I would rather betray the gods

I miss you~~

"Oh, I was just kidding. I was just checking to see if this new feature on the platform would work. Don't take it seriously."

Back in her nursing home-style studio, the first thing Yuzu did wasn't to open her laptop, but to check her private messages and listen to a voice message from Fang Yuan.

Unlike other voice messages, this is a voice function that the platform just launched yesterday. Youzi noticed it immediately and was surprised and delighted that Fang Yuan sent him a voice message so quickly, and with such beautiful words.

[Your voice sounds even better than during the live stream.]

Yuzu sent the message with a silly grin.

I've never known what your voice sounds like.

Not long after, Fang Yuan sent a message back.

It's funny, what guy wouldn't ask for a virtual friend (V) if he liked a girl? Especially when the girl clearly wanted a V and was willing to give it. Only Yuzu was so stupid as to chat with her on the app's backend.

"I..."

"Um..."

Twice in a row, the message failed to be sent. At this critical moment, he found himself too nervous to speak and worried that his voice was not the type that Fang Yuan liked.

Finally, he changed it to typing: "I'm at work and it's inconvenient."

Is it really inconvenient? The studio is completely empty except for my colleague Zhang Jia next door. Even I feel embarrassed when I see it.

[Get busy and don't reply.]

Fang Yuan is indeed well-behaved and considerate.

Little did she know that countless people pursued her, both in real life and online, but she remained unmoved.

She's not a casual girl; like Yuzu, she only chooses people who make her feel different.

So she had been holding her phone for a long time, hoping to chat with Yuzi for a few minutes.

Seeing that Yuzu was working, she decisively and quickly ended the chat despite her reluctance.

"Hey, do you think my voice is okay?"

Putting down her phone, Youzi asked Zhang Jiawen, deliberately lowering her voice to make it more magnetic.

He wanted to boost his confidence by talking to his colleagues so he could have a voice message with Fang Yuan when he got home that night.

"Do you brush your throat along with your teeth when you brush in the morning? If not, you should see a doctor."

Zhang Jia pressed down on the temple of her glasses, lifted them up, squinted, and asked in return, "I just heard him babbling on and on, and it was so annoying while I was engrossed in writing."

Oh my god~

Yuzi's straight back immediately hunched over, like a deflated balloon.

"By the way, the renowned author [Hai Sheng Shang] and his team will be visiting our studio the day after tomorrow, so don't suddenly disappear again."

As Zhang Jia spoke, she tossed a paper airplane to Youzi.

???

Who is Hai Sheng? Bestselling books fill bookstores everywhere, and countless works have been adapted into films and television series. Most importantly, this literary prodigy is only twenty-five years old and is undoubtedly a literary genius!

"No way, why would such an important person come to our little temple?"

Yuzu took the paper airplane, unfolded it, and saw that it was a promotional poster for Hai Sheng's new work.

"How would I know? Anyway, it shouldn't be too hard to get an autograph and a photo. Even a small fry like me can look cool." Zhang Jia rested her head on her hands, silently staring at the ceiling, a mix of self-deprecation and daydreaming.

"So what if it's shallow water? We're in shallow water not because we're shrimps, but because we haven't grown strong enough to swim into the deep sea! Only shrimps have dreams; the future is uncertain, and we could all be dark horses!"

Yuzu also admires young and promising people like Hai Sheng. Since she is not as talented as others, she needs to work harder to catch up.

"You're right, brother. I'll keep working hard after I finish this sigh."

Zhang Jia stretched as she spoke.

Just then, a muffled thud came from Yuzu's side. He looked over with a start and saw Yuzu lying motionless on the ground, with her chair overturned to the side.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?!"

Zhang Jia rushed over and straightened the pomelo.

Just as he was about to pinch Yuzi's philtrum, Yuzi woke up on her own.

Yuzu clutched her chest in anguish, feeling a heart-wrenching pain that seemed to reach the very depths of her soul.

The moment he lost consciousness, his soul seemed to have gone to a dark place, where there was no light and only endless cold, and he could still faintly hear a few heartbeats.

"Hey buddy, do you have a history of heart disease? Should I take you to the hospital?"

