I would rather betray the gods

Tap, tap.

The clear sound of footsteps rippled around, and even without looking around, one could almost sense everything from the echoing sounds, even the colors.

A wide bridge corridor, with colorful auspicious clouds swirling on both sides, and a pavilion sitting at the end of the bridge.

Two stone statues guard the main entrance of the pavilion, one holding a gun and the other a sword.

This is?

Yuzu's lips curled up slightly.

This is the dreamland that almost cost him his life, the Dream Court.

With a creak, the pavilion doors slowly opened, revealing a deep, dim interior.

Things are different now. Yuzu first activated her demigod form and then walked inside.

As we passed by the stone statues, both statues placed one hand on their chests in a gesture of respect.

Recalling the first time the statues returned to their original positions, the two statues were not so polite. So, Yuzu not only didn't appreciate it, but also casually called them sycophantic stone beasts.

The interior is the same as always, with seating areas like an arena.

This time, Yuzu knew where she stood, so she walked confidently to the center under the spotlight.

Thinking about the recent friction between Pisces and Aries, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

It turns out that this was the source of that dream; he had harmed the interests of those high-ranking officials and nobles.

[Tsk tsk, Pisces in demigod mode is quite dashing, still has a certain flair, but compared to Zifeiyu, he's far inferior.]

Indeed, she differs from Zifeiyu in many ways...

The sarcastic remarks on stage would have angered any other god-king, greatly affecting their mood.

But who is Yuzi? He was originally just a nobody in the human world. Becoming a god-king was already far beyond his expectations in this life. Why would he need a motorcycle?

Is this a change of tactics? His unexpected, joyful smile on stage seemed to say, "Thank you for the compliment."

There was a moment of silence on stage as a result.

Taking advantage of this break, Yuzu took a good look around; she was too nervous last time to look closely.

Suddenly, in an inconspicuous corner, a maid waiting for orders and the items he needed came into his view. He couldn't help but think to himself, "These powerful and wealthy people are truly devils!"

So he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Bring it to me!"

That's right, there are tables and chairs that the pomelo needs.

That group of humans and ghosts, they just wanted Yuzu to stand and be judged by them, but making the God King stand to be judged would be a breach of the proper etiquette between ruler and subject.

It was their courtesy to place the table and chairs needed by the God-King in a corner; it was the God-King's right not to sit.

This disappointed the group of people once again.

It was a small table and chair set, so small that you could barely put two hands on the table, let alone comfortably rest your elbows on it.

But elegance knows no boundaries. Yuzu leans on the table with one elbow, the other hand on his knee, his long hair adding to his regal air.

Just then, a gentle breeze from who-knows-where ruffled his long, light blue hair, which shone so brightly and smoothly under the lamplight, perfectly complementing his temperament.

Handsome, do I even need to say it?

"You say I'm not as good as you are not a fish? Well then, who among you is not a fish?"

Since you're not even as good as me, don't compare yourself to me. You're not worthy.

Yuzu isn't here to show off; he's going to return the injustice he suffered here in a blatant and humiliating way.

Of course, his attitude allowed him to obtain a thick stack of files in the shortest possible time, which detailed the crimes he had committed as the God-King.

Just like last time.

"Can you plead guilty?" the speaker asked from the stage.

"I didn't even have time to look at them, so I don't recognize any of them," Yuzu replied.

"Then let's see," said the person on stage.

Please give me a pen, thank you. Yuzu has a request.

After all, he is the king, and he will grant any request on stage as long as it is not excessive.

Then Yuzu took a pen and began making annotations as she flipped through the files.

At first, the powerful and influential people thought that he disagreed with some of the charges in the case file and was drawing them out to argue with them.

But what they thought was not what Yuzu thought. Yuzu was so engrossed in the ocean of "books" that she couldn't extricate herself. She read them with great pleasure from a third-person perspective, pointing out the merits and demerits in the books in a clear and unbiased manner.

