Super God: There's a mischievous Xi in my head

On the other side, three people, far from the alley, stopped at the street corner.

Cook slammed his fist into the wall beside him, and the solid wall cracked open with spiderweb-like patterns.

He turned to look at Balu, his crimson eyes filled with confusion:

"Why not keep trying to persuade the captain? We could clearly..."

Balu gently shook his head, interrupting him: "Cook, haven't you seen it yet? Captain Kufens... has absolutely no intention of returning to the team."

He paused, his voice lowering, "I'm afraid it's not just Captain Kufens, but also Captain Qiaoshefei and Captain Anmishiu..."

Sabin, who had remained silent, reached out and placed his hand on Cook's shoulder:

"Brother, I understand how you feel. But the captains all have their own choices. I believe that one day they will come back to us."

He patted Cook on the shoulder forcefully and exchanged a knowing glance with Balu:

"Now, all we need to do is complete the tasks assigned by the general."

Cook took a deep breath, suppressed his surging emotions, and finally started walking to catch up with his two companions.

The three of them once again disappeared underground and began searching for their next captain.

The three arrived at the park and found the second captain, Qiao Shefei, the captain of the Purple Nether Squad representing the crime of greed and robbery.

Qiao Shefei sat alone on a bench, gazing intently at the myriad lives unfolding in the park.

An old man playing chess by the Chu River and Han border smiled, his face crinkling with wrinkles; children chasing a ball let out silvery laughter; and lovers holding hands nestled under a tree, whispering sweet nothings…

His gaze lingered on these ordinary yet heartwarming scenes, and a rare gentleness appeared between his usually stern brows.

Just as Baru was about to step forward, he was gently stopped by Sabin.

The three Netherworld Demons remained hidden in the shadows of the trees, watching the Crimson Nether Captain, who was completely different from before.

Qiao Shefei seemed to sense something and turned to look in the direction where they were hiding.

Upon recognizing the newcomer, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes before he regained his composure.

After returning to this world, Qiao Shefei had long anticipated this day.

The general will come knocking sooner or later.

only... ...

Qiao Shefei couldn't help but lower her head and think about whether she should... return to the team, or... go and live a peaceful life.

The three of them were surrounded by a faint light, and they transformed into ordinary human beings. They slowly walked to the bench and sat down.

Cook took a deep breath, his voice filled with cautious anticipation:

"Captain Qiao Shefei..."

Since we couldn't complete the mission with Captain Kufens, at least... at least we should persuade Captain Joshefe to go back.

Qiao Shefei shook his head slightly, his gaze still fixed on the playing children:

"No need for further words. The general sent you, didn't he?"

Cook opened his mouth, but in the end he just lowered his head in dejection.

Balu couldn't contain himself and stepped forward: "Captain, even you..."

"Also?" Qiao Shefei finally turned his face, his dark pupils slightly contracting.

"It seems you've already looked for others before me. Was it Kufens? Or Anmishou?"

"It's Captain Kufens..." Cook's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

Balu suddenly clenched his fist in excitement:

"Have you already forgotten the years we fought side by side? The brotherhood forged in life and death on the battlefield—can you really just let go of it like that?"

Qiao Shefei suddenly stood up, the bench making a screeching sound.

"Baru! Now that we've come to the new world, where King Peel is no longer chasing us and no one knows about our shameful past—"

Why can't we start over? Why do we have to repeat the same mistakes?

His violently heaving chest gradually calmed down. He glanced around at the curious passersby and lowered his voice:

"Look at these ordinary people, their peaceful lives—aren't they worth protecting?"

Fortunately, the four of them spoke Ares throughout the argument. Although the surrounding crowd paid attention to the sudden dispute, they could not understand what was going on and assumed that it was a dispute between some ethnic minority or foreign tourists over family matters.

"Heh," Balu let out a cold sneer. "Captain, others may not know, but don't you know it yourself!?"

"Captain, with your hands stained with blood, how can you live like this with a clear conscience?!"

He took a sudden step closer, his voice like a poisoned blade:

"How dare you enjoy a peaceful life with hands stained with the blood of innocent people?!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt. Qiao Shefei trembled violently, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He involuntarily raised his hands, his palms still smooth and clean.

He seemed to see thick blood dripping from between his fingers, and countless wronged souls wailing and entwining at his fingertips.

Balu's offensive continues:

"From the moment we were falsely accused and branded with the three original sins, we were no longer the glorious warriors of Ares!"

His voice carried a profound despair and a clear-headed understanding:

"From the moment we decided to follow the general and collect energy crystals, there was no turning back, Captain!"

Petals drifted silently down in the twilight, and the laughter of children drifted from not far away.

But at this moment, Qiao Shefei felt as if he were in an ice cellar, and those warm scenes were shattering before his eyes.

Qiao Shefei staggered backward, his back slamming heavily against the tree trunk behind him, and maple leaves fell.

"I..." He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a complete syllable.

Sabine silently patted Balu on the shoulder, while Cook, standing beside him, was equally filled with sorrow.

Balu's voice was hoarse: "Captain, the General said—return to the unit whenever you've had your fun."

"Crimson Nether, Purple Nether, Gray Nether... all our brothers are waiting for our three captains to lead us to reclaim the glory of the Ares Legion..."

After saying this, he turned around resolutely and left, stepping on the fallen leaves.

Sabin nodded slightly to Qiao Shefei and silently followed Balu's footsteps.

Cook stood there, his lips moving for a long time, but all his words ultimately turned into a sob.

He gazed deeply at Qiao Shefei one last time, then turned and followed his two companions into the twilight.

Qiao Shefei slumped back onto the bench, as if all his strength had been drained away.

He stared blankly at his trembling hands, his voice broken and incoherent:

"Could it be... that I was really wrong...?"

"Is even this simple happiness... a sin that I cannot even desire?"

Suddenly, he raised his head and let out a heart-wrenching howl towards the darkening sky:

"Ah—why!!"

The shout, filled with pain and resentment, shattered the tranquility of the park.

People taking a walk stopped and stared at him.

An elderly woman adjusted her reading glasses with surprise, a young couple whispered curiously to each other, and a kind-hearted uncle wanted to step forward to offer his help.

Some sarcastic women scoffed and muttered, "Crazy..."

The maple leaves continued to fall silently, but no one appreciated this beautiful scene anymore.

All eyes were focused on the figure curled up on the bench, watching him bury his face deeply in his palms, a suppressed sob escaping between his fingers.

(Regarding the Netherworld Legion, my final thought is definitely... well, nothing. After all, no matter what, they've taken quite a few innocent lives. What do you guys think? Should they take them in as atonement from the demons? Or...?)