I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 492, page 2.1-21: The Crown: The Treasure of a Lost Dynasty
“I don’t really want to give this opportunity to four idiots,” Bertias said in a low voice.

“But their staying here will disrupt a certain balance. What do you think Mu Yegui will do?” Dao Lin looked up at the foxgloves on the table and said slowly.

Sunlight streamed through the window and onto the table. The crimson flowers in the vase, arranged in a clustered, elongated shape, resembled a pagoda with a pointed roof, swaying gently in the breeze as if dancing a joyful dance.

A dark glint flashed in his blue-gray eyes, and he sneered, "I see."

Dionysus's curled eyelashes trembled, and his eyes slightly lifted, but he did not open them.

"It's almost time, I should go. How about we save the intelligence for next time?" Dao Lin slowly stood up, walked to the window, glanced at Bertias, and asked with a light laugh.

“Of course, I had a very pleasant chat today. See you next time,” Bertias waved and said.

After Daolin left, Bertias's expression gradually turned cold. His blue-gray eyes held a hint of solemnity and killing intent as he whispered, "I've been tricked."

Daolin seemed to talk a lot, but in reality, he avoided the topic of himself and even deliberately led him to think about Mu Yegui, deviating from the main subject from beginning to end, although he only revealed information about Dionysus. However, with Daolin's intelligence, it was only a matter of time before he guessed his purpose.

And most importantly, since Daolin knows what Lazy looks like, he must have already made contact with him, and even revealed his existence in this era. Although he told Daolin to avoid contact with Lazy, if Daolin does make contact, his information will also be leaked.

In other words, he has already been exposed.

“Even if you only sold my information, you’ve lost a trump card. But comparatively, Daolin has become more troublesome. And do you really want to treat Daolin as an enemy?” Dionysus slowly propped his head up, lazily yawned, and said.

"Because we share the same goal, we can cooperate; and because we share the same goal, only one person can receive the reward. Rather than betraying each other at the end, it's better to tell them from the beginning that it's just a temporary collaboration." That way, even if he betrays them later, it won't hurt them.

“In a sense, you’re a good person, but in another sense, you’re also a ruthless one, giving no hope to anyone,” Dionysus exclaimed, surprised that such a contradictory person actually existed.

In fact, Bertias should be a very gentle person, if he hadn't suffered those pains.

He sees things more clearly and transparently than anyone else, and is also more pessimistic and desperate than anyone else. He is even so ruthless to himself, stingy with even the slightest hope.

"There's something I've wanted to ask you for a long time. If possible, I'd like to hear your answer, even if not immediately, but before you leave after you've finished your business," Dionysus said in a low voice, grabbing a handful of his long, wine-red hair.

"What?" Bertias was slightly taken aback and asked in confusion.

"What is the reason you live?" The long, narrow, golden phoenix eyes stared intently at Bertias, reflecting the thin, blue-gray-haired boy, as if trying to see through him to his true nature.

“This…” Bertias lowered his eyes and said in a low voice.

Dionysus narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "I said I don't need an immediate answer, and I only want to hear the truth. I am a god, after all. Don't use your usual tricks on people to deal with me. It's too fake." It was so fake that even he could hardly stand it.

"Is that so?" Bertias shrugged and smiled helplessly. "After all, I've gotten used to it and long forgotten what I should be like." "Then how about going to get it back? I have no interest in a pessimistic guy who's trying to kill himself. In the end, I'm only sitting with you because of the alcohol."

I don't know what you've been through, and I don't want to know, but if you want to work with me, you'd better show a positive side. This negative attitude is really disgusting.

Actually, I don't care how others use me, but I can't ignore your attitude. You can understand it as an occupational hazard of being a god.

My collaboration with Mu Yegui wasn't because of alcohol, but because I admire her. Don't you think she works incredibly hard? Even though she's not human, she strives to emulate her; her strength and captivating charm are simply mesmerizing.

In comparison, you're like a bug fallen into a delicious jar of wine, so out of place that I couldn't help but notice you. And so disgusting that I hesitated to even consider getting rid of my beloved wine.

Dionysus frowned, a hint of disgust flashing in his narrow, golden eyes.

"Because I am inherently a repulsive being, I don't need anyone's approval." To be honest, he has no idea what it feels like to be liked. Is it really possible for such feelings to happen to him?

A soft, sweet voice came from beside her ear, "But I really like Belle."

Bertias was slightly taken aback and subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound.

Mu Yegui stood outside the window, her cool silver eyes glancing at someone, who immediately turned her head away, pretending nothing had happened. She narrowed her eyes, withdrew her gaze, and jumped in, bracing herself against the windowsill.

She walked up to Bertias and said earnestly, "Because Bertias is very handsome, I like him very much. It doesn't matter, even if everyone else hates Bertias, I won't hate him. Whether it's Bertias normally or Bertias with fish scales on his face when it rains, he is very handsome."

Dionysus's lips twitched slightly as he said, "You're only attracted to his face."

"Isn't that enough? No one is completely useless; everyone has something admirable about them. Everyone has a different perspective, and what they see will be different."

What matters to me is the face. I like all good-looking people, whether it's Bell, Xiao Jiu, or Dao Lin.

Personality or anything else doesn't matter. I won't dislike you because of some strange things. After all, how one lives is their own business, and everyone has different choices. Others have no right to interfere or judge. You are not him, so how could you possibly know what he's thinking?
So-called morality, beliefs, and ideas are merely subjective personal consciousness. When a group shares common ideas, they become restrictive shackles. But in reality, only you are trapped. How you want to live and how you want to act should be asked of yourself, not by following the crowd.

What suits others may not suit you. There's no need to force yourself; just follow your own heart. Don't worry about others' opinions or evaluations; they're ultimately just pointless struggles trying to constrain you with popular views. But you have the right to choose to accept or reject them.

If you get angry and criticize others for doing things that differ from your own thoughts, then do you really want to be a god trying to control other people's minds?

"However, when ideas clash and become adversarial, I will not hold back."

(End of this chapter)