Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Although my husband didn't exert any force, it wouldn't be surprising if he were strangled to death.

If someone really wanted to strangle me, what would I do? What should I do?

However, if that's what my husband wants, I'll accept it.

Divia now looked at some unforgivable being, her surging fire filled with unspeakable rage.

In the original Hindu mythology, Durga was indeed born, but in the present context, the pause when Brahma says, "He who kills Mosesha will appease the anger," seems to be a new lira that appeared to appease the anger of Gavia.

The 'Lyra', a drama of the High Vatican, was given to Gavia by his own anger to soothe himself. This would undoubtedly make Gavia even more furious, even though he was angry but had no intention of killing.

Therefore, while gripping Durga's neck, the Angry Divia spoke, the first time she had spoken since transforming into the Angry Divia.

"Durga".

The smile that reappeared on her face was so perfect that it lacked any human warmth.

"Can you die now?"

Divia spoke each word carefully.

For Divia, who is known for her anger, this was a remarkably calm statement.

However, there was also a feeling that a boiling anger was accumulating deep inside.

However, despite the pain on Durga's face as he listened to the heartless words uttered by Divia, he was overjoyed.

"I am unaffected."

“If my husband wants to kill me, I will not activate the annihilation mode, and I never will.”

The sound and blood gushed from Durga's mouth together, and for some reason, Gavia found the sound somewhat pathetic.

“To me, my husband, Gavia is everything.”

Durga was not delirious from the pain, because it was not enough.

With Gavia holding him by the neck, Durga felt as if he were inside his lover's body when he felt his body temperature, as if he were being loved and embraced.

The goddess wants more.

More, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more.

And then, more importantly than that, even though it's only our first meeting, I truly love you, my husband, Gavia.

"So whatever you want to do to me won't affect me. As long as you want to do it, my husband, Durga, I'm willing to accept anything."

Did Gavia hate Durga?

Of course not, but I would be angry at the source of her birth.

Therefore, he was so angry that he wanted to deny and eliminate Durga's existence.

At the same time, looking at Durga before her, Gavia understood that she was merely a part of Lira, an empty vessel, a tool for 'pacifying the rage'. Gavia was indeed incredibly angry at this moment, her grief fueling her passion, her entire body ignited and boiling with fury.

Regardless, Gavia was still unable to truly do as she claimed and kill Durga, who was completely innocent and devoted to her.

Although it was just 'lira' and just a play, Durga's 'love' was real.

Finally, Gavia released his grip on Durga, looked around, and saw nothing, as if the scene after all death stretched endlessly.

He was still consumed by anger, so when there were no obstacles left, Divia began walking towards the void ahead. For some reason, before he had taken more than a few steps, he felt something beneath his feet. When he looked down—

It was Durga, whom he had just thrown to the ground, who had crawled over with difficulty, and now he was standing on her.

At the same time, Gavia saw that Durga's eyes were wet and he was crying.

"You and I……"

Then, Gavia, who had withdrawn from the wrathful aspect of Divia, found a rock to sit on and placed Durga on his lap.

"Durga, are you nervous? Your body is stiff. Don't worry, relax. It was my fault just now."

He lowered his eyes, his gaze returning to Durga, while the stars in the sky shone quietly, like gentle eyes looking down upon him.

"...Yes, the body itself..."

For Durga, the feeling of having his hair gently combed by his beloved Gavia, his husband, was incredibly comforting. He also wished that Gavia would touch his cheek a little longer when she stroked it. In short, he was in a very good mood.

"Even if you can't control yourself, you're still a goddess. Don't let people look down on you."

"No, I'm so sorry, Durga, I will correct my mistakes in the future, I definitely will..."

“I was just kidding, Durga. As long as you like it, I like it too. Do you think I would punish you?”

"No, that's not true."

"That's good, Durga."

"Um, my husband..."

Durga's heart raced.

