After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 75

The shot was too decisive.

 

It went straight through his heart.

 

The smell of blood filled the air as Zhao Xiyuan’s eyes widened in shock, blood slowly spilling from his mouth, with more gushing from the wound where Yuanyuan had stabbed him.

 

The warm liquid splattered onto Yuanyuan.

 

In the moment the pressure on Yuanyuan lessened, he adjusted from his previously passive position.

 

He casually raised his hand and wiped his face.

 

His hand was smeared with both Zhao Xiyuan’s blood and his own.

 

The metallic scent of blood made Yuanyuan’s dark red eyes glow even brighter. The battle-hungry instinct of the demon race within him was aroused by the decisiveness of Xinghui’s two shots.

 

Just now, to conserve his strength, Yuanyuan had been very close to Zhao Xiyuan—so close that he could almost feel those two bullets brushing past his body. In the face of Xinghui’s fierce assault, there was a moment when Yuanyuan felt an extreme sense of danger.

 

And that danger only made him feel even more feverish.

 

Moreover, the way Xinghui cursed—

 

It made Yuanyuan’s heart skip a beat, giving him a sense of having corrupted the deity.

 

It was a secret pleasure, the kind you get from slowly staining a lofty deity with your own colors.

 

As Zhao Xiyuan collapsed, the surrounding space rippled for a moment.

 

However, since this space was not maintained by Zhao Xiyuan’s own mental power, it hadn’t disappeared just yet.

 

Xinghui gripped the gun and coughed lightly again.

 

His porcelain-white face was cold, and he leaned against the wall behind him, his thick eyelashes fluttering.

 

“Do you have any other cards up your sleeve?”

 

The last card, the one they had been most confident in, had collapsed spectacularly.

 

Zhao Xiyuan hadn’t completely lost consciousness yet. Perhaps due to the intense pain and his physical resilience, he retained a sliver of awareness even after taking bullets to both his head and heart.

 

But now, he couldn’t move. He couldn’t even make a sound from his throat, only feeling a suffocating sensation.

 

At this moment, the only part of his body he could still move were his eyes, which showed his final look of terror and confusion.

 

He couldn’t understand it. Everything had been planned so perfectly. Feng Yu had even brought him pieces of a god to experiment with his powers. They had captured demon races, kept in secret by the merpeople.

 

They had prepared for five years.

 

They had accounted for everything, which was why he had felt so confident in saying everything he did just now.

 

Even if Yuanyuan had a strong physique and could force his body to move like that, Zhao Xiyuan might have been injured but he wouldn’t have failed. And Xinghui—how could Xinghui have fired a gun?

 

That was an energy gun, wasn’t it?

 

In his domain, Xinghui should have been crushed, unable to muster any mental power at all!

 

Xinghui had no intention of explaining the answers to his questions.

 

He supported himself with the gun as he got up and walked over.

 

“But in any case, the intelligence you provided was quite prompt.”

 

His indifferent tone conveyed how little he thought of Zhao Xiyuan.

 

And it was precisely this kind of tone that infuriated someone like Zhao Xiyuan the most.

 

People like him prided themselves on being evolved beings. Since arriving in the interstellar world, he had believed that even though his world hadn’t developed as quickly as the interstellar civilization, he was still superior, looking down on all interstellar citizens with an air of superiority.

 

He mocked them for believing in gods, and after discovering that Yuejian was a false god, he became even more smug about his initial judgment.

 

These people were just fools, helpless individuals looking for something to cling to. They couldn’t even figure out who they should truly believe in.

 

With such a mindset and his unique abilities, Zhao Xiyuan hadn’t even taken Yuanquan seriously. Even Feng Yu, despite not liking Zhao Xiyuan, had to treat him differently because of his powers.

 

After all, Zhao Xiyuan was key to ensuring evolution.

 

Although he hadn’t achieved much in the past five years, he had the merpeople backing him up, and he felt quite self-assured. He spent his days building this room to imprison the deity, occasionally watching these people fawn over a false god. Even when the true god ran away, they still stubbornly believed they were making the right choice.

 

To him, everyone else was just pawns moving forward, while he stood outside the game, watching.

 

But now, Xinghui’s indifferent tone, as if Zhao Xiyuan was beneath his notice, made him feel like his years of superiority were a joke.

 

In a fit of rage, he tried to retort, to tell Xinghui how he had laughed while watching footage of Xinghui struggling within the Alliance. Even though Xinghui was a true god, he had been replaced by a false one, looking pitiful and helpless.

 

Xinghui was the one who was truly pathetic! Zhao Xiyuan was an evolved being who had weathered the storm and could toy with them all in the palm of his hand!

 

But these thoughts flashed through his mind in just a few seconds. He tried to open his mouth to say something, to prove himself, but only a string of bloody foam bubbled out. He couldn’t get a single word out before his eyes widened, and he died on the spot.

 

Xinghui, still gripping the gun, had walked up to the two of them.

