After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 97

In the end, of course, someone still didn’t manage to call upon their ancestors.

 

Xinghui walked through the experimental fields developed by the demons, holding the research materials given by the lab. He was looking down at the documents, deep in thought about the matter.

 

Five days—

 

Tsk, weren’t the downloaded materials a bit insufficient?

 

Including the images and text…

 

Xinghui was so engrossed in these seemingly trivial matters that he completely ignored the voices around him.

 

“Lord God?”

 

“Huh?”

 

Xinghui snapped back to reality, realizing he had been daydreaming outside. His face remained serious, but his ears were reddened.

 

However, the tips of his ears were hidden among his soft hair, making it hard to notice.

 

At least on the surface, he still appeared very serious.

 

“We’ve already researched it. Even after the storm’s pollution dissipated, your spiritual power still affects everything around. Unlike other races’ spiritual powers, your divine power solves such issues more directly and purely from the source. For instance, the soil you previously handled is gradually transforming into more suitable fertile soil for planting. This is different from how the Reweaving Race’s spiritual power alters plant survival. Also, the scrap metal materials, upon re-evaluation, have returned to usable standards. We’re still unsure if this development is due to your inner expectations or if your will influences the progress.”

 

The demons were also quite surprised by this result.

 

It didn’t align with their understanding, but after all, Xinghui was a deity, and inherently different from them.

 

“It’s more accurate to call this creativity than purification ability.”

 

Even after the storm dissipated, the deity remained unique and unshakable.

 

The researcher looked up at Xinghui.

 

“Have you tried it on people? There might be different effects worth exploring.”

 

Tried on people?

 

Xinghui blinked.

 

“It seems to affect spiritual power.”

 

Judging by Yuanyuan’s attitude yesterday, the impact seemed significant.

 

“I see.”

 

The researcher noted down the observations in his notebook and looked up, still wanting to ask.

 

“Uh, Lord God?”

 

Xinghui had already walked away to inspect other areas, looking very serious.

 

He wasn’t very interested in answering this question.

 

The researcher was a bit bewildered and scratched his cheek.

 

“Why did he just leave?”

 

He still wanted to ask about the experimental subjects and the effects. Was he not going to say anything?

 

*

 

During the time Xinghui was working with the demons on his spiritual power and improving the environment of the desolate star system,

 

The situation with the Radiant Star Empire and the Alliance seemed to have eased, but it felt more like the calm before the storm.

 

The unrest had never disappeared; it was just temporarily suppressed by the joy of the storm’s end.

 

Many star systems, like the demons, had taken the opportunity to establish new holidays. They heard that the Divine Star had set a new holiday called the Divine Day to celebrate the end of the storm and the arrival of changes after thousands of years.

 

In response, they set a new holiday called Independence Day, to celebrate their independence from the storm’s oppression and the deception by the deity.

 

The Divine Day celebration itself had not changed. According to them, the two holidays could not be confused. The previous Divine Day celebrated the deity’s protection during the storm, while Independence Day was due to the deception and the storm’s end.

 

Although this explanation was given, the hurried establishment of the holiday seemed to have a confrontational tone towards the demons, as if to prove that they were doing well without the deity and that they no longer needed the deity.

 

No need now, and even less in the future.

 

“It hasn’t erupted yet, just because the storm has dissipated and they haven’t had time to stir up other issues. Once this period of enthusiasm passes, all the friction will resurface. How are we going to maintain order then?”

 

The Radiant Star Empire’s envoy, Tan Lu, pressed his lips tightly, standing beside Yuanquan.

 

The palace’s atmosphere was strangely gloomy, showing no joy from the storm’s end.

 

However, it was understandable; Tan Lu himself gave a self-deprecating smile.

 

With the external military declaring independence and various races refusing to communicate with the Radiant Star, the royal guard could not accept the outcome, leading to continuous departures. As the imperial envoy, Tan Lu was now in a ridiculed position.

 

Not to mention Yuanquan and Yuanlin.

 

The once-majestic royal family had collapsed during this period. Yuanquan, who had valued the reputation of the Kela Race, was still young and had hoped to achieve something during his tenure.

 

But now, no achievements had been made.