As a goddess of war, Durga should not be confused, but when Gavia's fingers combed through her hair, her hand gently caressed her cheek, and Jin's body temperature was so close to hers, it seemed as if her body temperature overlapped.

Each of these factors caused Durga's heart to race uncontrollably.

So she stared intently into Gavia's blue eyes and said:

“I love you, Gavia, my husband.”

A warm, soothing sound drifted on the wind, but it brought no joy to Gavia, whose anger had just subsided.

“…I understand, and I accept it…However, Durga, I must apologize for what I did before…”

The expression on Divia's face the moment she spoke was deeply etched in the eyes of Durga and Kama, who were present, and it lingered for a long time.

"sorry."

That wasn't a smile; it seemed to hold a hint of pain, but also a touch of bitterness.

Durga is the lyra that arose from the wrathful aspect of Gavia. However, this lyra then produces new lyras, which in turn amplify the original lyras, causing this drama of the Highest Brahman to continue in a cycle.

But it was at this very moment that Kama, who witnessed the entire event, secretly departed.

"Hmm...that's...good..."

A gentle breeze rustled Kama's silver hair as the god of love walked slowly across the earth.

"Durga? That's his name, isn't it? Gavia's lover... Hmm, just as I thought..."

Cupid's words seemed to be directed at her, yet no matter how she stretched out her arm to wipe away the tears, they continued to flow endlessly.

“Child, no, it’s not like that anymore… Am I crying because I’m moved by Lord Xiang Shen’s love…? How wonderful, how wonderful…”

No one could answer Cupid's question; they could only shed tears in solitude.

In conclusion, the crisis that threatened the Indian world has come to an end, the reign of the Holy King continues, and the prosperity of the Three Kingdoms will continue.

Everyone welcomed a happy future. Although the last god of prophecy has not yet returned to his position, he has found someone he loves, just like the other three. In other words, from now on, he will have someone to restrain him, so he will no longer be so helpless.

Mount Jirosa.

"My lord, Father has finally calmed down, all thanks to Mother..."

Parvati, in high spirits, said this to Shiva as he returned.

"Ah."

Shiva nodded calmly as always.

"Speaking of which, Moses' asceticism is so powerful that it could enrage someone like Father to such an extent. It's truly..."

At this moment, the general understanding among all beings in the Three Realms is that the ascetic practices of the Asura named Moshisha caused the wrath of the Lord of the Himalayas, thus bringing about such a terrifying crisis. Even Parvati thinks so, after all, it was Durga who killed Moshisha who brought Gavia back to calm, wasn't it?

"The first anger occurred at the birth of the Holy King."

Shiva looked at Parvati and said softly, "Will there be another wrath? After all, the next holy king will be an even more perfect and ideal king than the current Rama."

"Hmm? What do you mean, my husband?"

"...No, it's nothing."

Shiva shook his head and looked at the world for a long, long time.

That is the 'source' of his friend's anger, the still glorious 'Lira' and 'Ya'.

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Chapter 320 Kama: We will win!

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Ignoring the desolate atmosphere in the room, the cockatoo lowered its flight altitude to enter the field of vision of its master, Kama, and let out a confused cry.

It was a bit strange. During this time, the little master was away, and even the snake that loved to sleep was gone. Logically speaking, if the little master was not around, the master, who had been decadent for decades and was considered a true Cupid, should have stepped in to do something. However, for some reason, he locked himself in the house, as if he didn't care at all.

Kama listened to his pet's question with a blank expression, staring at it with icy eyes.

"Ugh, so annoying! I just want to rest, what's wrong with that? What's the problem? Or do you want me to be Cupid?"

His words also contained a hint of resentment that even Cupid himself was unaware of.

"It's alright. It's only natural if you want to rest, Master. After all, it's only for a few months..."

Sensing that its owner was definitely in a bad mood, and feeling that saying anything more would lead to a tragic end, the cockatoo carefully curled up its feathers.

"hehe."

Kama gave a cold laugh.