 

He glanced down at Zhao Xiyuan, who was now silent. Meanwhile, Yuanyuan was calmly and methodically pulling the metal pen out of Zhao Xiyuan’s neck.

 

The sharp tip of the pen brought out fresh blood, and as it was removed, streams of blood gushed from Zhao Xiyuan’s neck, quickly forming small red puddles on the ground.

 

Yuanyuan’s expression showed a hint of disgust as he grabbed Zhao Xiyuan’s clothes and carefully wiped the blood off the metal pen. Then, right in front of Xinghui, he spun the pen around with his fingers.

 

After finishing this task, his blood-stained handsome face looked up and smiled at Xinghui. He was still sitting on the ground, not getting up, and his military uniform was slightly soaked with blood.

 

It was a serious injury.

 

The little deity muttered to himself, catching the strong scent of blood in the air. However, because Yuanyuan was wearing a black military uniform, Xinghui couldn’t tell just how badly he was hurt.

 

Xinghui expertly spun the gun in his hand and tucked it back into his pocket. He reached out his hand toward Yuanyuan.

 

“Can you still stand?”

 

Come to think of it, the other demons trapped in this space probably didn’t fare much better.

 

But Xinghui wasn’t too worried about that. After all, considering Zhao Xiyuan’s situation earlier, he had focused all his attention on them, leaving him unable to deal with anyone else.

 

Yuanyuan gripped the metal pen with one hand and took Xinghui’s fingertips with the other, slowly getting up. Blood dripped down his hand, and the metal pen, just cleaned, was once again stained with blood.

 

He was indeed seriously injured.

 

Xinghui looked at the blood on Yuanyuan, his pale lips tightening slightly as an inexplicable irritation welled up inside him.

 

Since their first encounter, Yuanyuan had hardly ever shown a disheveled state. He was the most powerful commander of the demon race, someone Xinghui had initially had to tread carefully around, thinking through every detail meticulously.

 

The dark-haired youth quietly met the gaze of the tall demon.

 

Yuanyuan hadn’t quite caught on to what Xinghui was thinking. Or perhaps he didn’t dare to ponder the thoughts Xinghui might be having about him. As he stared back at Xinghui, he didn’t really mind the injuries on his own body.

 

He’d suffered far worse injuries as a child. Now, at most, a few ribs were broken, and some tendons had been torn, but he had been careful when moving, so it wouldn’t affect his actions too much.

 

Even at this moment, he still had the mood to tease Xinghui.

 

Yuanyuan held the pen in his hand, twirling it lightly between his fingers.

 

“Do you remember this?”

 

This was the pen Xinghui had used to stab Shi Xi back when he first arrived on the divine star, just after he had earned some trust from the demon race and secured their cooperation.

 

Back then, Yuanyuan had kept it for reasons he couldn’t quite explain, only realizing recently what kind of feelings had driven him to do so.

 

“You really did save me,” the tall demon said with a smile. “After all, the only weapon I carry that doesn’t require mental power is this. I even have a lock of your hair in my pocket from before. Who knows, it might come in handy one day—”

 

The little deity is full of surprises!

 

The demon chuckled as he tugged at his pocket, trying to get closer to Xinghui so he could show him the “treasure” inside, hoping to ease the tension in the deity’s expression.

 

At this point, Xinghui was only half-paying attention to Yuanyuan’s words, his mind preoccupied with the thought—he really couldn’t tell what was going on beneath that black military uniform.

 

And there was no one else around in this space.

 

Might as well strip him down?

 

Xinghui’s hand had already reached Yuanyuan’s clothes.

 

Yuanyuan was momentarily stunned.

 

Not only was he not getting scolded, but Xinghui really wanted to see the lock of hair?

 

Since when was Xinghui this easygoing?

 

Then Xinghui swiftly undid a few of Yuanyuan’s buttons, his gaze falling on the contents of Yuanyuan’s open pocket—a small tuft of black hair, carefully tied with a red string, with a neat little bow attached.

 

In the earlier action, Xinghui’s hat had been knocked off, and now his black curls fell over his forehead and ears. Whether from shock or something else, the short tuft of hair on his head wobbled slightly.

 

Xinghui: *What is wrong with this guy?! Who keeps someone else’s cut-off hair?*  

 

*And not only did he keep it, but he also carries it around with him?! What’s with the bow?*

 

Yuanyuan was equally confused as he looked down at his own unbuttoned shirt.

 

The white undershirt beneath his black military uniform had been stained red with blood. Xinghui moved quickly, already undoing two more buttons, revealing the firm muscles of Yuanyuan’s chest, along with a fresh wound that was bleeding heavily due to the rough way it had been torn open.

 

A nearly translucent white hand was resting on the buttons of his undershirt—

 

The two equally shocked individuals locked eyes.

 

Xinghui couldn’t help but nudge Yuanyuan’s pocket, urging him to close it.

 

“What on earth do you carry around with you?”

 

“I’m fine.”

