Chapter 86 (136,000)

Chapter 86 (136,000)

With this in mind, Jiang Xingzhuo took out the Anywhere Door and planned to go to Jingtao Mountain. However, she did not rush to open it but instead politely knocked on the door.

Inside the cave, the God of Death had just changed his clothes. The War God's attire temporarily blocked his aura of death. The sudden appearance of the Anywhere Door threw him into a panic.

Death God A shrieked: [Master, master, it's this door! It suddenly appeared and threw some trash in, waking you up!]

Knock knock knock!

The door was politely knocked on.

Little Jia: [Ah, how dare they knock on the God of Death's door! Let me handle this, Master!]

The sycophantic Little Jia was pushed aside by a pale hand and slammed against the wall. The God of Death stood nervously at the door, adjusting his clothes and straightening his hat.

Creak—

The door opened slowly with a soft sound.

Jiang Xingzhuo held a basket of gifts and stood behind the door, pausing when she saw the figure before her.

The figure inside wore oversized armor, with a skull for a head, completely covered from head to toe, not a single hair visible.

It stood tall and imposing, quite intimidating, though it seemed a bit nervous.

Jiang Xingzhuo thought, He seems to have long hair, and is male.

Jiang Xingzhuo: "Hello, Lord Death God, I apologize for the intrusion."

Death God Little Jia: "What? What did you call my master? Ignorant demi-god, this is the oldest god in the universe, the great God of Death! You—"

Little Jia shrunk down to the size of a palm, its eyes wide with shock, looking around.

The God of Death stepped on it, flattening it, and a dignified voice came from the skull: "Please come in."

"God of Death?" Although Little Jia spoke in a strange language, Jiang Xingzhuo understood it as if it were a language she had learned but forgotten: "What is the difference between the God of Death and a Death God?"

Xiao Yi, standing respectfully to the side, spoke: "The God of Death is the law, while a Death God is the executor of that law."

Jiang Xingzhuo nodded and offered the basket of gifts. Xiao Yi wanted to take it but quickly withdrew his hand and stepped back, not wanting to be pushed against the wall by the master.

Jiang Xingzhuo's gift was not particularly special; it was stardust she had captured in outer space, golden particles that danced like fireflies in the basket. If placed in a transparent crystal ball, it would resemble a mobile light bulb.

Such a gift might be rare for humans, but for gods, it was akin to giving a basket of sand. Yet, the god who received the gift seemed genuinely delighted, radiating happiness and contentment as if he had received a basket of fireflies.

Jiang Xingzhuo stared at him for a moment and then asked, "Mr. Death, do we know each other?"

Offering such a gift was not without intent. This God of Death treated her unusually, and the vague figure in her mind made her suspect something.

Perhaps, she could even speculate about their relationship.

The God of Death holding the basket stiffened.

"May I see your face?" Jiang Xingzhuo boldly asked again, approaching as if certain she would not be harmed.

The God of Death stood still, watching as Jiang Xingzhuo approached.

Xiao Yi, standing in the corner, widened his eyes. At this moment, the emotionless Death God finally realized something.

Could this demi-god be the one the master has been waiting for? Could that be why he woke up from his coffin and declared he would not die?

Xiao Yi had an epiphany and remembered the first time the master nearly woke up, only to return to the Realm of Eternal Silence with a sleep stone. Yes, he would keep that secret, not wanting to be punished by the cruel master.

Xiao Yi clenched his fist, determined.

Jiang Xingzhuo's hand reached out toward the God of Death, but he was too tall, at least 1.9 meters. She had to press her hands on his shoulders and push him down slightly. The God of Death obediently bent his knees and crouched before her, allowing Jiang Xingzhuo to easily grasp his helmet.

Her heart pounded rapidly.

The vague, adorable shadow in her mind reappeared.

Slowly, she removed the helmet from the God of Death's head, revealing his face.

Jiang Xingzhuo was stunned.

...

In the Realm of Eternity.

Inside the game tower.

Another player's avatar disappeared.

The tower erupted in noise. Those who bet wrong wailed, those who won danced and laughed, while others watched the central pillar eagerly, awaiting the birth of a new player. Whoever defeated the previous ruler must be powerful, perhaps the ultimate victor of this long game.

But once again, no information about the new player appeared on the pillar.

What was going on? The gamblers were puzzled. Could someone resist such temptation?

On the high 500th floor, different from the chaos below, silence reigned, occasionally broken by whispers.

"Could there really be someone who can resist such temptation?" a goddess said. "Could this be the one you're looking for, Lord God?"

"The last one defeated also had no successor," another male deity said. "It's hard to say which one it is."

After a long pause, the Creator God gently said, "Let us wait and see."

The 500th floor fell silent again. In the darkness, the gods sat scattered, exchanging glances, each harboring their own thoughts.

They all knew that the Creator was looking for a human, but who this human was and why they were being sought out in such a manner remained unclear.

"Didn't they say the God of Death is about to fall? Why hasn't there been any sign yet?" another deity spoke up. There were only two main deities in the universe: the Creator and the God of Death. The fall of either would be earth-shattering, something all the gods would feel.

The topic was reignited, and it was clear that everyone was interested. Compared to the person the Creator was seeking, the fate of the God of Death had a much greater impact on them.

"Should we send someone to check?"

"Who would be willing to go? What if he's not dead and we get contaminated? The Goddess of the Future's palace still can't be inhabited, and it's said she grows a new white hair every day."

"Why rush? Without a successor, we'll naturally feel it when he falls."

"That's true..."

"It's wonderful that the Lord Deity is on our side."

The Creator said, "I merely respect the God of Death's own choice. However, I wonder why he chose to fall?"

The Creator's question revealed genuine confusion, as if she truly could not understand why any deity would choose to end their own existence.

Yet, the other deities could not comprehend it either.

The idea of a deity falling in love with a human was so inconceivable. Even some deities who were wild and indulgent, causing humans to conceive half-gods or monsters, could not grasp it.

...

Jiang Xingzhuo stared at the eyes before her, transfixed.

The God of Death, always pale and shrouded in darkness, had unusually clear blue eyes, like a vast, azure sky washed clean by water, vast, distant, and breathtakingly beautiful.

These eyes instantly illuminated his dark aura, now wide open like those of a startled cat, reflecting her somewhat domineering presence.

In Jiang Xingzhuo's mind, the faceless figure finally gained a face—the face of the God of Death.

So this is what he looks like. Jiang Xingzhuo pondered, never having imagined she would be attracted to a man, nor to a woman. She thought herself indifferent, unable to envision what kind of appearance she might find appealing.

Looking at the God of Death's face, Jiang Xingzhuo realized that this was what she liked.

It did align with her aesthetic—uniquely beautiful, one-of-a-kind. She always favored things without substitutes. Even Chao Xi, whom she saw as having many replacements in this world, fit this preference. Therefore, it made sense that her attraction would be to someone like the God of Death.

At the same time, something in her mind seemed to unlock, and buried memories surged forth.