Zhang Jia patted Youzi's chest.

"No need, you'll be fine in a little while."

Yuzu wasn't sure if it was a physical problem, but the frequent trips between Earth and the Half-Heaven had made it difficult for him to recognize many things.

He guessed that this was most likely due to a health issue...

*Smack!*

Fang Yuan, who was in another province, was cleaning her house when she suddenly dropped her water glass.

For some reason, she suddenly felt a tightness in her chest.

Looking at the puddle of water covered with shards of glass, a strange sadness welled up in her heart.

She put down the broom, slowly leaned back on the sofa, and looked out at the towering buildings. Suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes.

She thought that if she had just fainted, no one would know whether she was dead or not; only her parents would see a cold daughter when they came home at night.

On screen, she is a glamorous yoga streamer; behind screen, she is just a frail young woman who earns some pocket money through live streaming to help ease her parents' financial burden.

She was lonely and desperately needed a strong shoulder to lean on...

Little did anyone know that the discomfort felt by both Yuzu and Fang Yuan stemmed from a deep-seated pain in their souls.

In their past life, two souls, tightly bound together, were etched with deep emotional wounds by their inner demons. In this life, the inner demons return, and the scars in their souls ache faintly...

Half of the heavens.

Aries Palace Dungeon.

The woman in red, who had been suspended, slowly awoke from her unconsciousness.

She was unconscious for a full day and night, her eyes were glazed, and she could not see her surroundings clearly. She could only vaguely make out a sitting figure in front of her.

"You're finally awake. I was really worried I might have accidentally killed you."

She recognized the voice as belonging to the man who had blocked her way.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

The woman in red strained to lift her head.

"The initial signs of Aries Palace indicate that, in accordance with the Twelve God Kings Covenant, the inner demons and their remnants will be eradicated."

At first, Xiang unfolded a scroll depicting the inner demons as he spoke.

The black and white drawing depicts a baby boy curled up asleep, using water lilies as a bed and lotus leaves to cover his body.

Upon hearing this, the woman in red felt a chill run down her spine. "Our lives are in your hands. Do with us as you please, no need for further words."

"Killing you is easy, but completely eradicating your current inner demons is not. Even if I burn the scroll now, the remnant soul of the inner demons will still dissipate into the air along with the smoke. Who knows, sometime thousands or tens of thousands of years later, his remnant souls will sprout again."

Therefore, I need you to reveal the secret formula, to completely draw the inner demons out of the painting.

At first, it was like shaking a scroll, looking with disdain at the baby boy in the scroll who had no signs of life.

It is no easy feat to be reborn with only a wisp of a remnant soul; even as Chu Shixiang said, it would require an immense stroke of luck.

But that was the only hope left for the woman in red, so she naturally refused to say it and turned her head away fiercely.

At first glance, Xiang raised the corners of his mouth in disdain, then clapped his hands and ordered someone to bring in a tea tray.

As the visitor lifted the cloth covering the tea tray, a sealed glass came into view, containing a pale green, unidentified liquid.

"Do you recognize this water?"

At first, the elephant asked about the red-clad woman.

This is!

The woman in red stared incredulously at the liquid in her glass.

This water has no spring; it exists only as ice crystals on a very small number of comet rocks, which only cross the Milky Way from distant interstellar space once every few million years.

Each time they pass through, those planets suitable for life will give rise to primitive life.

Therefore, life existed before the gods; the gods are merely managers responsible for maintaining the balance of life.

Therefore, this water is called the blood of the Creator and is extremely precious.

However, Hongyi couldn't understand why Chushixiang had made her see this.

Upon realizing that she knew him, Xiang immediately stopped being mysterious and explained his intentions directly.

The painting contains a trace of divine consciousness, but it is no easy task to reshape a three-dimensional soul. If this continues, he will still be a painting even after a thousand or ten thousand years.

However, Aries has the ability to give him a new lease on life.

Why should I believe you?

The red dress is unbelievable.

"You should ask Aries why they did that."

At first, the elephant turned its back.

"Why, why?"

The woman in red asked, puzzled.

"Because we have a common enemy, Pisces."

At first, the elephant suddenly turned around, its eyes gleaming with a cold light...