After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 5

Yuanlin’s expression distorted for a moment, then seemingly returned to normal, his voice icy.

“True, just a waste god, certainly not qualified to be compared to Prince Yuejian.”

“You lead the search, but don’t make too much noise. Once you find him, bring him back.”

Yuanquan instructed the chief guard.

This was quite explicit; Yuanquan didn’t want many people to know they had lost a god. Moreover, the god in question had weak spiritual power and was blind. If they followed the search, they would eventually find clues to lead them to him.

As for whether the escaped god would willingly return?

That wasn’t something this weak god could decide.

After all, this weak god had never been taken seriously.

The palace fell silent.

“Your Majesty, are you not going to punish the Council President for abandoning his post?”

Yuanlin was still dissatisfied. His chin lifted slightly, and the shadows cast by his disheveled platinum short hair made his beautiful face appear particularly gloomy.

“During the celebration, he should have stayed by Xinghui’s side.”

Or rather, Xinghui used to only let him stay by his side.

Yuanlin didn’t know what he was thinking, and a mocking smile played on his lips.

That interesting toy was probably deceived by the Council President’s external gentleness, stupidly believing in that treacherous individual.

Poor, fragile, easily deceived little toy. When he caught him, Yuanlin would make him see clearly what kind of person the Council President truly was.

“The Alliance’s Council President and the Bright Star System’s Emperor cannot demand things from each other. He’s just a useless waste god.”

Yuanquan stood up, whether answering Yuanlin’s question or speaking to himself was unclear.

Those shallow golden eyes showed no emotion.

“He’s never been worth the special care of the Alliance’s Council President. We will bring him back.”

As long as they are gods born in the depths of the cosmic abyss.

Even a waste god like Xinghui must stay in the Bright Star System; they must stay here.

The golden buttons on his white uniform emitted a faint glow. His white leather gloves were meticulously arranged. His hair swayed behind him as he turned to leave before Yuanlin could speak again.

In the corridors of the royal court, servants moved back and forth. The platinum king’s demeanor was indifferent as he accepted everyone’s respect.

He reached the door at the end of the corridor.

Pushing it open, the starlight overhead flickered magnificently, with clusters of stars surrounding the central figure.

Using starlight as raw material, a small and radiant crown adorned the head of the person at the center, surrounded by the boundless cosmos, exuding a maternal love.

“Yuanquan?”

The adored golden-haired deity turned back.

Compared to the dark-haired deity, his skin was milky white. His radiant golden hair made him seem as if he were glowing. He was slightly shorter, and his round, innocent-looking golden eyes easily stirred the hearts of others with compassion.

“Prince Yuejian.”

Yuanquan approached, removed his leather gloves, lowered his gaze, and bent down slightly, carefully holding the soft hand of the deity.

His attitude was devout and respectful.

The cosmic abyss seemed dissatisfied that its most beloved child’s attention was taken away by others. Countless starlight fell upon Prince Yuejian.

Prince Yuejian chuckled and waved his hands.

“No, no, there’s really too much. Mother, you’re going to drown me.”

Only then did the cosmic abyss halt its actions, but still, with a slightly petty demeanor, it withdrew all the radiance around Yuanquan.

“I heard from the celebration that my brother is missing. Yuanquan, have you found my brother?”

Yuejian spoke with great concern.

Although gods don’t appear in person, they still attend celebrations to showcase miracles and strengthen faith.

Yuejian is the spirit of the plant system, able to cultivate plants that can treat the aftereffects of the cosmic storm.

Any item touched by his spiritual power has this effect.

“Not yet, but we should be able to bring Lord Xinghui back soon.”

“That’s great. After all, my brother can’t see, and I really worry about him. Especially since he doesn’t have much spiritual power, he doesn’t seem easy to get along with. What if something happens to him?”

At this moment, Yuejian seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. However, it’s unclear what he heard from within the cosmic abyss, as his eyebrows lightly furrowed.

“Mother, can’t you at least show some concern for my brother? There’s more than just me as a god in this era… I know that only I can bear the responsibility of being a god, but I also like my brother. So, Mother, promise me, at least tidy him up the next time you see him.”

The golden-haired deity bathed in starlight, resembling a small sun, beautiful and radiant.

Yuanquan observed this scene.

Since Xinghui left, Yuanquan’s restless and pounding heart finally settled down.

It’s true.

He’s just a waste god that even the cosmic abyss doesn’t acknowledge.

There’s really nothing worth caring about.

*

Desolate Star System, Z30 Star.

This is already the second day of the demon race welcoming the gods.

Although news of the gods has spread, it is only within the legion led by Yuan.

All demon races are curious about gods, a rare species. However, the discussion about the appearance of the black-haired little god is higher than the discussion about the gods’ ability to treat aftereffects.

The beautiful little god with black hair and black eyes is truly very eye-catching to the demon race. Even though Yuan has mentioned that Xinghui is just prey captured by the demon race, these discussions are maliciously amplified. If a star surfer were to see this, the sarcastic words from these demon races might seem more like insincere compliments.

At this moment, Xinghui is sitting in the examination room.

Yin Fan, a hot demon girl with a tall and slender figure, is holding a small lamp and carefully examining Xinghui’s eyes.

Xinghui fell asleep unconsciously while listening to a book yesterday. He woke up early today, intending to go out earlier to gather more information. However, as soon as he stepped out, he was almost blinded by that flamboyant red spiritual power. No, he can’t see, but he still wants to complain.

Damn it! Where did this guy come from, and why did he wake up so early?!

He was then brought to this examination room.

At this moment, that dazzling spiritual power is leaning against the side, and Xinghui can feel a gaze scrutinizing him back and forth.

While Yin Fan, who is examining him, speaks in a cold tone, her fingertips feel warm.

Xinghui’s body temperature is low, and every time those fingertips touch his sensitive skin, even though he keeps a straight face and a stiff body, he can’t help but want to shrink back.

“Could the Lord God cooperate a bit, please?”

Yin Fan’s voice sounds somewhat mocking.

“Look at your thin arms and legs. Didn’t the upper star system feed you well? At least your skin is not bad…”

He is a god and has no special dietary requirements, but shouldn’t this description be more dignified? What does ‘thin arms and legs, but the skin is not bad’ mean? Why does it sound so strange?

Xinghui couldn’t help but frown, contemplating the meaning behind her words.

But in the eyes of Yuan and Yin Fan, the black-haired god seems impatient with this examination. With his head tilted and half of his hair covering his ear, he coldly ignores the ‘insults’ from these ‘mortals’ and doesn’t bother to reply with a single word.

Suddenly, the god pauses, and when he looks up at them again, there’s a hint of wariness in his eyes. Asking about his body weight and skin… are these demon races trying to take advantage of him?

Author’s Note:

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In a sense, this is also a form of telepathy! (not really)