Why can't humans do it too?

boom!

Just imagining that scene made Jibril feel like a bomb had exploded above her head, accompanied by scorching winds. She wanted to die, to kill, to silence witnesses.

This was the first time the pink-haired Skywing had felt so ashamed and indignant, and it was also the first time she had truly understood what Suer meant by shame—this impulse to destroy the world must be the sweet yet sour feeling of shame, right?

War, war never changes.

War will never disappear; it can break out without warning and force both sides to fight with all their might, so suddenly.

Suer...he felt like vomiting.

Several times, Jibril's hand was almost touching the small stage he was holding tightly in his arms. Her fingertips were only a few millimeters away from the God of War on the stage, but she could never reach him.

Suer was trying his best to escape, and Xinke was trying her best to stop him. Xinke was trying her best to help Suer escape, flipping, spinning, and flashing. To be honest, such high-intensity exercise was too cruel for Suer, who was still recovering from serious injuries and was even just awakened and weak. It felt like something was churning in his empty stomach, and his brain felt like it was being flipped, and he couldn't stop feeling dizzy.

vomit.

Suer gagged, and the sound of discomfort brought the battle that was raging in the small room to an abrupt halt. The raging storm vanished in that brief pause, and apart from the chaotic scene around them, everything that had happened before seemed like an illusion.

It was indeed an illusion—the only thing that temporarily halted the war was Sul's uncomfortable reaction. Both Xinke and Jibril knew that it was not over yet. As long as the box that Tet had specifically sent to Sul was still open, and as long as the scene inside continued to unfold that made the pink-haired winged race want to explode on the spot, then it would definitely not end.

In the brief exchange that had compressed almost everything into a very short time, the small stage that Suer had been holding tightly in his arms remained completely unaffected by the storm outside. It continued to perform the scene that had once appeared in reality, step by step.

However, the sound it emitted was almost annihilated by the intense confrontation due to its extreme speed, to the point that neither Suer nor Xinke could clearly hear what it was saying... until now, when the battle has temporarily ceased because Suer is gagging uncomfortably.

[...I just...have...a little...]

I miss them...

It was as if the wicked god of games had planned it all along, and at this perfectly quiet moment, those words drifted from the stage, like a hunter poised to pounce, pulling the trigger just as his prey revealed its soft belly.

At least in Suhr's view, Tetu was probably doing it on purpose.

The voice emanating from the figure crawling on the ground on the small stage was a mixture of helplessness and shame, pain and reluctance, confusion and longing, vividly portraying every tone and emotion, just as if it were Jibril herself speaking.

Or rather... wasn't it precisely Jibril's own words that Tet deliberately extracted?

Like a fish that has come ashore, her lips opened and closed repeatedly without uttering a complete word. In the utterly silent room, Suer and Xinke could only hear a sound like bursting bubbles from Jibril's mouth, dense and constantly exploding, as if her soul itself was bursting open.

Jibril's soul had indeed vanished. Even her long pink hair, which had always shone with a beautiful, glassy light, had dimmed at this moment. Not to mention that the small, cute halo on her head had stopped working, or rather, every part of her skin had lost its color.

Jibril had burned to ashes, turning into pure white ash.

She knelt down on the ground, her legs spread wide to the sides. She was clearly trying to support herself with her arms, but even that support was precarious. For an energy being like Jibril, changes in mood seemed to affect her physical appearance.

And now she... wants to die.

Even if I don't die now, I'll definitely be mocked to death by that weed, right?

The thought of being constantly reminded of this weed or having her tone imitated by that person every day, every minute of her life filled Jibril with despair... She was tired. Let it all end.

The little angel's head was lowered, and her face was obscured by her hair, so Sue could not see her expression, not even in profile. However, her shoulders were indeed trembling slightly, and the trembling was gradually amplifying.

Oops.

Suer silently recited a prayer in his heart. He turned his head and looked at Xin Ke, but even the great Lord Nirbalen seemed not to have anticipated this scene.

Jibril finally raised her head, looking at Sull with teary eyes, sniffling loudly—"Waaaaaaahhhhhh!!!"

Cried.

Jibril cried.

She really cried... Suer was even a little at a loss.

Thinking about it carefully, the last time he saw Jibril cry was when she had shrunk her physical and mental age because she had exhausted her power, and then... uh, it seems like he punched her and made her cry?

Suer's memories gradually became clearer.

Well, the time at the Fairy Beach doesn't count because Jibril was facing away from him and Xinke, and he was seriously injured and almost unconscious. However, Suer is willing to believe that Jibril cried that time, even when she was in good physical condition.

So, does that mean that Jibril's most recent tears and sobs were all related to him?

Suer's guilt intensifies.

In this situation, with these tears, how come he and Xin Ke look like some kind of wicked bastard deliberately bullying a young girl?

Thinking of this, Su Er glanced at Xin Ke again—good, he could confirm that he was the only one currently feeling guilty and remorseful.

Xinke is unlocking his phone, seemingly wanting to take a picture.

Xin Ke is the real bad guy!

