After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 95

Xinghui used to hide his preferences well.

 

Generally, only those who spent a long time with him could perceive his serious emotions.

 

But now that the storm had dissipated, he was gradually relaxing.

 

When it came to strawberries, his fondness was obvious.

 

“Now that everything has ended, let’s see what I can still do.”

 

Xinghui walked in front of Yuanyuan, still not forgetting that he was the deity of this star system.

 

He no longer needed to worry about unrelated people, but he still cared deeply for his followers.

 

Yuanyuan had been staring at Xinghui’s face in a daze. When Xinghui moved forward, he responded a moment late.

 

As if he had heard something, Yuanyuan lowered his gaze and glanced at the communicator on his wrist.

 

—‘Boss, we’ve been keeping an eye on Yuejian, watching him wander on nearby planets. Now that the storm has ended and the pollution is dissipating, isn’t this punishment too light for him? We previously mentioned finding an opportunity to send him back to Shining Star, but we’ve discovered that due to his different mental energy, he’s not completely insane, sometimes still lucid. How should we handle this situation?’

 

Yuanyuan was almost forgetting who Yuejian was.

 

After Yuejian was taken away and had his memories extracted using special methods, his mental state began to deteriorate due to the side effects.

 

They originally planned to send Yuejian back to let the people of Shining Star deal with him in their anger.

 

However, they later realized that Yuejian, having had his divine fragments extracted, also felt the effects of pollution and would suffer from genetic disease. Though the progress was slower than others, it was indeed torturous. The demon clan, known for their lack of sympathy, simply left him on a nearby planet with someone keeping watch.

 

But he didn’t suffer for long. With the storm gone, the genetic disease also ended.

 

Yuanyuan quickly replied.

 

‘Send him to Shining Star.’

 

It would take several days to reach Shining Star from here. Now that the storm had cleared, the higher-level star systems were mostly in a state of confusion and celebration. When the disaster struck, no one could solve it, so the higher-level star systems had barely formed an alliance.

 

Over the millennia, there had been many disputes, and the discrimination and mockery between star systems could be seen on the star network. Including the fake gods’ actions at that time, the most important thing now was to remove the discord that connected all star systems. Everyone had not yet reacted; in a few days, it would be different.

 

‘Should we consider sending him to some extreme organizations? The Shining Star royal family had always treated him well, from the emperor to a mere messenger. Maybe, without his divine identity, there might still be some lingering feelings.’

 

The demon clan was thorough in their planning, trying to make Yuejian experience the worst possible outcomes.

 

‘No need, just throw him over there. It’s all about interests; they won’t have any feelings.’

 

Yuanyuan caught up with Xinghui, his gaze lowered as his little finger lightly hooked onto Xinghui’s fingertip.

 

Xinghui, caught by the hand, looked up at him. Although he wasn’t quite used to it, he didn’t speak or pull his hand away.

 

Yuanyuan’s steps unconsciously became lighter.

 

Thinking about the attitude of the other demons in his communicator, especially those who had been covered by Xinghui’s mental energy but hadn’t yet met him, Yuanyuan felt a mix of emotions.

 

Though there were still conflicts, it was normal for the demon clan’s nature to cause friction. However, there were no specific interests involved, and even most demons, after controlling their genetic diseases, were more restrained and peaceful than before.

 

A long period of development was about to begin.

 

Yuanyuan thought to himself.

 

Meanwhile, the higher-level star systems had yet to understand what kind of chaos would erupt after the storm disappeared and they lost their deity, their trusted ‘spiritual leader.’

 

With that in mind, Yuanyuan quickly made arrangements.

 

‘Remember to connect to the star network and send out pictures of the festival and the subsequent developments. Let them see.’

 

Killing with a psychological blow.

 

Let’s all thank the foolish alliance for the Xinghui gift package!

 

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The first batch of strawberries grown in the research institute wasn’t very sweet. Unlike those cultivated by the alliance, these were just beginning, with a hint of sourness mixed with the sweetness.

 

Except for the seemingly sweeter strawberries sent to Xinghui, the rest were made into tangy-sweet strawberry wine by the research institute.

 

It was already dark.

 

All the sky lamps were lit.

 

Apart from the first batch of sky lamps lit by Xinghui’s mental energy in the square, the other lamps were lit by the demon clan’s mental energy.

 

The glowing minerals were very sensitive to mental energy, causing each person’s mental energy to affect the minerals differently.

 

From a distance, it looked like a field of stars in the dark night.

 

A ‘sun’ was also set up in the middle. The technology at the demon clan’s base was advanced, so this ancient bonfire celebration method didn’t quite fit the place.

 

But with the demons acting casually, roasting star beast meat over the bonfire, and bringing many drinks to celebrate all night, the scene wasn’t entirely out of place.

 

Xinghui ate some star beast meat. Noticing that all the demons’ attention was on him, with some becoming overly enthusiastic and others trying hard to show him their sculptures, Xinghui finally couldn’t take it anymore and ran away.

 

He and Yuanyuan sat on a higher platform, with stars above and before them, amid the laughter and noise, mixed with the howls that seemed to come from nowhere.