 

Acknowledging the deity and hoping to use the deity to consolidate his rule, he would surely face scorn in the future.

 

“Is there still any order that needs to be maintained?”

 

After a long pause, Yuanquan finally spoke, pressing his hand to his forehead.

 

“Has Yuanlin been locked up? Has he reflected?”

 

“He’s been locked up, but he hasn’t reflected—he even said he wanted to find Xinghui—”

 

“Forget it,” Yuanquan sighed deeply, “I can’t control him. Let him be.”

 

Just then, someone rushed in.

 

“Your Majesty, the demons’ starship arrived at Radiant Star and dropped off a small craft before leaving. We found Yuejian in the small craft.”

 

Yuanquan stood up abruptly, frowning.

 

“What do the demons want?”

 

“We don’t know, but Yuejian’s mental state seems problematic.”

 

When Yuanquan saw Yuejian again,

 

It wasn’t long after.

 

But Yuejian had changed significantly.

 

His once radiant golden hair and eyes seemed faded.

 

His expression was crazed and aged, muttering incomprehensible things.

 

Upon seeing Yuanquan, he struggled excitedly.

 

“Save me, save me—I’m your deity, I’m the true deity, you all survived because of me. Save me, save me, Xinghui is a fraud! Xinghui is a fraud, how can Xinghui be liked by anyone—”

 

The two soldiers almost couldn’t hold him down, letting him almost escape. Now, with the star network mocking the Radiant Star Empire and the Alliance for recognizing the wrong deity, causing a major mistake, such situations arose. It wasn’t just the Alliance citizens; others were also holding resentment.

 

There was no mercy in their actions.

 

They forcefully subdued Yuejian, twisting his arms behind his back.

 

The force used was so great that everyone present could hear a crisp sound of bones breaking.

 

“Ahhh—”

 

Yuejian’s screams echoed.

 

He curled up in pain.

 

His eyes continued to fixate on Yuanquan, as if realizing that the other party had no intention of saving him. His gaze gradually turned hollow.

 

“He must disappear—he must disappear—if he disappears, I’ll be the only deity. He must disappear!!! Hahaha—”

 

The agonizing wails were accompanied by his manic laughter.

 

Anyone could see Yuejian’s abnormal state.

 

It was a slap in the face, more like a knife twist.

 

Showing them what their former idol had become, while letting them realize their own foolishness.

 

Yuanquan felt utterly numb and exhausted, unsure of how to react.

 

“Your Majesty, what should we do?”

 

“Lock him up.”

 

Yuanquan retracted his gaze and spoke coldly.

 

“Impersonating a deity, deceiving and harming the gods—let him be judged according to the law.”

 

In the end, Yuejian would face his punishment.

 

“Yes.”

 

But before Yuanquan could turn to leave,

 

Yuejian, seemingly momentarily lucid upon hearing Yuanquan’s last words and realizing his situation after being tormented by the demons, spoke out desperately.

 

“Impersonating a deity—hahaha, wasn’t it you who gave me the courage step by step?”

 

Yuanquan stopped in his tracks.

 

Yuejian, lying helplessly on the ground with bloodstains smeared from the rough surface, stared wide-eyed.

 

Having fallen to rock bottom, he wanted to drag everyone down with him.

 

Pretending to have deep-seated grievances and elder’s expectations?

 

Excuses, all excuses!

 

When they lifted him up, they showed no regret for their actions. Now that they were suffering, they felt they were wrong and wanted to clear their names?

 

It wasn’t that simple or easy.

 

“From the moment I was born with that shard of divinity, I knew I was fake. I never wanted to compete with Xinghui, but all my confidence came from you giving it to me step by step, forcing me to compete. You are responsible for all of this, from beginning to end, it’s all because of your arrogance!”

 

Yuejian saw Yuanquan’s terrifying gaze but laughed even more crazily.

 

“You and Mo Jiuze—back then, Xinghui relied heavily on you. He was blind to the world and naive. If you had treated him seriously even once, it wouldn’t have led to today’s situation—I’ve seen it countless times, when you pledged your allegiance to me, Xinghui stood quietly in the corner, listening intently. Now, do you envy the demons? That world could have been yours, your wishes might have been fulfilled, the storm dissipated, hahaha, what a grand accomplishment, all because of you—”

 

“Shut up!”