Chapter Thirteen: An Old Acquaintance

Suer was absolutely certain of this fact. After hearing the pink-haired Skywing's heartfelt words, which she never thought would be heard by anyone, she not only showed no emotion, but also wanted to take pictures to record Jibril's current disheveled and mentally broken state. Xin Ke was a heartless poison among humans!

How could the righteous Sur turn a blind eye to this!

"...What? You're not talking bad about me behind my back, are you?" Xin Ke, who was operating her phone and choosing the right angle, suddenly turned her head to look at Su Er. To be honest, the eyebrows she raised at that moment looked like a sharp sword to Su Er.

"...How could that be?"

"Heh~, I knew you wouldn't~"

With a light chuckle, Xin Ke finally found the most satisfactory angle and lightly tapped the center of the screen with her index finger—click.

Then Jibril's pitiful appearance was preserved forever. Xin Ke even hummed a song cheerfully. Today was truly her lucky day. She couldn't wait to show the photo to this birdman after he recovered.

The prerequisite is that you need to prepare countless backups in advance, um... just upload them to the Internet.

That big-breasted, brainless Skywing would definitely tear up the photo in a fit of rage and destroy her camera, wishing she could destroy everything to preserve evidence of her current disgraceful state. But with her intelligence, how could she possibly find what Lady Xinke had hidden?

Live on with regret, Jibril!

—Xin Ke.

Click.

Click click click.

Those two heartfelt words just now seemed to be the final lines of a play performed on this small stage, and then they remained silent until this moment.

The God of War, shrunk countless times, and Jibril hurriedly ran towards the back of the curtains on both sides. Sull also saw that Jibril, although in adult form on the stage, bowed to him with her hands behind her back before running away, and then ran away embarrassedly.

To be fair, if Jibril in her adult form were truly such a shy person, then Sull would even be willing to offer Tet a stick of incense.

All three pillars are acceptable.

"Yo~, long time no see~, you king of slacking off~"

With the lighthearted tone of an old friend who hadn't seen each other for many years, Tetu, who had half his body popped out of the small box, waved and greeted them with a grin.

The androgynous teenager, like the genie in Aladdin's lamp, gradually blurred and became transparent from the lower half of his body, emerging from the small stage like smoke.

"Tetu!!!"

A piercing scream that almost shattered Sull's eardrums rang out. Jibril, who had just been lying on the ground with tears in her eyes, lunged forward through gritted teeth. The little girl's fists were still glowing with a dazzling light, and she wanted nothing more than to smash this bitch's head in on the spot.

Jibril is too young, can she still fight?

Yes, of course.

boom! ! !

Crush! Broken jade! Big cheers!

This punch even landed squarely on Tetu's face, causing the noble One God to spin dozens of times in the air like a character from a comic book before crashing into the wall, and then slowly sliding down the wall like a lump of mud.

Like a radish pulled from the ground, Tetto's lower body was finally pulled out of the small box by Jibril's punch, along with the body beneath him.

Pop, pop, pop.

Someone was clapping; it was Xin Ke. For the first time, Xin Ke showed Jibril an approving expression, but Jibril ignored her and instead looked at her right fist with a strange expression.

Even when she was filled with rage, she knew that it would be far too difficult for her to harm Tet with her power. Even though these were just a wisp of Tet's consciousness in this world, they were still beyond her reach—yet she did manage to deliver a punch.

In other words... Tetto deliberately let her hit him.

"Masochistic?" Jibril tilted her head and said, her expression giving the impression of a child's innocent words that revealed the truth.

"That's not right!! Shouldn't I feel guilty and apologize for letting you hit me in this situation?!" Tetu, who had just slid down the wall, suddenly sat up and shouted, barely managing to slam his hat down to prevent it from slipping off his head.

"Ha, I don't need this kind of pointless sympathy for you," Jibril said, cracking her knuckles. Even though she had shrunk, Jibril's resentment towards Tetto and her unique coldness had not diminished in the slightest.

Especially after being severely traumatized by the gift Tet had just delivered, Jibril now only wanted to rip off the head of this god-like dog and then use a steel wool pad to scrape away every bit of skin and flesh, so that she could obtain the most perfect head.

She could also wax it, lighting two candles from her eye sockets every night.

"Whoa... Their gazes are so scary, Suer, help me!"

Like a cat emerging from the water, Tetu trembled violently from the bottom up, as if shaking off the goosebumps that had appeared on his skin. In a movement beyond the reach of ordinary people, he moved his buttocks from the ground to behind Suer, pleading for help.

Suer: "..."

Was it just his imagination? He had this feeling that this once innocent and pure deity had become a seasoned old fox. What had this guy gone through after he and Xin Ke left?

"So you've been here all along?" Xin Ke raised an eyebrow and asked, waving her hand to summon the crystal of Tetu's divine power from the ground. "Including back in that era, when you were fighting against the gods of this world, you were hiding in here watching?"

Xin Ke's voice gradually turned dangerous, a storm was brewing!

However, Tetto showed no fear whatsoever.

"Yes, that's right~", the guy even admitted it with a grin.

"Because if I had come out earlier, I would have disturbed your reunion after a thousand years~~~"