After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 53
This isn’t how you’re supposed to compete for favor!
It’s obvious none of you are good demons!
Xiya cursed under his breath, starting to make personal attacks in his mind.
While cursing internally, he cautiously glanced at Yuanyuan beside him.
He was afraid that if Yuanyuan was in a bad mood, he might really start a fight.
After all, it wouldn’t be the first time such a thing happened.
Having been Yuanyuan’s adjutant for so many years, he had seen a lot.
Although he had developed a certain level of mental resilience, fighting in front of the god would be highly inappropriate, wouldn’t it?
However, the two merely stared coldly at each other, or rather, Yuanyuan looked expressionlessly at the other party.
In fact, Yuanyuan also had a moment of doubt in his heart.
He naturally felt that his devotion to Xinghui was different from that of others.
But how was it different?
And why was it different?
Yuanyuan couldn’t figure out if this was still considered devotion.
But that didn’t stop Yuanyuan from finding this guy in front of him unpleasant and wanting to crumple him up and throw him back to their little place.
Leng Rong had come in a hurry and had many things to arrange and handle, plus the demons he brought along needed to coordinate with Yuanyuan’s side.
Thus, despite having a bit of a competitive spirit, he really didn’t want to fight with a monster like Yuanyuan, as it would be exhausting and futile.
In the end, he just gave a slight smile and quickly left.
Yuanyuan stood with his arms crossed, looking lazy, but his brows were furrowed, and his smile had disappeared, standing right behind Xinghui.
At that moment, Xinghui was waiting for the demons to intercept the video signal the other party was about to send out.
Ever since the last time Yuanquan shut them up and further enhanced the defenses of StarNet, the demons had been intensifying their efforts to find ways to break through StarNet’s defenses.
The demon in front of Xinghui was especially eager to show off his skills.
“Look, as long as I do this before they send it out, then like this—”
He spoke excitedly while operating quickly.
His eyes shone brightly.
A good god should know how to praise his followers.
To be honest, Xinghui didn’t really understand what he was doing.
But that didn’t stop him from nodding lightly.
“Very impressive.”
With just these words, almost all the demons’ gazes turned to Xinghui.
“God!”
It was unclear who spoke first.
“I can intercept what they’re about to send out!”
“I’ll change the source!”
“I’ll put up his picture and draw poop on his head!”
“I can draw him eating poop!”
Wait! This is getting out of hand!
Someone else was not to be outdone.
“God, wait a moment, I will implant your name and picture in every corner of StarNet.”
Xinghui: …
Xinghui was about to curl his toes in embarrassment.
No, no, no, no, no.
This sounds like making spam ads.
What is it with demons’ brains that they come up with such embarrassing ideas time and again?!
Malicious!
This mental torment is really too ‘malicious’!
No need to be this enthusiastic.
For a moment, Xinghui didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Yuanyuan, standing behind him, remained silent.
The black-haired god uncomfortably adjusted his hair, grabbed his military cap from the side, and put it on his head, pressing it down hard to cover his embarrassed expression.
With his face half hidden in the shadow, he looked cold and indifferent again.
After that, he looked at Yuanyuan.
His fair face was half hidden in shadow, and his beautiful black eyes seemed to reflect his image.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Since earlier, his mood seemed off.
The demons behind him were too towering.
Although Xinghui’s height was considered normal in the interstellar context, for Yuanyuan, standing behind Xinghui, he could almost hide Xinghui in his shadow.
Their presence was just too overwhelming.
Especially this guy who had a stern face, making even his small black demon horns appear rigid.
Xinghui’s mood was naturally good.
Apart from the issues with Yuejian, Shen Yu, and the fragments of the god’s consciousness, which left him puzzled as to the cause of the sudden calamity and where it came from, everything else was going smoothly for Xinghui.
Not only could he feel the enhancement of his spiritual power every day, but the connections of faith were also gradually increasing.
It seemed like a long time ago when he fled alone and embarrassed from ZuiCanStar, seeking his first follower. Now, he was clearly doing well, continuously gaining new followers.
Xinghui once again reviewed what he had been doing during this time, then carefully looked over his clothes, ensuring that his divine image and majesty were intact. Satisfied, he proudly straightened his chest.
He was doing great!
Meanwhile, Yuanyuan continued to purse his lips.
He also wanted to know what was wrong with himself.
Watching Xinghui smile at Leng Rong and then at the others, he felt a bit sulky, and just now, seeing Xinghui smile at the others.