 

Yuanquan could no longer maintain his calm expression. His face twisted with anger as he took several steps toward Yuejian and seized his neck forcefully.

 

“Your Majesty!”

 

His actions were too sudden, causing some people around to panic and move forward.

 

Yuejian struggled to breathe, his words still coming out.

 

“You always told me no one could truly open their heart to you, that besides me, no one could truly trust you. I tell you, I never trusted you either. But at first, Xinghui did trust you. When you showed us around and spoke of your past, Xinghui remembered. During that time, he was attentive to your feelings on related topics. Whatever you said, he believed, and tried to give his opinions and responses… Even when you made decisions because of his lack of power, he never questioned, just quietly stood aside. You used those five years to exhaust everything—perhaps you once had someone you could trust, someone who could be trusted by you, hahaha. You threw away that trust and are now talking nonsense!”

 

Yuanquan was not very old in the Kela Race.

 

He often spoke of the high position’s loneliness, the pressure from elders, his brother’s rebellion, and his own insignificance in the face of the storm, which overwhelmed him.

 

He couldn’t truly trust anyone, and at such times, no one would trust him completely as a king. Most only believed in the Radiant Empire protected by the deity.

 

The more he didn’t want to remember, the more it surfaced in his mind.

 

From Xinghui’s slightly gentle smile and trusting listening, to his increasing silence and only appearing in the corner, to Xinghui’s departure to the demons and the Divine Day celebration.

 

The black-haired deity never lost his sharpness. He still entrusted trust, but he had long been removed from that list, even needing no further concern.

 

It wasn’t that he chose the deity, or abandoned the deity, but that the deity, after testing him, simply turned and left, discarding them as burdens.

 

The numbness was slowly dissipating, with fine pain and regret wrapping around his heart.

 

That regret didn’t come all at once but was a lingering, powerful surge. It was just that there were so many things before, leaving him numb and unable to truly feel. Now, the scenes, words, and the relaxed posture of Xinghui’s trusting gaze towards the demons starkly contrasted with his silent demeanor in the palace, finally breaking through the numbness and causing suffocation.

 

Yes, from the beginning, Xinghui wasn’t like this.

 

What he considered as not wronging him was merely because he provided Xinghui with a living environment.

 

But Xinghui proved that he didn’t need such an environment, didn’t need these things.

 

He had given them five years of opportunity, and only after a long time did they begin to feel the pain.

 

Why did he find the neglect, testing, and inner ridicule amusing as not wronging Xinghui?

 

Now the most laughable thing was him, having worked hard for ten years in a direction he believed in.

 

In the end, it was all for nothing.

 

The door was suddenly flung open, and Yuanlin rushed in, finding Yuejian’s location.

 

“He shouldn’t get off so easily!”

 

Yuanlin, with a grimace, reached out to grab Yuanquan’s hand.

 

“He shouldn’t die so painlessly. I can torment him and show Xinghui our sincerity! Xinghui threw him back just to see our reaction. We can still salvage this—”

 

Compared to Yuejian, Yuanlin seemed even more deranged.

 

The sudden outburst of strength actually pulled Yuanquan’s hand away.

 

Yuanquan, hearing his words, pulled him by the collar.

 

“There’s no chance left, do you hear me? No chance left!”

 

Lost treasures are desired by many; you can’t get them back, and the treasure won’t willingly return to you.

 

“There’s still a chance—”

 

“Yuanlin!”

 

Yuanquan loudly interrupted him, giving him a deep, penetrating look.

 

“I won’t control you anymore, and I won’t deal with you in the future. Don’t come to me again.”

 

Yuanquan released him and turned to leave.

 

Yuanlin, however, paid no heed and continued to stare at Yuejian, as if considering how to torment him.

 

Yuejian, in panic, backed away.

 

“Yuanquan, kill me! You coward, what promises have you fulfilled? Your parents and elders will be ashamed of you! You are even blinder than the blind!”

 

**Author’s Note:**

 

The main text has a few chapters left. The conclusion will clarify the current situations. There’s a slight delay on my end, and I’ll make additional updates later.