After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 74

“Nice to meet you.”

A face, both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar, appeared on the light screen.

Xinghui was still holding the research institute’s documents in his hand. He looked up and met this person’s gaze.

His face remained calm and indifferent, showing no significant reaction to this sudden intruder.

Yuanyuan gently shifted to the side, partially blocking Xinghui from view.

Then, they saw the little god, who never seemed to be startled by anything around him, swiftly raise his hand. The light screen on his wrist flickered, revealing the slightly blurry image that the demon race had found earlier.

The handsome young man squinted his eyes, comparing the image on his wrist with the one on the light screen in front of him.

He quickly turned off the light screen, lifted his head again with calm composure, and resumed his godly demeanor.

It seemed that gods had a slightly poorer memory when it came to strangers’ faces. Xinghui needed to double-check to be sure, though he was clearly trying hard to cover up this fact.

Yuanyuan: …

Yuanyuan actually felt a bit amused, but this wasn’t the right occasion to laugh. After all, they had just finished reviewing some serious documents, so they needed to stay solemn.

Moreover—Xinghui had tried so hard to hide it, how could he expose him?

Xinghui, unaware that his little action to confirm whether this person was Zhao Xiyuan had been clearly observed by Yuanyuan, looked back up with a slightly sharper expression.

His voice was cold as he slowly spoke.

“Zhao Xiyuan?”

Xinghui held the document in his hand, and at that moment, the sky’s light fractured. The device outside that simulated normal lighting malfunctioned along with the protective screen’s breakdown, casting fragmented light on Xinghui’s face, dim with patches of brightness.

Zhao Xiyuan must have watched Xinghui’s videos a few times.

Coincidentally, every time the Alliance held one of these live broadcast events, some issues would arise, inadvertently solidifying Xinghui’s godly image bit by bit.

He was capable, and his actions were decisive.

So when Xinghui looked at people this way, it really did evoke an inexplicable sense of dread.

The background behind Zhao Xiyuan didn’t resemble any of the places they had seen.

It seemed no sunlight penetrated it, only artificial lights were on.

But they had arrived quickly and suddenly; it was impossible for the other party to have left the Chimuxi Space Station’s range by now.

“Don’t get excited, don’t get excited. I’m here to negotiate with you this time.”

Zhao Xiyuan met Xinghui’s gaze directly through the light screen. Perhaps because he had only seen third-party perspectives before, the impact wasn’t as strong. But when he finally locked eyes with Xinghui’s deep, dark eyes, he hesitated for a moment, then added a smile.

“After all, you arrived so quickly. I had no way to retreat, right? You should understand how difficult our lives usually are. Those guys from the upper star systems made the rules based on their strength and expect everyone to follow them. A lot of things weren’t our choice.”

Zhao Xiyuan spoke with feigned helplessness.

“And besides, aren’t you being a bit excessive? We were just expressing our dissatisfaction on the Star Network, but it didn’t actually affect you, did it? Haven’t you already publicly broken ties with the Alliance? Faith shouldn’t even matter, right? And the people living in the Chimuxi Space Station, including me, are just ordinary races. We can’t compare with those people, and we certainly can’t match the demons. As for the information you’re holding, that was indeed given to me by the merfolk, but it has nothing to do with me. My family has been dead for a long time, and I don’t believe in gods myself. Probably, they chose me for this reason and forced me to cooperate with them. I just want to survive—what’s wrong with that? Even though we expressed dissatisfaction with gods and the Abyss, it shouldn’t warrant surrounding our space station with so many starships and directly bombarding us, right?”

Xinghui didn’t want to listen to his convoluted explanations.

The god just firmly held the two documents in his hand.

“What do you want to negotiate?”

“I know the demon race has been searching for the whereabouts of the merfolk. I have information related to the merfolk. The merfolk have spiritual powers related to space. They’re cunning and have created many small spaces to conduct experiments and such. However, I know they have a large laboratory where they’ve hidden many things. Since you’ve already cornered me, maybe this could be a bargaining chip, so we can talk. Perhaps in the future, you could turn a blind eye to our space station.”

He sounded very sincere.

Before Xinghui and Yuanyuan could respond, he quickly added.

“There are too many demons on the ground, making me feel unsafe. You can bring a few demons, but please don’t bring too many people. Take the elevator from the corner straight down. The basement floor button on the elevator has just lit up. I’ve also heard that you don’t impose mandatory faith requirements and have genuinely helped many people like us who struggle to survive in the galaxy. So I really hope to negotiate with you sincerely. After all, the entire space station is now surrounded by demons; I have no reason to lie.”