“I don’t want you to smile at them.”
The towering demon spoke quickly, his voice lowering.
He realized he was only thinking about how he could make Xinghui laugh, hoping to receive more of his favor, rather than observing and understanding Xinghui’s emotions and preferences every day.
He was speaking too fast.
Plus, with the demons bickering around them, Xinghui didn’t catch what he said, only hearing the last word—’smile’.
“Why should I smile?”
Xinghui’s crimson lips curved up.
Like a gentle breeze under the moonlight, they seemed to shine, momentarily stunning Yuanyuan.
Especially Xinghui’s smiling lips.
They looked so touchable.
But his hands were too rough. He had to be careful even when touching other parts of Xinghui’s body, let alone these softer lips. A couple more touches there could probably hurt Xinghui.
He licked his lips in contemplation.
His own lips were quite soft.
If he used his lips, it probably wouldn’t hurt—
But before Yuanyuan’s brain could fully process it, he froze.
Why did he even think of using his lips to touch Xinghui?!
Was fantasizing about this also considered devotion?
Just thinking about it made Yuanyuan curse softly in his heart. Unable to control his nervousness, he subtly shifted his body, avoiding eye contact with Xinghui, as if afraid that the pounding of his heart could be heard by Xinghui.
Xinghui didn’t even realize what chaotic thoughts were running through this guy’s mind.
He just felt that his first follower was acting strangely today.
Like a computer experiencing a glitch, taking forever to respond.
“That’s intercepted!”
Soon, the demon’s voice interrupted Xinghui and Yuanyuan’s thoughts.
“I even managed to tamper with it. When they realize, this video will probably be seen by the entire StarNet!”
Their attention was quickly diverted by this guy, equally curious as to what Yuanquan was about to release.
As he spoke, the surrounding demons gathered around.
They watched as the video transformed into a format they could view.
“I read the text accompanying the video, and it kept emphasizing the importance of the god’s fragments, urging everyone to search for them. I don’t know what kind of video they’ve paired with it. And, God, do you know how ridiculous they are? They even said we used some means to capture the elves. I think it’s a favor to keep those elves with us.”
“That’s right, that’s right. Let me say this: the pollution within Yuejian’s coverage area isn’t as good as the situation within our god’s spiritual power coverage!”
“Our God is number one in the universe!”
“Alright.”
Xinghui quickly interrupted the demons’ chatter.
The praise was getting unbearable.
The small god remained in place, exuding a cold and noble aura, with the golden chain tassels on his chest swaying gently. His face seemed calm and reliable, facing whatever situation with unwavering composure.
No one noticed the slight blush creeping into the tips of Xinghui’s ears, hidden amidst his hair.
But as the scene transitioned, Xinghui paused for a moment.
The video showed a stifling background, resembling a small, sparsely decorated room.
“What place is this? The research institute of Bright Star? The wall looks similar to the videos we found before, but we’ve already searched everything we needed to initially. We didn’t find anything suspicious in their archives—”
“Help me—”
A weak voice came from the video.
Xinghui didn’t react immediately upon seeing the image for the first time, but upon hearing the voice, he instinctively clenched his fingers.
Because the next moment, the scene shifted from the oppressive wall to the black-haired god.
It was unclear when this video was taken, but the black-haired god appeared no different from now. However, his expression clearly showed confusion and immaturity, with vacant eyes.
At that time, the small god was wearing a casual-style coat, with his hands and clothes stained with blood, his expression lost.
Lying not far in front of him was another person, a severely ill genetic patient, repeatedly pleading for help.
His gaze was fixed on Xinghui, filled with longing.
Soon, blood gushed out in large amounts, staining the pale fingertips of the black-haired god. Clearly panicked, he desperately tried to stop the bleeding, but at that time, he couldn’t do anything.
“Is anyone there?”
The small god’s voice was hoarse as he called for help from the surroundings.
Eventually, the man’s breath weakened, and his voice faded away completely. After a while, the Alliance personnel rushed in.
“God, how did you end up here?”
“God, that person is a severe genetic patient. There’s no hope for him. Let’s get you out first—”
Soon, doctors came to check on the genetic patient, and finally, they shook their heads at the researchers who entered later, discreetly casting a glance at Xinghui before shaking their heads again.
At the end of the video, the black-haired god stood still, his jet-black hair and pupils contrasting against his pale skin, the blood dripping from his fingertips, tinged with despair. Although he tried to remain calm, his eyes were tinged with sadness to the point of turning red at the corners. This scene was visually shocking.