Gradually, the powerful and wealthy were awakened from their delusion and realized that this guy was treating the case files like articles, and was actually quite enjoying it.

But since things had come to this point, no one dared to interrupt, because the God-King was sitting below the stage. Even the God-King hadn't admitted to having wandering thoughts, so who could easily "slander" him?

What should have been a nightmare for those on trial became a night of torment for the powerful and wealthy.

And so, the powerful and wealthy spent the long night in a drowsy state.

What pained them even more was that Yuzu hadn't finished reading the case file yet...

Hu~hu~

The first rays of sunlight in the morning shone through the window, and the sound of cars passing by could be heard from time to time outside.

Yuzu sat bolt upright in bed with a start, checked the time, and realized it wasn't even six o'clock yet.

Although he was dizzy and lightheaded, his eyes were not blurry or foggy at all.

She sat there blankly for a long time, occasionally blinking, before going to the bathroom to wash up.

While brushing his teeth, his expressionless face reflected in the mirror slowly turned into a sinister look.

He was very unhappy with the fact that the powerful and wealthy were conducting a trial without his consent.

He was deeply disgusted by the fact that the interests of the powerful and wealthy were paramount, while the greater good was secondary.

But they are like a huge, intertwined root system. As a newbie, he doesn't have the ability to eradicate them completely, and even if he did, he couldn't, because even the biggest tree needs a root system to maintain its stability.

But he absolutely refused to bow down to those powerful and influential people. What should he do? What should he do?

This was an unsolvable problem in his heart, a thorn in his side.

'Knock knock'

A knocking sound suddenly rang out.

"Who is it? They're here."

Yuzu responded with a "Mmm" while munching on her toothbrush.

As I opened the door, I thought to myself, "Day after day, I'm busy like a corporate director even though I haven't accomplished anything."

The moment he opened the door, a man who looked like a food delivery guy came into his view.

But he didn't order takeout.

"Brother, brother! Eat your breakfast while it's hot."

The delivery guy immediately became very attentive, handing Youzi a set of soy milk and fried dough sticks.

Who are you? You've delivered to the wrong door.

Yuzu stepped out the door and helped him check his house number; yes, it was his own home.

It's definitely for you!

The delivery guy forced breakfast onto Youzi, then took off his helmet and laughed, "Brother, take another look."

Having lived in a hybrid world, Yuzu encounters countless new faces every day. How could she possibly remember so many? Her face darkened instantly. "Who are you? What do you want? If you're not going to just say it, then get out of here!"

Upon seeing this, the young man quickly told the whole story.

He's that "Lightning Thief" A-Gui. A while ago, he was caught red-handed by Youzi and sent to the police station. He even asked his older brother Wei-Long to teach Youzi a lesson.

He stopped doing that after that, because meeting Youzi made him realize that the gods were not far away, and that he would be punished for doing too many immoral things.

With his special abilities, he was perfectly suited to being a food delivery driver, earning money easily and with a clear conscience.

I came here simply to tell Yuzu about his changes, to put her at ease, nothing more.

I've come several times, but the special envoy was never home. This time, I finally got my wish!

After saying that, A-Gui smiled meekly and took his leave.

"A prodigal son who returns is more precious than gold," Yuzu nodded affirmatively.

As he watched Ah Gui about to board the elevator, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately called out to him.

What are the special envoy's instructions? A-Gui almost ran back.

"Come visit me tonight, and invite your older brother, Weilong, along too," Yuzu told him.

This is exactly what I wanted!

Ah Gui immediately said he would arrive 100% on time.

"By the way, you two each prepare a photo of yourself, and I'll prepare incense."

Yuzu almost forgot the important point.

Huh? What?

With photos and incense offerings, A-Gui was a little confused.

"Ahem~ I slipped up and said I was going to prepare cigarettes and a lighter."

Yuzu let it slip, unconsciously touching the corner of her mouth.

Okay, I'll get on it right now. We'll be there on time tonight!

Ah Gui slapped his thigh, his eyes crinkling into slits as he made a promise.