After Zhao Xiyuan finished speaking, the light screen flickered again and instantly shut off.

“Boss, the light at the end of the corridor just turned on.”

The demons outside had noticed something unusual and shouted to those inside.

Yuanyuan responded.

“Now that we know where he is, we still don’t know what cards he’s holding. Is he truly at the end of his rope, or does he have another plan? Don’t you find it strange that, based on the information, this guy admitted his mistakes without resistance, wants to negotiate, and straightforwardly offers the intelligence we’ve been searching for in exchange for us sparing them?”

“It is indeed strange.”

Xinghui was already heading for the door.

The black-haired god adjusted the military cap on his head, with his fingertips pressing against the brim. He turned his head to look at Yuanyuan, who was standing behind him.

“But isn’t that why we’re here? If you don’t take the bait, you won’t understand what he’s planning.”

The little god suddenly paused and let out a long sigh.

He seemed a bit contemplative.

“What’s the matter?”

Yuanyuan, walking alongside Xinghui, heard the sigh and couldn’t help but look over.

The little god, except in urgent matters, always meticulously researched things to find the most reasonable plan for execution. But at this moment, something else seemed to cross his mind.

“I was just thinking that our actions right now feel a lot like the protagonists in a horror movie, unable to figure out what’s going on but still managing to deduce and uncover many clues by courting death.”

“You watch horror movies in the Interstellar Network?”

Yuanyuan asked curiously.

Xinghui: …

Did he have to admit that it was because his eyes recovered and he was drawn in by those eye-catching, provocative titles?

“I’m a god, but I’m not some lifeless idol meant for worship on an altar.”

If not for the need to maintain his godly image, Xinghui would have rolled his eyes at Yuanyuan.

He even read books like *The God’s Little Beloved,* so what’s the big deal about a few horror movies?

They had already entered the elevator, with Xinghui, Yuanyuan, and two demons filling it. The other demons stayed on various floors, awaiting further orders.

The elevator was filled with the noise of static, likely affected by the bombardment.

Xinghui was staring at the elevator’s display, watching as the numbers slowly moved from two, then to one, and then gradually towards the negative floors.

Suddenly, a warm presence leaned in close, and the breath was somewhat scorching.

This guy naturally had a high body temperature and liked staying near him. Xinghui had already gotten used to the warmth from him being close. However, this sudden proximity still made Xinghui uncomfortable, just as he was about to move aside.

He heard this guy speak.

“The protagonist of the horror movie, is it the kind with the little couple?”

Xinghui: …

Xinghui: ……

The god finally couldn’t resist looking up at this guy.

So, while he was seriously thinking for so long, he was pondering this kind of thing??

Are you a love-obsessed fool??

The sudden absurdity made Xinghui unable to resist stomping hard on Yuanyuan’s shoe as they got off the elevator.

He now fully agreed with the opinion he once saw on the Interstellar Network while learning about this world—never make your work partner your companion, as it seriously affects work efficiency!

After Xinghui adjusted his emotions and stepped out of the elevator.

The decor before him had changed styles again. It now looked somewhat outdated, like a storage area from the past. On the other side of the wall, many blinking devices could be seen, and a man in a military uniform stood not far from the elevator, smiling as he watched Xinghui and the other demons step out.

“You’re even more impressive than I imagined—”

Zhao Xiyuan was initially smiling nonchalantly, waiting for someone to come out. But when he finally saw the black-haired deity surrounded by several tall demon clansmen, his breath caught in his throat.

Just from the data on the light screen, he knew that Xinghui was beautiful, but the impact of facing the deity in person was even greater than he had imagined.

“Truly majestic.”

In fact, Zhao Xiyuan wanted to say “beautiful,” but probably not many men would appreciate being praised as beautiful, and he didn’t want to ruin things with Xinghui with his first words.

He felt that every aspect of Xinghui standing before him perfectly matched his aesthetic, especially those eyes—calm yet sharp, as if they could pull a person in.

Zhao Xiyuan stared at Xinghui, his gaze unconsciously tinged with a bit of obsession.

Even Yuanyuan, who was closely following Xinghui, became an eyesore to Zhao Xiyuan.

Yuanyuan was already half-blocking Xinghui, guarding against the man in front of him. But when their eyes met, Yuanyuan forced a mocking smile.

He really hated that gaze, and he really hated this person.

When it came to Xinghui, Yuanyuan was never someone to hide his emotions.

“If you want to keep those eyes of yours, you’d better stop looking at him like that.”