The video ended and automatically closed, lasting only about twenty to thirty seconds.
But it silenced the demons almost instantly.
This was the video that Star Palace wanted to release?!!
Damn—
Were they insane?
What were they thinking?
Didn’t they see that the god was almost in tears?!
And now they intended to release it—what for? To prove that the previous Xinghui had no abilities, couldn’t save anyone, and only now, relying on the fragments of the god’s consciousness, had gained such power? Were they hurrying to find the fragments to prove that Yuejian would be stronger than the current Xinghui?
Almost all the demons present cursed inwardly, especially Yuanyuan, whose face turned terrifyingly pale.
As for Xinghui, apart from initially being a bit stunned, after watching for ten seconds, he realized what was going on. His brows furrowed, and a coldness settled over him, as if the scent of blood had once again wrapped around his nose.
“At that time, wasn’t it supposed to be an accident?”
The god suddenly spoke.
“Was it a test to see if I could awaken my abilities?”
At that time, he had just been born, completely powerless, unable to compete with Yuejian for faith. Coupled with his blindness, he was merely invisible in Star Palace. His only pleasure was wandering around the palace, listening to the feedback from the surroundings about Yuejian and Yuanquan, trying to figure out what he should do and how to do it best.
It wasn’t until he accidentally entered that room and encountered the severely ill patient that he realized he was powerless, watching the person die before his eyes, unable to feel any faith or gain any power.
Although Mo Jiuze had later told him that it was just an accident, since that incident, he had rarely ventured out of his residence.
Understanding this truth, Xinghui wasn’t too surprised.
After all, the drugs that speed up the progression of genetic diseases could be researched by the Alliance Laboratory before, so this kind of test targeting him does feel like something they could do.
But releasing it like this is really too impulsive.
Either they are about to make a big move, or there has been an unexpected release.
“Keep an eye on what the Alliance is up to. Even if the news can’t be suppressed, they can’t just release something like this for no reason—”
Xinghui commanded, then paused. He temporarily didn’t look at the faces of these demon clans, feeling somewhat uneasy as he averted his gaze.
“And those are all things from a long time ago. I’m different now. I’m strong now, I can protect you—this won’t happen again.”
He absolutely wouldn’t let something like this happen again.
Xinghui said seriously, everything he worked for was for this.
Xinghui felt it was almost enough, and he wanted to ask what videos these demon clans had replaced with—
Then he heard a sniffle in his ear.
Xinghui: …?
Xinghui finally looked at these demon clans.
These big guys or former glamorous ladies were all staring at him, their eyes reddened, almost on the verge of cursing.
“Don’t, don’t cry.”
Xinghui widened his eyes.
He wanted to ask what video they had replaced, but feeling a bit flustered, he looked at Yuanyuan behind him.
He had learned so much, but he didn’t know how to deal with believers suddenly about to cry at him.
The surroundings felt a bit too oppressive.
After watching the recent video, one by one, these demon clans strongly demanded that he go back and rest more to deal with what was about to happen.
Xinghui couldn’t resist them, and looking at the expressions of these people, what worried him more than being seen by others doing those things was that these demon clans wouldn’t just spread their wings and go fight with the people from the Bright Star and the Royal Family, right?
He’d better leave first, giving these demon clans some space to calm down.
Then, as he stepped out of the command room and closed the door, someone whimpered, “He’s still a baby!!”
Baby Xinghui: …
The valiant and invincible little deity felt you were a bit impolite.
But Xinghui stared at the door for a long time, sighed, and turned to walk to his room.
Yuanyuan followed Xinghui step by step.
When Xinghui entered his room and closed the door, he couldn’t help but sigh.
Despite Yuanyuan usually being the craziest, he was quite reliable in critical moments.
Thinking like this, there was a brushing sound behind him.
When Xinghui turned around, the wings had already surrounded him, perfectly enclosing Xinghui’s body.
The tall demon clan knelt in front of Xinghui, his most instinct-defying posture, respectfully bowing his head, only lifting his eyes lightly, with a crimson hue, almost on the brink of madness.
As for whether he was calm or reliable—
Xinghui figured it out. This guy was even crazier, already entering battle mode directly.
If it weren’t for him being here, this guy might have already charged to the Bright Star and had another life-and-death duel with Yuanquan.
Xinghui was shocked for a moment, instinctively grabbing the little horn on his head.
The demon clan, crazy yet rational, was firmly controlled in place by the pale fingertips of the little deity.