"To be honest, I'm tired of shooting arrows of love. And most of the time it's for other people's trivial love problems—so ordinary, it's really disappointing. It's about making those who seem unhappy happy, making those who are happy even happier, and trying to make other people's relationships perfect. That's it. I've always been the giver. It's exhausting, I'm so frustrated! Ugh, but I'm Cupid, and I have a duty to do it..."

Cupid spoke as if he were talking about someone else, yet his voice held a hidden melancholy, whether from dissatisfaction with his duties or from aversion to someone.

But neither of these explanations seemed to resonate with the cockatoo at that moment. Seeing the expression its owner rarely displayed, it simply continued to ask, perplexed:

"Master, I have to correct you on one mistake. You weren't always the one giving; when the little master was around, weren't you the one receiving—"

However, before the cockatoo could finish speaking, Kama, with his dark expression, crushed it flat with one hand without hesitation. The poor cockatoo let out a soft "plop" and was immediately frightened into silence by the increasingly chilling aura emanating from Kama.

Gavia must have had a hard time taking care of herself and complying with her unreasonable demands. Someone like me, who is useless and only causes trouble, must be very annoying. If I were just annoying, that would be one thing, but to have to trouble others to take care of me like this is another. Although Gavia was adopted by me and didn't say it out loud, I must be clicking my tongue in annoyance.

“Say one more word and I’ll kill you.”

Kama, whose face was not good at all, walked out of the door. The face of the god of love was in stark contrast to the clear sky, and had an indescribable dark aura.

Kama originally intended to throw the talkative cockatoo out the door, but perhaps because he had been indoors for too long, looking at the surroundings he hadn't seen for only a few months, he had a feeling of being in another world. The weeds tangled under his feet and the mental fatigue that came from it made Kama's breathing shallow and he felt like he was having difficulty taking a step.

“Disgusting weather…”

Kama rubbed his temples, then looked around at the names on the flowers he had planted and murmured something.

Cupid knew he was a burden, or even a nuisance, but what could he do?

Gods like Eros are just ordinary deities in India, with their divine power and authority being nothing more than commonplace. Durga, however, embodies the wrath of the gods and the fury of Gavia. Although he is somewhat dull in some ways, his strength is unparalleled.

Gavia is a god of divination, the lord of the holy mountain, and a being praised throughout the three realms. His strength is beyond question.

Even that blond-haired girl, Furido, who sleeps all day, is one of the strongest among all the Asura Kings.

Kama is different; he is far inferior.

"Go to hell..."

Cupid recalled that day's scene again, feeling as if he were superfluous, presumptuous, and laughable, standing far away and watching.

So that's how it is. So you don't need me? No need for me to lift a finger. Simple. This job is too easy. Just do the duties of Cupid, doing boring things day after day, year after year. It sounds pretty convincing. It's perfect for me. Really, there's no responsibility more suitable for me.

Because I'm not capable enough, I was excluded. It makes no difference whether I'm there or not; in other words, they don't need me at all.

I understand perfectly well why I have to keep bothering that guy and that place.

It's too pathetic, too shameful, too painful.

At that moment, Cupid murmured rapidly in his heart, but at the same time, his heart pounded with pain, and his feet moved on their own and left the place where Gavia and Durga were. As he took a step, Cupid thought, "Perhaps no matter what, I should still go in."

All my important things were taken away by strangers. This is unacceptable—

However, looking back on her thoughts at the time, Cupid feels nauseous and annoyed by her own past.

Even though I had already escaped, I still fantasized about impossible things happening. I guess I really am a person with an incredibly awful personality, a troublesome nature, a negative mindset, and an over-reliance on despair. So why did I have to be Cupid? Can't I just not be Cupid? And why did I have to find it? If I hadn't found it, I wouldn't have had this thought...

“Durga…you’re such a damn bastard…if you weren’t here…I…”

Kama's body swayed unsteadily, as if he were about to faint. As a deity, even if he was unwell, he should not have collapsed to the ground so suddenly.