floor.

 

A black feather?

 

Half-asleep in a safe place, Xinghui vaguely remembered Yuanyuan entering the room last night. Puzzled, he bent down, picked up the black feather, and vaguely recalled what happened the previous night. Holding the feather, he felt a bit amused.

 

Yesterday, he casually plucked the soft tip of Yuanyuan’s wing, and this guy had seriously pulled out a feather to give him?

 

This odd act made Xinghui feel Yuanyuan’s devout faith in an unusual way.

 

After waking up, Xinghui didn’t delay. He quickly checked the report on the situation in the Z72 area.

 

He had slept for two whole days.

 

In those two days, Shixi had almost solved the problems.

 

Even though he already knew the extent of the disaster’s damage, Xinghui was still amazed when he saw the reports.

 

“There shouldn’t have been such severe storm aftermath records before, right?”

 

The black-haired deity sat straight in his chair, the screen before him displaying the demons’ compiled data.

 

“This is the most severe storm aftermath we’ve recorded since the cosmic storm ended ten years ago.”

 

“Probably the Alliance doesn’t have related records either.”

 

Yuanyuan stood beside Xinghui, his fingers resting on the back of Xinghui’s chair.

 

“This is indeed not a good sign.”

 

Xinghui frowned.

 

“Divine fragments are active, cosmic storm aftermaths are also becoming active. The cosmic energy should have its correlations. I have a bad feeling that such aftermaths might become frequent in the future.”

 

Maybe even cosmic storms—

 

Xinghui thought, but he didn’t dare voice this guess. Storms take years to accumulate energy, and when they come, they bring massive disasters. The most severe effect is the pollution they bring to the entire universe.

 

That is the source of all creatures’ suffering and the origin of genetic diseases.

 

“But there’s no need to worry too much.”

 

Xinghui closed the data and stood up, looking at his followers.

 

“My strength is now greater than before. When these large-scale disasters strike, I should be able to establish protective barriers within my spiritual power range.”

 

It would just be a bit exhausting.

 

“Now, we need to continue searching for the divine fragments more quickly.”

 

The black-haired deity looked back at them, his gaze intense yet calm.

 

“The Alliance is merely an obstacle in our path, not our true enemy.”

 

Their enemy was now clear: the impending large-scale disasters and the pollution left by the cosmic storms.

 

Even the Abyss couldn’t stop him, let alone the Alliance.

 

Yuanyuan looked at the seemingly always calm and powerful little deity before him, his heart stirred.

 

In front of everyone, he couldn’t resist bending down to gently hold Xinghui’s fingertips.

 

His voice carried a hint of unrecognized infatuation.

 

“As you wish.”

 

Xinghui: !

 

The surrounding demons: !

 

Shixi: !

 

Damn, he had always said this guy had countless tricks to make his presence known to the deity.

 

Xinghui looked at those dark red eyes, feeling slightly uncomfortable as he praised himself for finding the key point and solving his followers’ problems.

 

Mainly because when his vision returned yesterday, the first person he saw was this guy—

 

Now, seeing his dark red eyes, he couldn’t help but think of those pinkish dots…

 

Even the feather casually placed in his pocket felt slightly warm.

 

Xinghui wanted to look away.

 

He needed to stop thinking about irrelevant things!

 

He was being contaminated!

 

After the small meeting ended, Xinghui stepped out of the command room and saw Leng Rong standing outside.

 

This young demon was quite different from the other demons Xinghui had encountered.

 

Leng Rong didn’t seem to have inherited the bloodthirsty madness typical of demons. He appeared calm and composed, wrapped in various styles of black military uniforms, not as robust as the demons Xinghui had seen.

 

But why hadn’t he left yet?

 

Xinghui paused.

 

“Do you have any other business?”

 

“No, not really, Divine Lord. It’s just that the past few days haven’t been suitable for a return journey, so I stayed a few extra days. I also noticed that your spiritual power range has expanded again, hasn’t it?”

 

The demon’s eyes were calm but filled with intense confusion.

 

“Why is that? The demons in other places aren’t your followers, right?”

 

In fact, many demons scoffed at the deity and the Abyss, ignoring the messages from here.

 

Yet, Xinghui’s spiritual power still spread bit by bit, encompassing the desolate star system and gradually reducing the pollution from the storm.

 

Demons, long abandoned, couldn’t understand why anyone would do something without benefit.

 

“I’ve said before that believing in me is a free choice. Isn’t resisting the aftermath of cosmic storms my duty? It doesn’t matter who lives in those places. The Alliance has the Abyss to reduce the source of pollution. I’m just fulfilling my duty on the other side, unrelated to you.”

 

Clearing environmental pollution was his responsibility. Of course, he was particularly concerned about his own followers and wanted them to live well, the little deity thought seriously.

 

The demon, unable to understand, stood there, but couldn’t look away from Xinghui’s eyes.

 

“Go back. The storm is not your problem. Although you are a bit far from here, the pollution will dissipate one day, slowly by me.”

 

Xinghui looked at the lone figure in the hall, surrounded by demons who were his followers and somewhat ostracized him. Leng Rong seemed to have a good temper among demons, not caring about the surrounding noise. To Xinghui, this looked a bit pitiful, so his tone softened slightly.

 

What made this guy deserve such kindness from Xinghui? Thinking about it, Xinghui hadn’t spared him from teasing. How come these newcomers only experienced good things?

 

Moreover, what was with that look?

 

Just finish your business and leave. No one asked you to stay.

 

Yuanyuan couldn’t hold back, stepped aside to block the view between Xinghui and Leng Rong, trying to change the subject.

 

At that moment, another demon rushed over.

 

“Divine Lord, a message has been sent to the Divine Star. They claim to be from the Lingyan Tribe in a lower star system and have found a divine fragment. The Lingyan Tribe is also heavily polluted and suffers from severe genetic diseases. They have repeatedly sought help from higher star systems to no avail. Recently, they learned about the divine fragments online and said that a peculiar mineral they found resembled the fragments. They want to use the fragment to seek help from us. The situation might be urgent because of their backward technology. Shining Star might also receive news about the fragment.”

 

Recently, Shining Star had been searching for divine fragments after failing with Xinghui. With this news, it’s certain that they would once again confront the higher star system.

 

Moreover, the Alliance could easily communicate and might have started contacting the Lingyan Tribe, possibly offering many things in exchange for the fragment.

 

Xinghui immediately turned and followed the demon away.

 

Yuanyuan, having serious business to attend to, held back his words, glanced at Leng Rong, and gave a false smile, his tall figure completely blocking Xinghui’s silhouette, preventing the demon from seeing him.

 

Leng Rong began to understand why these demons treated Xinghui like a treasure. The fundamental reason wasn’t just because of Xinghui’s divine status, but because Xinghui was Xinghui.

 

If the Alliance deity Yuejian had announced that blessings and salvation would come to the desolate star system, he wouldn’t have believed it and would have thought they were talking nonsense.

 

But if Xinghui said he would clear the pollution of the desolate star system one day—

 

Leng Rong calmly closed his eyes, though not so calm inside.

 

He believed it.

 

Without Xinghui realizing it, another weak connection of faith began to form.

 

Author’s Note:

 

Divine Fragment: Wuwuwuwu!!!

 

Yuanyuan: Haha, I won!!

 

Xinghui (confused): What exactly happened?

 

*

 

I’m on my period, plus I have a low-grade fever and a sore throat, but the temperature isn’t high. Not sure what’s going on, so that’s it for today. If I feel better tomorrow, I’ll continue to update more.

 

Love you all, darlings.

 

Sleep early.