After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 98

He struggled but was still pressed to the ground by Yuanlin’s single hand.

 

Meanwhile, Yuanquan had already left the room, as if he hadn’t heard a word of what was said.

 

At this moment, Yuejian trembled all over, regretting having provoked Yuanquan. By the time Yuanlin arrived, he was unable to speak.

 

His neck was tightened and then loosened, leaving red marks that quickly turned purple.

 

His breaths were interrupted time and again by Yuanlin.

 

What terrified Yuejian the most was Yuanlin’s smile, a slightly crazed grin.

 

He struggled to reach out towards Tan Lü.

 

With wide eyes and a glimmer of hope,

 

They all admired him because of his divine power, but Tan Lü had worked hard to reach this position because of his gentle treatment, hadn’t he?

 

Without him, there wouldn’t be a Tan Lü now!

 

But Tan Lü merely took a step forward, then lowered his gaze, and led everyone out.

 

Yuejian struggled desperately.

 

No, not like this—

 

He watched as the door was about to close in front of him.

 

All the things he thought he had won over Xinghui were illusions!

 

“Everyone can blame me for deceiving them, but you can’t! You can’t! Your current status is entirely because of me—cough, cough—you’re in this position entirely because of my encouragement! Ah, ah, ah—”

 

Yuejian, with his last strength, briefly escaped Yuanlin’s grip. He glared hatefully towards Tan Lü at the door, his gray hair tangled and messy like dead straw.

 

Why were the things he cared about, the things he had seized, things Xinghui once wanted, like this? And Xinghui happened to meet the demons by chance? What was his struggle for? He had clearly beaten Xinghui for five years!

 

He even successfully drove Xinghui away—

 

If divinity was destined to receive preferential treatment, why was he given this chance?!

 

Why give him hope, bring him so close only to shatter it?

 

It’s not fair!

 

He was just rebelling against fate, striving for a better, more dignified life, unlike the countless nights of ingratiation, probing others’ thoughts, and trying to please in his own world. Was that wrong?!

 

Monitored by the demons, Yuejian sometimes went mad and sometimes was lucid. He didn’t know what the mermaid tribe did afterward or what they planned to do. He only regretted not directly dealing with Xinghui and instead driving him away.

 

Amidst his rage, Yuanlin dragged him back, and Tan Lü still couldn’t resist taking one last look back.

 

He found it amusing that the messenger wouldn’t last a few more days. Perhaps tomorrow, or the day after, or in a few days, the angry populace, harboring resentment against the royal family, would storm the palace and flatten it. Whether he would still be alive then was uncertain.

 

At this moment, he felt a bit of sourness amidst the calm. It turned out that everything was a pretense. The truly gentle one had always been that silent, quiet deity. He had once felt it but refused to believe it due to prejudice. How foolish he had been not to see through the deception.

 

The door was completely shut.

 

“Yes, yes, these scenes need to be recorded—”

 

Yuanlin dragged the despairing Yuejian with one hand, his fingers gesturing by Yuejian’s face. His platinum-colored eyes seemed bloodshot, cold, and slightly insane.

 

He single-handedly activated the camera equipment on his brain-computer and aimed it at Yuejian.

 

Since coming here, Yuejian had known Yuanlin was not normal.

 

Yuanlin’s thoughts were either black or white, extreme and obsessive. It was said he was traumatized when his parents and elders left because of the storm.

 

But when he had interacted with Yuanlin as a deity, the latter had given him complete respect, even though sometimes Yuanlin’s words made him frown. He would immediately realize and make concessions.

 

But now, those privileges were gone.

 

Yuejian struggled in vain, near death several times. As Yuanlin opened the camera, he finally managed to speak between labored breaths.

 

“What’s there to regret?! If your brother was an observer, you are the main culprit who pushed Xinghui away! Testing Xinghui’s abilities with a near-death genetic disorder, deliberately setting traps on familiar paths, trying to make Xinghui fall. He never fell into your arms, did he?! Did you think you hid it well? You liked Xinghui, didn’t you?!”

 

For Yuejian, with the deity’s buff and the fact that these people were younger members of the tribe, busy with development and resisting the storm, there wasn’t as much intrigue as in his own world. It was easier to control them, and he was too familiar with Yuanlin’s gaze towards Xinghui.

 

Yuanlin might not have thought in this direction himself. He stared blankly, his face unmoving but his gaze slowly lowering to fixate on Yuejian.

 

This expression made Yuejian’s back feel a bit cold.

 

“Since Xinghui left, you were so desperate to bring him back, feeling worthless and wanting to bring Xinghui down to your level. When you found out Xinghui went to the demons, if not for your brother stopping you, you would have flown straight to him in a starship! When Yuanyuan stood by Xinghui, didn’t your eyes turn green with envy?! That’s why your brother didn’t let you appear. But you’re a monster! Your affection is worthless! Your likes make people feel disgusted. How could anyone see such behavior as love? Xinghui will never get close to you or look back at you! He’s completely different from you now, wouldn’t even glance at you!”

 

Yuejian spoke venomously, stabbing at everyone’s hearts.

 

“From the first time you tested Xinghui, you missed your chance. You originally had a chance to stand by Xinghui’s side…”

 

“Love—haha—love?”

 

Different from Yuejian’s expectations,

 

Yuanlin, instead of being enraged and strangling him after being exposed, lowered his gaze, grinning as he laughed while Yuejian was still speaking.