“But I’m sincerely trying to cooperate with you. Such an attitude isn’t very friendly, is it?”

From Yuanyuan’s dark red eyes, Zhao Xiyuan saw danger. That one glance was like being targeted by a fierce beast, making Zhao Xiyuan feel a bit apprehensive, though he still maintained a smile.

He looked at Xinghui again, his eyes still smiling, yet now carrying a hint of eagerness.

“While the demons are powerful, their personalities might not be the best fit as a subordinate race, right? You’re not offended by that, are you? Actually, I do have some abilities. If possible, I’d like to recommend myself to you. Please allow me to get closer. I’ve also prepared tea and snacks in the room next door for entertaining guests. We can talk there.”

His words drew glares from the surrounding demons.

Damn, do these people ever stop trying to steal their god?

“No need.”

But Xinghui stared at him for a long time, and after hearing that, his expression turned slightly cold.

The demons beside him were already making a move, ruthlessly charging at Zhao Xiyuan and swiftly pinning him to the ground.

The demons’ actions were so fast that even though Zhao Xiyuan was decent in a fight, he was no match for these battle-hardened demons.

His face was pressed against the dusty ground, making him look somewhat disheveled. He looked up and saw Xinghui, who had already drawn a gun and was pointing it at his head.

“What are you doing? I was just expressing my admiration. If you’re angry, I won’t say anything more, but there’s no need for this. Aren’t you afraid I won’t say anything at all? Given your attitude, it seems like my only way to survive is to keep my mouth shut, right?”

Although Zhao Xiyuan’s expression was tense, his eyes clearly showed a certain detachment, only revealing some disdain for the demons holding him down.

“I’m showing my sincerity, so I hope you’ll show yours as well. This place is too dirty and chaotic; it’s not suitable for negotiations. We should go inside first.”

As he said this, Zhao Xiyuan smiled, as if helpless.

“I’m already like this. Are you still afraid I’ll try something? Even if I wanted to, there’s nothing here that could hurt you, not to mention dealing with these demons and all those starships outside, right?”

“I don’t know what you’re planning.”

But he didn’t expect Xinghui to reply so decisively, staring at the blinking seed-like object on Zhao Xiyuan’s chest that resembled something from Yuejian.

“So, you are also someone the merfolk brought from another world using their spatial powers?”

Zhao Xiyuan’s pupils slightly contracted. Almost instinctively, his fingertips pressed against the ground, as if issuing a command.

“Shift.”

The surroundings instantly changed.

A strong wave of mental energy surged, prompting Xinghui to release his own mental power to defend himself.

But he suddenly realized that his mental power couldn’t be mobilized, lying still like a dead pond.

The two demons who had pinned Zhao Xiyuan down were also thrown off by him in an instant. They retreated in a somewhat disheveled manner, but soon their situation was obscured by another scene.

“Merfolk’s mental power.”

Xinghui spoke softly.

Given the merfolk’s abilities, it was possible for them to send people to another space, especially since the merfolk had been collaborating with this guy for five years.

“I’m curious, how did you find out?”

Zhao Xiyuan had already stood up, brushing the dust off his clothes and looking at Xinghui curiously.

He even began to wonder if he and Xinghui were just destined to clash, as Xinghui always managed to surprise him.

He had been certain that the demons wouldn’t notice them for over half a month, but the next moment, a demon was already blasting them with an energy cannon at point-blank range.

He had prepared everything, planning to lure Xinghui into a trap under the guise of negotiation, to make everything more secure.

But in the next moment, Xinghui had seen through his origins.

It startled him so much that his first instinct was to ensure his own safety.

Using the elves’ mental power space under less-than-ideal conditions, he then activated his ability, which he called the Nullification Field, within the mental power space.

“Or rather, you weren’t as honest as you pretended to be.”

Yuanyuan and Xinghui were still standing close together and hadn’t separated. At this moment, Yuanyuan sneered at Zhao Xiyuan across from them.

He could no longer sense the mental power within himself either.

This must be the trump card that allowed this guy to stay calm, even brazenly playing tricks and daring to challenge both the demon clan and the deities.

It turned out that he could nullify their mental power.

Moreover, Yuanyuan could clearly feel his physical strength slowly decreasing, as if he were under some negative influence.

“After all, to survive in this world, you need some life-saving skills.”

Zhao Xiyuan no longer had the cautious demeanor from before; instead, he had become arrogant and casual.

