Su Tang had just finished slaughtering those few trash. As a former art student in a certain world, she had studied violent aesthetics. That sensory brutality and carnage, dyed in blood, though terrifying, was also captivating.
Of course, ordinary people might not understand this kind of aesthetic.
But Death Gods were different. Gods were accustomed to slaughter. These few ant-like humans wouldn't frighten them. Instead, Su Tang, standing in the pool of blood, was like a beautiful scene from a dark painting.
The Storm Goddess belatedly realized that her earlier feeling wasn't an illusion. This human was truly amiss.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but Rainbow, also known as the Dark God, stopped her.
The Storm Goddess fell silent, knowing that it was better to keep quiet at this time.
Su Tang still held a dripping sword in her hand, snatched from those scumbags. But at this moment, she pointed it at the Death God's throat.
She tilted her head slightly, watching a drop of viscous blood drip from the sword, landing with a plop at the Death God's feet.
The Death God's expression was unreadable. He didn't speak, just locked his gaze on her.
Then, he heard the young woman's nonchalant tone: "So beautiful. I really want to stain you with my blood."
The surrounding commoners had long since fled in terror, so now, only the Storm Goddess and the Dark God heard her words.
And at this moment, the Storm Goddess was dumbfounded.
The Death God remained silent, and Su Tang moved the sword down from his throat, stopping at his waist.
"My Lord, do you know what I want to do now?" she asked with a smile. It was the same face, but her unrestrained eyes and dangerous aura made her seem almost demonic.
How could a person exude such a demonic, ghostly aura? The Storm Goddess guessed that something had happened when Su Tang had acted earlier. Just those three minutes, that human was with Rainbow… Thinking of this, she turned her gaze.
The Dark God, seeing her uneasy look, offered gentle reassurance: "With the Death God here, nothing will happen. Don't worry."
His superficial gentleness and humility, which would normally strike the Storm Goddess as tender, now only silenced her.
She nodded perfunctorily, her gaze returning to Su Tang. The Dark God assumed she was merely worried about the human, so he didn't suspect anything.
"Come back with me." The Death God's face was grim, his eyes like a cold pool. But because it was her, his eyes held no killing intent. Or perhaps, more than killing intent, there was anger and heartache.
He knew that damned god was up to no good. He was angry that the little brat had acted alone and gotten herself into this state!
Always shouldering everything herself, just like when she was sent to the Death God's Temple as a sacrifice. If she hadn't been truly desperate, she probably wouldn't have confessed!
The more the Death God thought, the angrier he became, wanting to drag her back and give her a good beating.
Su Tang licked her lips. "And after I go back with you, My Lord? What do you plan to do to me? Kill me? Chain me? Lock me up?"
Just as the Death God expected her to resist, and was considering using force, the young woman dropped the dangerous sword.
She said, "How could I let My Lord be stained with such filthy blood?" She walked towards him, and then, whether intentionally or not, stepped on the blood that had dripped by the Death God's feet. Smiling, she looked up. "Actually, I'd rather lock you up, shut you away, where no one but me can see you."
As her voice faded, silence fell.
Only the system, in her mind, exploded with a, "Holy shit!"
This was taking all the things the blackened male leads had said to her and giving them right back to the Death God.
So who was the blackened boss now?
Its host was really something.
Hearing her declaration, the Death God's mind also went blank for a moment.
He truly hadn't expected such thoughts from the little brat. Surprised, he chuckled. "You can try."
He would let her know who would lock whom, who would shut whom away from everyone's sight.
"Ding, blackening value decreased by 10%, current blackening index: 45%."
Hearing this prompt, and coupled with his undisguised, predatory gaze, Su Tang became even more excited, playing along with even more gusto.
The Death God took Su Tang directly back to the Death God's Temple. No god could enter without his permission. Therefore, he wasn't worried about the Dark God's schemes.
"Tell me, what happened."
Su Tang replied, "I merely followed my heart."
The Death God looked at her with an ambiguous smile. "Oh? I'm curious, what kind of heart made my little sacrifice change so much?"
"Of course, it's…" Su Tang drew out her words, her smiling red lips uttering a voice as sweet and intoxicating as a siren's song, "my Lord Death God."
Her heart belonged to the Death God.
Such a straightforward confession tinged the Death God's eyes with madness.
He slowly locked the door, pulled the sash from his waist, and tied it around Su Tang's wrists. The sash of a god's robe possessed high defensive properties; Su Tang's amateur skills couldn't break it.
However, she wasn't afraid, but rather faintly excited. "What do you want to do, My Lord?"
"To use your words, lock you up, shut you away." The Death God's voice was low and husky. He looked at her, trying to find a trace of fear on her face. The little brat from before wouldn't have had this courage, she would have fled in terror, then used clumsy lies to cover for herself.
However, Su Tang didn't. Having come this far, how could she give up halfway?
She had to let him know that this was truly what she desired.
Her wrists bound, Su Tang leaned in. "My Lord, even if you want to stop now, it's impossible. So, do you regret it?"
The Death God let out a muffled laugh. He had never thought that one day he would be pressed down by someone.
"I should be asking you that."
The system watched this scene, dumbfounded. "This is a clash of two kings. My condolences to the Dark God."
Su Tang smiled faintly and expressed her thoughts with actions.
The Death God had never been intimate with any person or god. But with this arrogant little brat before him, he wasn't angry, but rather impatient. And so, in the end, he took the initiative, pressing her into his embrace.
With the disparity in strength, Su Tang had no power to resist. But she didn't want to resist, even leaning in closer.
The two engaged in a passionate battle, neither yielding. When they finally parted, Su Tang's eyes were tinged with crimson. From the kiss, her head was slightly tilted back, her entire being radiating a satisfied allure.
Then, she licked her lips. "My Lord, you are truly delicious."
Death God: "…"
F$ck, little temptress!