 

Xinghui deduced that they might be singing.

 

He frowned, listened for a while, and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

 

In the dark night, the deity half-covered his face with one hand and held a transparent glass filled with a beautiful, water-red, translucent liquid that emitted a pleasant sweet and sour fruity aroma.

 

“Why is this so funny? Is this what they call singing?”

 

Yuanyuan, frowning at the discordant noise, held a strawberry in his hand. Sitting next to Xinghui, he squinted, using his excellent night vision to search the crowd. After a moment, he picked out a person and threw the strawberry at them.

 

The howling abruptly stopped, followed by a shout.

 

“Damn it, who hit me?! Come out here!!”

 

“It sounds terrible!”

 

Yuanyuan shouted down below.

 

The alcohol was low-proof, including the drinks for the demon clan. At this moment, everyone was just happy and hadn’t drunk too much. Hearing Yuanyuan’s voice, the person fell silent, murmuring something softly, seemingly reluctant to show anger.

 

“It’s okay, let him sing.”

 

These people were just too amusing. Xinghui took a sip of the sweet and sour strawberry wine, his fingers gently swirling the glass. The beautiful liquid shimmered slightly under the light, making Xinghui’s fingers appear even whiter.

 

“It’s rare to be happy for a day. By the way, I told the research institute that I’ll go there tomorrow to see how my mental energy might be useful. I feel like it could improve the living environment here. The ecological chain of the barren star system is severely damaged and needs to be restored slowly.”

 

As he spoke, Xinghui extended his hand toward Yuanyuan.

 

“Want to give it a try?”

 

He made a gesture as if inviting a pet bird to perch on his hand.

 

Try what?

 

Yuanyuan looked at Xinghui’s outstretched hand, thinking this, but his body was honest, and his hand reached out to rest on Xinghui’s.

 

Or rather, it wasn’t just resting; his large, broad hand, which was relatively pale among the demons but still much darker compared to Xinghui’s delicate and slender hand, enveloped Xinghui’s completely.

 

Immediately, a tingling sensation seemed to shoot up to his head.

 

Even Yuanyuan shivered a bit.

 

“Do you feel anything?”

 

The handsome youth leaned closer, curiously watching him.

 

“It seems that even without the genetic disease, my mental energy still affects you. I’m just not sure about the intensity. How do you feel right now?”

 

Yuanyuan could already feel sweat forming on his forehead.

 

Despite just holding a small hand, he saw a hundred images flash through his mind in an instant.

 

And every image was quite unsettling.

 

Looking at Xinghui’s relaxed expression, Yuanyuan couldn’t hold back and turned sideways to cover his embarrassment, speaking in a hushed voice.

 

“My legs are going weak.”

 

“Is it that intense?”

 

Xinghui was surprised. He had only vaguely felt that his mental energy could stimulate or weaken others’ mental energy. Although he might not need to fight much, this kind of mental energy was enough to catch others off guard in unexpected situations.

 

“I just made your mental energy more excited. How did it feel when you were excited?”

 

What else could he feel?

 

Want to…—

 

Yuanyuan didn’t speak. Xinghui wasn’t in a hurry either, wanting to withdraw his hand but couldn’t.

 

Eventually, the little deity simply allowed Yuanyuan to hold his hand.

 

With his other hand holding the glass, Xinghui continued to sip the sweet and sour fruit wine.

 

The taste was stimulating, definitely better than nutrient solutions.

 

Xinghui, fond of drinking, downed three or four glasses in one go.

 

At this point, Yuanyuan gradually calmed down, no longer as embarrassed as before.

 

He still held Xinghui’s hand and finally answered Xinghui’s question.

 

“It’s not just the excitement of the mental energy. It’s like the most exciting things suddenly appear before you, which is indeed surprising. Even with preparation, it’s hard to react. You can gradually do experiments with me later…”

 

Xinghui didn’t speak, and Yuanyuan didn’t mind, continuing to talk.

 

“Just, let’s not do it so suddenly, okay? — Hey, with all this howling, I feel like they won’t be satisfied until morning. And those little bunnies, not a single one suspects our relationship. I’m almost being too obvious, and still, no reaction. Can’t I just tell them myself? How should I explain our relationship to them?”

 

Yuanyuan continued talking but finally felt something was off.

 

He turned to look at the little deity, who had slightly lowered his head. His dark, soft curls covered his pale face. Sitting quietly, not speaking, he looked very obedient. The small tuft of hair on his head bobbed slightly, as if he was unconsciously swaying.

 

“Xingxing—Xingxing?”

 

Yuanyuan reached out and gently lifted Xinghui’s face.

 

The youth’s dark eyes were somewhat dazed, just now contemplating the glass of wine in his hand. Upon noticing Yuanyuan’s action, his chin rested on Yuanyuan’s hand, and he tilted his head slightly, looking somewhat confused.

 

Yuanyuan’s heart skipped a beat as he glanced at the now-empty glass of strawberry wine.

 

Is he—drunk?

 

**Author’s Note:**

 

Yuanyuan: I admit, I’m not healthy. Wife, let’s do something unhealthy!

 

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