“This is why the merfolk decided to cooperate with me. I am indeed from another world, and this is my ability—the Nullification Field. During our research with the merfolk, we discovered that my Nullification Field not only nullifies your mental power, but it’s also very effective against divine powers. I’ve helped the merfolk deal with quite a few things, and our ideologies align quite well. So, even though I don’t get along with Feng Yu, we still chose to collaborate.”

Although things hadn’t gone as Zhao Xiyuan had planned—there was supposed to be a more stable setup in the room with equipment crafted by the merfolk, and a cage meticulously prepared by him over the years using his ability—the current situation made it clear to him that something was wrong with both Xinghui and Yuanyuan.

Zhao Xiyuan felt slightly relieved.

“Aligning ideologies?”

Xinghui snorted in amusement.

Zhao Xiyuan, who seemed confident in his victory, remained completely unhurried.

Even though Xinghui had never shown him a pleasant face, that didn’t stop Zhao Xiyuan from liking Xinghui’s attitude. So, since Xinghui asked, Zhao Xiyuan answered almost without hesitation, perhaps because he felt there was no need to hide anything at this point.

“Yes, our world was also ravaged by storms. After several rounds of resistance, we finally chose to accept the sacrifice of some special individuals’ powers to facilitate our evolution. I am one of the humans who successfully evolved, and my Nullification Field is an ability I developed that can completely counter your powers. Isn’t it incredible? No matter how powerful the mental power, even if it could kill me in one strike, it would still be neutralized by me. And yet, you doubt this evolution?”

He sighed, raised his hand, and pressed down.

Xinghui’s breath hitched, and Yuanyuan, who was heavily affected by the other’s power, shook slightly, already drained of mental power and further impacted by the field.

“Oh?” Zhao Xiyuan seemed a bit surprised.

“As expected of a warrior race—remarkably resilient.”

He pressed down hard with his hand, and when he saw Xinghui trying to reach for Yuanyuan, he lifted his other hand and waved, his eyes tinged with darkness.

Xinghui felt a heavy force push him hard to the side. The force was so strong that his back slammed painfully into the hard wall.

Under the same pressure, Yuanyuan’s breath became rough. The moment he saw Xinghui being pushed away, the tall demon’s eyes turned red, and he shifted his focus for just an instant. A crack formed from his knee down, spreading like a web.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiyuan seemed even more triumphant and arrogant.

“I’ve said it before—I don’t believe in deities. Ever since I came to your star system, I’ve found your belief in deities peculiar.”

His special ability and the long-standing respect others had for him led Zhao Xiyuan, even after seeing those images and witnessing the power of the storms, as well as Xinghui’s ability to withstand them, to still dismiss divine powers.

No matter how powerful they were, so what?

They couldn’t harm him in the slightest, and even the merfolk had to seek his help to achieve their goals.

Zhao Xiyuan slowly walked towards Xinghui.

“But now, I think maybe this belief in deities isn’t so bad. Of course, from now on, you’ll stay in this space with me. You only need one follower—me. As for this place, I’m sure you felt it the moment you entered—this is elven mental power. I’m a man of my word, and this is Feng Yu’s mental power. If you really want to find Feng Yu, remember this mental power. When the time comes, just search near the merfolk’s star. That guy is extremely cautious; he usually uses his clansmen’s mental power, which is why you’ve never been able to find him.”

This place was designed specifically to control deities.

But everything had been going so smoothly before, with the false gods reigning, that they hadn’t needed to use the things here.

“But that said, you probably won’t need it anymore. This place is an independent space. Even if the demons outside want to do something, they can’t reach in here. And there are plenty of upper-class races in the higher interstellar realms just itching to make a move against the demons. If you stay outside too long, the consequences… well, I don’t need to spell it out, do I?”

Xinghui, with his back against the wall, coughed softly a few times and listened to the approaching footsteps. The black-haired deity raised his head.

“You should get your head checked if you’re this delusional.”

Xinghui spoke coldly, continuously trying to mobilize his mental power.

What Zhao Xiyuan said about suppressing divine power was true.

The divine fragments within him had gone completely silent, lifeless.

But his power seemed different; he could still control a faint trace of it.

It was just too little, and he still couldn’t figure out how to restrain Zhao Xiyuan all at once.

Perhaps when Zhao Xiyuan got closer, he’d find an opportunity.

“You can take your time fixing me. I’ve known for a long time that my head isn’t right.”

Zhao Xiyuan laughed, his shoulders shaking slightly, covering his face. He looked like a lunatic, a complete maniac.

“Ever since I killed my family and teammates, nothing has been exciting enough to catch my attention. The only path left is to evolve and reach the pinnacle. The pinnacle of the interstellar world is indeed more fulfilling than that of our little world. But now, if you can make me feel more excited, I don’t really care how long I have to keep you trapped.”

