Chapter 249: A Sister-Complex Fuxi?

Seeing Mikoshi Sota's confusion, Luxifa answered:

"The Primeval Beginning is the era before the Primeval Ancient."

"High Antiquity, Primeval Ancient, Primeval Beginning."

Mikoshi Sota and the others murmured in their hearts—an era even more distant than the Primeval Ancient, could it be the era when the Origin Realm was first born, the era when time began, the starting point of all time?

Brimming with curiosity, Mikoshi Sota asked aloud:

"The Primeval Beginning's grudge…"

Before Mikoshi Sota could finish asking "The Primeval Beginning's grudge—what grudge is that," wanting to know whether it was a grudge among great figures, or a mythological grudge, or some other kind of grudge, Tsukuyomi cut him off.

"A grudge that shattered even the Origin Realm—are you sure you want to ask?"

Mikoshi Sota abruptly clamped his hand over his mouth, cold sweat beading on his forehead, a fright-sweat instantly breaking out across his back.

Without Tsukuyomi's reminder, he wouldn't have caught on at all.

Indeed, a grudge that caused the Origin Realm to shatter—how could it be anything ordinary? It must involve secrets; rushing to ask like this, wouldn't that just be handing someone a free kill?

After saying this, Tsukuyomi paid no attention to Mikoshi Sota's reaction and looked straight at Luxifa.

"You really dare say anything—even bringing up matters of the Primeval Beginning."

Luxifa shrugged carelessly, flashing a roguish grin:

"I just couldn't hold it in, got carried away talking for a moment. But it's fine—I only mentioned the grudge, not the details of the grudge."

"Your moment of talking carried away almost talked the two of us, and everyone here, out of existence."

In his words, Tsukuyomi wasn't angry—clearly he knew Luxifa had gotten carried away, but he was also afraid Luxifa would speak too fast, so he gave a preventive warning in advance.

Both their tones were calm, at most with a little teasing, yet Mikoshi Sota and the others were scared out of their wits.

Even a divine being like Tsukuyomi and Luxifa saying it means death? Holy crap!!

Seto Shoma was seen shaking his head wildly, looking like he wanted to forget this stretch of today's memory right now—forget it, forget it.

Director Takahashi and the others were no better off; some executives present heard it and were so startled they slid right off their chairs, while others simply hammered their own heads, hoping to pull off a memory-loss technique.

"What you heard today cannot be spoken of—got it? Whoever spills it, I'll kill them." Director Takahashi said viciously to the executives present.

"Damn! Do I even need you to say that? Whoever dares spill it, I'll be the first to waste them."

Some executives were so emotionally worked up their speech became clumsy.

Professor Zhongtian pushed his glasses and feigned bewilderment: "What? What are you talking about? Was something said today? Why didn't I hear anything?"

"Right, was anything said? How would I know?" the head-hammering executive chimed in with a solemn face.

"I also don't know what you all are talking about. Weren't we just listening to Luxifa answer Mikoshi Sota's question about what 'over there' at the Original Battlefield is? Why are you all pale-faced? Luxifa only said this question involves secrets and refused to answer—is there any need to panic like this?"

"Exactly, exactly."

Every executive was playing dumb, pretending to have lost their memory—there was no helping it, it was just too damn terrifying.

Akihabara, Tokyo, Japan—Seto Shoma's game shop.

After the Primeval Beginning's grudge incident, Mikoshi Sota didn't dare casually ask questions anymore, and the group was on edge; some had even bought games and were poised to leave.

They had come to see Luxifa and Tsukuyomi—listening to secrets was incidental; there was no need to risk their lives to listen. God knew what kind of question Mikoshi Sota would blurt out. Better safe than sorry—what if the question he asked involved a great horror?

These were divine secrets; once heard, losing one's life was probably the lightest punishment—what they feared was being cast into the eighteenth layer of hell for eternity, never to be reborn.

"Forget it, I won't ask anymore." Mikoshi Sota scratched his head, and to cover up his cowardice, made up an excuse: "I've already asked enough; asking more wouldn't be proper reciprocity."

"Up to you."

Luxifa was very carefree, not caring about such things—in his view, even if the reciprocity wasn't equal, so what? As long as he was happy, that was enough.

At this moment, Tsukuyomi glanced at the sky.

Unbeknownst to them, their conversation had already reached evening.

"Luxifa, my sister's banquet is about to start—let's go. I invited you to attend my sister's Gao Tianyuan banquet, and you brought me here to play games. If we're late, I'll get a fierce scolding from my sister."

Then Tsukuyomi and Luxifa bought two copies of Monster Hunter and said goodbye to Mikoshi Sota.

Before leaving.

"Sota, let me give you one more piece of gossip—God once tried to pursue Nüwa, and ended up getting beaten badly by Nüwa's brother Fuxi." Luxifa laughed with a roguish grin.

Watching Luxifa stride off, the group exchanged glances.

Luxifa and God's hatred truly was to the death—even knowing God was on Earth, he still dared to spread his dark history.

They really wondered whether God would learn his dark history had been leaked, and in a fit of rage go cause trouble for Luxifa—would that spark another Divine Reckoning?

However…

This gossip was juicy!

God pursuing Nüwa? Trying to be a son-in-law in Huaguo mythology? Fuxi beating up God—holy crap, what a scene, they really wanted to see it.

Involuntarily, they imagined a scene: Fuxi learning God was pursuing his sister Nüwa, rushing straight to Heaven's turf, grabbing God by the collar, slapping him across the face with a series of crisp smacks, saying as he hit him, "You dare hit on my sister? Huh? Who gave you the nerve?"

Most likely Fuxi beat up God because he looked down on him.

After all, God was so pathetic—such a cowardly divine being, so what if he was ancient.

The people present thought this way.

"Maybe Fuxi is a sister-complex?" The shop assistant had just said it when he immediately slapped his own mouth, his whole body trembling.

That look, that manner—the meaning was written all over his face.

Holy crap, what the hell am I running my mouth about—almost got myself killed by my own big mouth.

The others all turned their heads away, whistling, avoiding the shop assistant's fifty-fifty behavior like the plague.

But deep down, they were shaken.

A sister-complex Fuxi? This…

The next moment.

They hurriedly shook their heads—dare not think, dare not think. They had a nagging feeling that if they kept thinking, whether they guessed right that Fuxi was a sister-complex or that he wasn't, they'd die either way.

A dignified ancient deity—who would willingly be known as a sister-complex? And if he wasn't a sister-complex, then spreading such wild rumors would still mean death.

"Everyone, I suggest you go buy a game to take your mind off things. I recommend this latest release…" Shoma Seto seized the chance to run an ad.

At the same time, he pulled out his phone and began posting to Twitter the photos he had secretly taken of Lucifer and Tsukuyomi chatting with Sota Miyoshi at his shop.

Lucifer and Tsukuyomi appearing in Akihabara to play games, and an ordinary person even becoming friends with them—this day was destined to be explosive.

Immediately after, Shoma Seto and the others spread the contents they had overheard in the shop.

The explosive moment instantly turned into a full-blown blast.

In less than a day.

People from all over the world, from every country and region, were flooding toward Akihabara.

Although Lucifer and Tsukuyomi had already left, there was no guarantee they wouldn't come back. Even if they didn't, going to browse the shop they had visited would be fine—maybe they could still soak up a breath of a deity's aura.

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