 

Yuanyuan quickly realized what Xinghui was trying to do and shifted his body slightly. His injuries were numerous, and his condition wasn’t great, but it wasn’t so dire that he’d collapse if left unattended for a moment. Besides, he couldn’t possibly let Xinghui see him like this the first time he undressed him!

 

Hearing Xinghui’s words, he curled his lips into a smile.

 

“Didn’t I just say? If it weren’t for you, bringing these things along, this wouldn’t have ended so easily.”

 

He might have been more seriously injured.

 

After all, who would’ve thought that people from another world would have powers that could block mental abilities? In the long history of interstellar development, weapons that didn’t rely on mental power had long been phased out.

 

Although he could have managed without the pen, it would have come at a higher cost. Not that it would have been fatal; he had prepared thoroughly before confronting Zhao Xiyuan. But he had already said what he needed to, and Yuanyuan was never one to hide his feelings for Xinghui.

 

“I actually had some guesses.”

 

Xinghui quickly interjected.

 

“If we’d waited just one or two more seconds, I could have drawn my gun as well. My mental power is different from everyone else’s in the interstellar world. I could have protected you.”

 

The young man spoke earnestly, as if making a solemn promise.

 

The relaxed atmosphere became slightly tense again with this promise.

 

Faced with this serious attitude, Yuanyuan was momentarily taken aback, then couldn’t help but smile.

 

“Well, I want to protect you too, not just as a god.”

 

Xinghui’s expression softened slightly as he listened to Yuanyuan finish the last few words.

 

“…but also as the person I love.”

 

*The person I love.*

 

Those three words made Xinghui instinctively want to escape, but they also stirred a strange sensation, scratching at his heart.

 

*This is absurd!*

 

The little deity’s heart trembled, as if a tiny figure was rolling around inside it.

 

*Why does he have to be like this when he’s serious?*

 

*What should I say in response?!*

 

But before Xinghui could analyze the situation in his mind, Yuanyuan didn’t need him to respond.

 

The metal pen had already been stuffed back into Yuanyuan’s pocket, and his blood-stained fingers were now reaching for Xinghui’s military uniform.

 

In an instant, the demon seemed to revert to his usual mischievous self, leaning in and quickly undoing one of Xinghui’s buttons.

 

“Forget about me for a second. You just crashed into a wall, didn’t you? And you’ve been coughing all this time. Let me take a look.”

 

The devout follower wore an expression of “reverence.”

 

“This needs to be dealt with quickly! I brought some small medical patches.”

 

In the brief moment Xinghui was distracted, six or seven of the buttons on his shirt had already been undone.

 

Just moments ago, Xinghui had thought he was fast, but Yuanyuan was even quicker!

 

Flustered, Xinghui tried to block him.

 

*How are you so fast with your hands?!*

 

At this moment, the divine fragment, which had been forced into dormancy by Zhao Xiyuan’s power, finally awoke. It burst out of Xinghui’s body, both frustrated and aggrieved, intending to complain to him.

 

But as the pale golden crystal floated into the air, it finally took in the scene before it.

 

The tall demon had Xinghui cornered, his hand pulling open Xinghui’s shirt, while the delicate deity looked shocked, desperately grabbing at his hand to pull his clothes back.

 

Divine Fragment: …

 

*What is happening here?*

 

*Is the follower rebelling?!*

 

Divine Fragment: !

 

Convinced it had uncovered the truth, the divine fragment stared in shock at the “rebellious” follower. The conical crystal slowly began to spin.

 

At this moment, neither Xinghui nor Yuanyuan had the time to deal with the newly awakened divine fragment, which had come rushing out to complain but couldn’t quite grasp the current situation.

 

And since the little fragment couldn’t speak, it couldn’t respond to this highly misleading scene. It just hovered there, spinning slowly, as if deep in thought.

 

So neither of them noticed what the little fragment was about to do, and then—

 

A sensation of pain mixed with a strange tickling feeling struck, a sensation not easily ignored as usual. Yuanyuan finally couldn’t hold back and clutched his right rib, his sharp brows furrowing instantly.

 

Xinghui was taken aback for a moment, unable to see clearly what had just happened from his angle.

 

Meanwhile, the divine fragment, which had now spun itself into a little “drill,” was utterly convinced of what it had seen. Noticing Xinghui’s confused expression, it grew even angrier and flew up from Xinghui’s blind spot, spinning as it aimed for Yuanyuan’s other side.

 

*I thought you were someone trustworthy!*

 

*But no, you’re just a disrespectful follower up to no good! Let go of the deity!*

 

*Feel the wrath of my drill as I tickle you!*

 

*The deity shall be protected by me, the divine fragment!*

 

**Author’s Note:**

 

Yuanyuan: Taking advantage of the situation.

 

Divine Fragment: *Taking advantage of the situation!!*

 

Xinghui: …

 

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The update came a bit late~ I’ll try to write more tonight~ Sweet dreams, everyone.