After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 7

Yuanyuan’s subordinates control approximately over ten planets in the desolate galaxy, and there are also about ten to twenty legion commanders.

As Xinghui just came out of the room, although he couldn’t see their appearance, his body involuntarily tensed. Each of them, like flames, exuded spiritual power that flickered and burned steadily.

All of them were very strong.

—Strong enough to easily throw him into a pot and stew him.

Internally resisting the influence of the rumors about demons eating deities, Xinghui wondered why he ended up on the wrong starship, directly transported to the demon race with a hellish difficulty level?

And in the moment he appeared.

All the legion commanders looked up, their gaze fixed on this slender and beautiful deity.

The deep brown coat Xinghui wore when he arrived was already torn in many places. Today, he changed into a small-sized demon military uniform. He didn’t wear a military cap, and the black uniform outlined his slender and lean waist. The golden tassels hanging down from his shoulders swayed with his movements.

Soft black hair framed his face, and those silent black eyes casually swept across the group.

Instantly, the legion commanders fell silent.

After a moment, someone regained their senses.

A coarse voice with a hint of amusement spoke, “Boss, is this a deity? With these small arms and legs, and this little spiritual power, if tossed into a cosmic storm, I’m afraid there would be nothing left, let alone protecting us. It’s too dangerous.”

Another voice, half mocking and half meaningful, added, “But his looks do suit my taste. Boss, if you want to choose a bodyguard for him, I’m volunteering.”

Before leaving the higher-level galaxy, the deity had never appeared publicly in front of so many people, and the environment, along with the joking discussions, made Xinghui somewhat uncomfortable. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, but he remained calm, standing in place without paying attention to their offensive remarks.

Also, he didn’t sense any belief from the demon race.

However, Xinghui had somewhat anticipated this situation.

This was a race with no belief from the start.

Moreover, they had existed for a similar amount of time as the Jensa race and were notorious for their cunning and fierceness.

In simple terms: not easy to fool at all!

“Heh.”

A particularly indifferent and mocking voice followed.

“What use does a deity have? Can they really cure genetic diseases? Not to mention such a delicate deity. I heard, Boss, did he sneak onto our starship?”

The atmosphere became tense.

“In the past year, the ore that suppresses genetic diseases in the desolate galaxy has become quite scarce. Over-mining has led to negotiations with the Alliance each time, and they always propose various harsh conditions. Moreover, even the most common ore they sell us is sky-high in price. Who knows if this so-called deity coming to our desolate galaxy has some conspiracy.”

Most people were making jests, but this person’s words were full of malice from the moment he spoke.

The targeting was too strong, and the tone carried impatience. It was no longer a tone that could be passed off with laughter.

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

He hadn’t finished, but the voice turned colder.

“The desolate galaxy was abandoned by the Abyss. Do you really believe in a deity born from the Abyss? Moreover—before he came out, we all had a unanimous stance, not planning to show him any goodwill. And now? Listen to what you’re saying. Boss, I even suspect he has the ability to bewitch others, sent by the Alliance specifically to divide us.”

His gaze was cold, as if he wanted to pierce through Xinghui.

“Moreover, we never trust deities, so he’s useless to us, only a threat. I think we should deal with him as soon as possible.”

Yuanyuan lazily stood beside Xinghui, looking interested, wanting to see if this small deity would show a different emotion because of these people’s words.

Then came a voice questioning like this.

He crossed his arms, his dark red eyes slightly squinted, smiling lightly. With just a step, he was already standing next to the person named Huanzi.

“Just this little vase, do you think I can’t control him? Huanzi.”

His tone was still light and joking, gentle and slow.

But in an instant, Huanzi stepped back two steps, feeling a chill down his spine.

“N-no…”

“Do you think I’m useless to all of you?”

The deity finally spoke.

His voice was cold, and the lifeless black eyes seemed to lock onto his position, looking indifferently.

They were already on the steps, and now Xinghui stood alone above everyone else, giving a sense of cold solemnity.

“Isn’t it true?”

Under the pressure from Yuanyuan, Huanzi asked with a forced tone.

“The power of a deity relies on belief. Since you have no belief in me, naturally, you won’t get what you desire the most. But as an exchange for your belief, I can offer you an opportunity.”

Xinghui spoke slowly and raised his hand, pointing to a certain direction.

“That is the ore you need. I’ve also learned about your situation—shortage of ore that suppresses genetic diseases. You can only buy the lowest-grade energy ore from the higher-level galaxies.”

When energy ore was mentioned, the legion commanders around, who had been making jokes and trying to lighten the atmosphere, became more serious.

Their families, including themselves, were more or less affected by genetic diseases. Especially in the desolate galaxy, there was no help from the Abyss or deities to alleviate the effects of the storms.

“While I can’t see your appearances, I can see your spiritual power. Similarly, I can perceive the energy fluctuations of the energy ore. Here, there are still untapped sources of new energy ore.”

“Really?!”

“There’s still untapped energy ore? Haven’t we used devices to scan everywhere?”

The demon races were stirred up.

Yuanyuan also raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Unexpectedly, Xinghui could indeed be useful to them.

The demon race was cunning and fierce, trusting no one but themselves, especially not in something as elusive as dedicating belief. However, energy ore was a tangible resource.

Yuanyuan walked down the steps in two strides, raised his hand, and lightly tapped the brim of his military cap with his fingertip, looking at Xinghui with raised eyebrows.

“You really can see.”

Xinghui, who had been contemplating the next steps after speaking, nodded in acknowledgment.

Suddenly, the ground shook violently.

After the cosmic storm, the desolate galaxy suffered severe consequences, not only genetic diseases but also some natural disasters. The current ground tremor was something the demon race had become quite accustomed to.

But it was the first time Xinghui had experienced it.

With an unstable footing, he staggered forward. His eyes instinctively widened a bit. In order to maintain his deity’s dignity, he forced down the panic, raised one hand, and prepared to steady himself even if he fell. He couldn’t afford to look too disheveled!

Then he felt himself being supported, and at the same time, something was grasped in his hand. [Male lead is a demon, with long horns; he just held onto one of the horns. Verified by the reviewer.]

Yuanyuan seemed to freeze for a moment.

The deity looked blankly downward.

What is this?

Wait a minute—could this be the legendary demon horn?

Author’s note:

Huanzi: He’s sent by the higher-level galaxy to sow discord among us!

Xinghui: Please, just let me go QAQ

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Darlings, how about we stick to updating around 6 AM in the future? What do you think?