 

“So this is called love?”

 

“You—kill me! You monster! Ah, ah—”

 

Yuanlin’s fingertips glided over his cheek while his other hand firmly gripped his neck.

 

“No, he will see this, he will understand. My first step now—” is to apologize, using you to apologize—”

 

He flipped his fingertips to reveal a small knife, slowly rubbing it across Yuejian’s cheek.

 

“Tell me, where should I start cutting to make it more painful? Should I cut the flesh piece by piece?”

 

Yuejian was once again throttled, his eyes wide with terror, making dry, hoarse sounds.

 

“No—no—”

 

Tears and snot streamed down his face in a mess.

 

As the small knife made its first cut, then the second… he twisted and writhed in agony.

 

He regretted angering Yuanlin, he shouldn’t have done this; Yuanlin was completely insane! Insane!

 

He regretted pretending to be a deity, he regretted dealing with Xinghui. If he hadn’t started with greed when Xinghui had no power, deliberately ignoring and targeting him, but had instead treated Xinghui well, explained properly, could he have lived here with dignity after the storm passed?

 

Anyone, anyone at all, save him, even if it means going back to his old world—

 

In excruciating pain, he rolled and screamed until his voice gradually weakened to silence.

 

And on the fourth day after this,

 

The disgruntled military finally gathered and stormed the palace, aiming to overthrow the royal family, which had made countless people displaced and lost their loved ones due to genetic diseases.

 

Even against the formidable Kela race.

 

But contrary to everyone’s expectations, they didn’t find Yuanquan. Instead, they found Yuanlin and the miserably beaten Yuejian.

 

In the struggle with Yuanlin, many died. After exhausting Yuanlin’s energy in turns, they finally captured him.

 

The Kela race’s millennia-long rule over the Radiant Star System ended in utter collapse, with the worst possible outcome.

 

The emperor, who had wanted to be remembered in history as representing the Kela race, vanished. In the future, whatever books are written will record the foolishness of the Kela race’s rule.

 

Yuanlin, once a prince, had tried to grasp everything in his hands but ended up with nothing and faced a trial under the new laws of the Radiant Star System, with a 90% chance of being sentenced to death.

 

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“Wasn’t it promised that today could be—I’ll really take it gently, just a little bit, I’ll definitely obey.”

 

Xinghui’s fingernails pressed into Yuanyuan’s nape, applying slight pressure.

 

His pale face was dusted with a layer of powder, with a hint of red at the corners of his eyes and his teeth lightly clenched.

 

The surroundings were quiet.

 

Only Xinghui occasionally made a faint sound as he struggled to hold back.

 

The man in front of him covered him entirely, his face and neck damp with sweat. When he spoke with his eyes lowered, his words were slow and seductive, gently coaxing.

 

“Not even a glance?”

 

At this moment, he looked up and smiled.

 

Xinghui’s gaze darted quickly, as if scalded, and instantly looked away again, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. His slightly curled black hair lay softly on the pillow, and his cute little tuft of hair drooped down.

 

The little deity could no longer hold on.

 

“You—enough already. If you leave more marks on me, they’ll be too visible to cover…”

 

In the beginning, both were awkward. Xinghui had planned to show him his “ancestral” learning ability.

 

He had even vaguely agreed to continue after finishing his work in a few days.

 

After all, it was enjoyable. Was there such good fortune?

 

Then he was pulled underneath.

 

Although it wasn’t uncomfortable, the aftereffects were too intense, and this guy acted like a wolfdog—looking obedient at ordinary times but eating ravenously during meals.

 

He really didn’t understand.

 

Clearly, he had learned so much more knowledge than this guy.

 

It was one thing to be overpowered by him, but why were the risqué talks not as enjoyable as he described?

 

Was it because Yuanyuan was shameless enough?

 

It seemed that no amount of knowledge could make up for this.

 

Until his breathing became heavier, falling on Xinghui’s ear.

 

He reached out to hold Xinghui.

 

The room was dim, filled only with the sound of their breathing.

 

Yuanyuan’s communicator suddenly lit up, flashing in front of him.

 

Yuanyuan frowned and dismissed the call.

 

Less than two seconds later, the call came again.

 

Yuanyuan, with a satisfied look, angrily cut it off again.

 

Who was it? So clueless?!

 

It was bad enough they couldn’t figure out their relationship; they had to interrupt them at such a critical moment?

 

If the call had come a bit earlier, would something have happened?

 

“Yuanyuan.”

 

Xinghui called him softly.

 

“Hmm?”

 

The demon lowered his head, curious about Xinghui’s needs.

 

Xinghui then aimed at a certain pink spot he had been eyeing and took the opportunity to pinch it.

 

Yuanyuan: …

 

“Ow—”

 

He jumped up, watching as Xinghui rolled with the blanket all the way to the corner.

 

Then his communicator rang again.

 

This time, it seemed more cautious, with a longer interval between calls.

 

Yuanyuan turned and sat down, answering the call with his standard unfriendly smile.

 

“You’d better have an urgent matter.”

 

The demon, eager to share imperial news with Yuanyuan: ???

 

Boss on a warpath?? Why does it feel like I’m about to be cut?

 

Author’s Note:

 

Yuanyuan: I’m shameless, I have a wife, I’m proud, thank you all!

 

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Good morning, everyone. See you later!