Damn it—

The little deity cursed inwardly.

He really, truly cursed.

This era is full of lunatics everywhere.

Thinking this, he realized that the demons who used to terrify him, who would even eat gods, seemed much more normal compared to this guy.

Yuanyuan was sweating from his forehead, but he still managed a mocking smile.

“Reaching the pinnacle, huh? You’ve been hiding for five years and still haven’t made it.”

At the mention of these five years, Zhao Xiyuan couldn’t help but recall his initial ambitions when he first arrived in the interstellar world. He possessed such powerful abilities, yet these ignorant interstellar beings didn’t care at all.

Even though they developed faster than his world, they were far more superstitious.

Nearly five years of achieving nothing had clearly left Zhao Xiyuan extremely dissatisfied.

He turned his head, his face dark and grim.

“But let’s set that aside for now; we have plenty of time to chat later. For now, let me deal with this nuisance first, so it’s just the two of us—”

Zhao Xiyuan had already turned and walked over to Yuanyuan.

He raised his hand, gripping something invisible, and began to slowly apply pressure.

“How does it feel to be at someone’s mercy without your mental power? I know your interstellar weapons are all powered by mental energy. As long as your mental power is sealed, you can’t do anything. You must really want to shoot me, but too bad, you can’t.”

Yuanyuan’s face looked grim at this point, his entire body seemed to be squeezed by some external force. But his hand had already struggled to reach into his pocket, where he touched a smooth, hard, cylindrical object.

Even though his face was flushed, and he was gasping for breath, Yuanyuan grinned, not caring in the slightest.

“How are you talking to your daddy—”

Xinghui, seeing Yuanyuan’s situation, couldn’t care about anything else. He focused all his remaining mental power, trying to create a moment for Yuanyuan to attack.

He had a certain trust in Yuanyuan.

All it took was a moment, and Yuanyuan could handle it.

But before Xinghui could act, the demon, who had seemed pinned down and unable to move, suddenly had blood spurting from his body.

He abruptly stood up, and with the object in his hand, he fiercely stabbed at Zhao Xiyuan’s unprotected neck.

Zhao Xiyuan tried to pull back, but Yuanyuan held him down with great force, and the sharp object pierced his neck.

It hurt, and it just so happened to hit a spot that made him choke on his own blood.

Zhao Xiyuan’s pupils shifted, and he saw clearly what Yuanyuan was holding.

It was a metal pen.

He couldn’t understand why Yuanyuan had a metal pen in his pocket. In this field, Yuanyuan shouldn’t have been able to move, so how did he have the strength to stab this metal pen into his throat?!

No ordinary demon could possibly do this!

Just how strong was his physical endurance?!

Zhao Xiyuan’s power fluctuated for a moment due to the pain.

“Villains die from talking too much. Don’t waste your time guessing what your daddy can do—now see for yourself if your daddy can actually do it.”

Yuanyuan grinned, ignoring the blood spurting from his own body, and kept smiling.

“Idiot.”

Zhao Xiyuan was in utter panic, but he still tried to comfort himself.

It was fine; this was his domain. Even if he was injured, as long as it wasn’t fatal in an instant, he wouldn’t die. He would slowly heal, and in a while, Yuanyuan would be the one to die.

But just as his power wavered for that split second, he felt a sudden heat on his forehead, followed by excruciating pain, as if something had pierced through it. Strands of Yuanyuan’s hair flew up as well.

Zhao Xiyuan couldn’t move, only his eyes could turn.

He saw Xinghui standing by the wall, holding a gun in his hand. Xinghui’s gaze was cold, his expression was cold, and the small energy gun he held was emitting a faint trace of smoke. Those hands, white as jade, were remarkably steady.

In that instant, the energy gun’s bullet had pierced Zhao Xiyuan’s forehead.

Yuanyuan, following Zhao Xiyuan’s gaze, stared at Xinghui as well. The pain in his body and the pounding of his heart made him feel like he was on fire.

Xinghui narrowed his eyes, the gun lowered, and he aimed it again, this time at Zhao Xiyuan’s heart.

“I agree.”

These words were directed at what Yuanyuan had just said.

The energy gun fired again.

Xinghui’s cold, angry voice, still pleasant to the ear, cursed this time.

“Idiot.”

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**Author’s Note:**

Yuanyuan: He was eyeing my wife?! Even if I bleed out, I’ll twist his head off!!—Huff, huff, my wife is so hot!!

*Fat chapter*

Good morning, darlings.