He wanted to go there and flatten it.
“Some people have to pay the price, don’t you think?”
A moment later, Yuanyuan spoke up.
The confusion and panic on Xinghui’s face in the recent footage completely shattered Yuanyuan’s psychological barrier.
The current Xinghui appeared calm and powerful in front of the demon clans, with a gentle yet decisive heart, like the last line of defense that the demon clans couldn’t possibly bring down.
But in the footage—
At that time, Xinghui’s every move was still predictable, unlike now, completely icy.
Yuanyuan couldn’t describe the feeling, but just the thought of Xinghui having no power for five years, unable to see anything, abandoned by others, gradually shaped into what he was now, made him feel aching in his heart.
“They will pay the price.”
Xinghui was very calm.
“From the Abyss to Yuejian, to the entire palace and even the Alliance, it’s all outrageous, haven’t we understood? I will make them pay the price.”
From the responsibility of the gods, to his own perspective.
This royal family, this alliance, are all messed up, all the dirty things should be exposed, all should pay the price.
For his first believer, the little deity brought comfort, appearing reliable.
Yuanyuan’s wings still tightly protected Xinghui within them, leaving him at a loss for words.
It should be Xinghui who needs to be comforted, isn’t it?
Why has it turned into Xinghui comforting him?
But it’s really maddening.
Yuanyuan could clearly perceive it now.
It’s not because of any genetic disease, nor pollution.
He just wished, if only he could have protected this person on the tip of his heart when Xinghui was born.
*
Bright Star.
Yuanquan had just led Yuejian into the hall.
After a few days of recuperation, Yuejian’s body had evidently improved a lot.
But due to public doubts, Yuejian had been restless lately.
And the divine star fragments had still not been found.
Yuanlin was sitting in the hall at the moment, in front of him was a small screen, displaying the words “Sent Successfully.”
Yuanquan’s eyelids jumped when he scanned the room as he entered.
“What have you done?!”
His tone became stern.
Yuanlin’s platinum hair hung behind him.
“I couldn’t stand their remarks. Can’t I make them all understand the truth?”
“Yuanlin, what have you done?”
Yuejian was also stunned.
“I just showed everyone the video where Xinghui was completely useless against genetic diseases back then. Can’t I let more people see it? Instead of always inexplicably praising how powerful Xinghui is, it’s clear that he only has power because of the deity’s fragments. Haven’t you been thinking of how to suppress public opinion? I’m just helping you fix it and showing the demon clans what Xinghui was really like before.”
Yuanquan thought of the scene Yuanlin had created before.
His expression turned grim.
“You’re further provoking the anger of the demon clans. We’re not planning to start a war with them now; we need to find the divine star fragments as soon as possible to restore Yuejian’s power. This is not the time; you’ll only make things worse, just like before!”
“What do you mean I’ll only make things worse? Brother, was the situation before caused by me being terrible? I was just trying to help you remedy it and let the demon clans see what Xinghui was really like.”
Yuanlin straightened up.
“He can’t save anyone, his ideas are naive and laughable.”
Yuanquan chuckled.
“Are you blaming me for all your grievances?”
Yuanlin didn’t say anything.
But from his expression, it was clear that he had always believed that his way of suppressing public opinion was correct, completely crushing the other party, not giving them a chance to turn things around. Xinghui might have some ability now, but it’s only because he has the fragments of the deity.
As the two brothers were about to argue,
Yuejian hurriedly interjected.
“Alright, alright, let’s not argue. The video has been sent out already, it should have spread by now. Let’s think about how to solve this problem. And what Yuanlin said isn’t wrong. Xinghui indeed had no power back then. Given the current situation with public opinion, it’s understandable that Yuanlin wants to do something.”
He said, glancing quickly at Yuanquan.
“And even though Yuanlin’s actions may cause people to question me greatly, they still believe in me. Let me say a few words and smooth things over. You should take down the video for now.”
Yuejian said this with confidence, acting as a mediator.
But at the moment the video started playing, he froze, his face rapidly paling.
Author’s note:
Demon clans: Baby, are you sad? We’re so sad QAQ
Yuanyuan: Darling, darling, sob sob, I’ll flatten the Alliance for you
Xinghui, who got his head full of bumps from baby and darling: …
*
Today’s chubby chapter~
Let’s keep going tomorrow~ Try to update more and reach the big plot points sooner~ It won’t be too long~
Babies, go to bed early, goodnight
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