"You..." Igor didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a pause, he whispered, "What's wrong with your face?"

There was a horrible black scar on the right side of his cheek, between his eyebrows. It was like a crack in the ground covered by rocks, extending all the way to his forehead. It was painful just by looking at it - but Azathoth, a 'god', should not feel pain.

"What does it have to do with you?" the god said dejectedly.

Strictly speaking, this was the first time Igor had seen Azathoth treat him so harshly, and his complex emotions were mixed with a touch of novelty. While they were talking, he carefully examined the god from head to toe.

Azathoth still had smooth black hair that reached down to his elbows. His appearance and age were similar to what Igor had remembered, but his aura of aloofness was stronger, and the expression between his brows and eyes was colder, even to the point of cold disgust. The robe he wore was unlike any Igor had ever seen. It was looser than humans imagined, and the texture looked a bit like linen. This made the bones of his wrists, which protruded from his sleeves, look like dead branches wrapped in straw, hard and sharp.

There were some decorations on the robe that could not be noticed without paying attention. Igor did not have time to observe it more carefully. He only saw a few round dark brown buttons, some metal products hanging on silver chains, and some ornaments carved from stone and bone.

However, the watermelon rind in his hand seriously weakened the sense of fear and alienation he brought to the onlookers.

Therefore, although Igor was in a delicate mood, he remained calm and said, "I am your follower, so it is natural for me to take care of your health."

The god glanced at him in confusion, thought for a moment, and asked, "Don't bother. What do you want from me?" He placed the watermelon rind on the ground and said, "For its sake, I can grant your request."

Ah…so a slice of watermelon is worth one wish?

If I had known that he liked watermelon so much, I should have bought more.

Igor coughed and said under Azathoth's cold gaze, "Then please tell me why your face looks like this."

If Azathoth spoke out the complaints in his heart, he would probably curse "Fucking idiot".

He waited for a long time, and seeing that Igor didn't seem to be changing his mind, he said reluctantly, "There's no chance to regret... This is because I'm not very familiar with the human body yet."

The god raised his hand and awkwardly stroked the wound on his face: "It's so strange. Although many troublesome restrictions have been removed, this body is still much more fragile than I thought." He raised his other hand in front of his eyes, opened and closed his five fingers, and moved his knuckles troubledly, "Tiredness, hunger, and pain are all fine..." There are also those complex emotions affected by nerves and hormones, loneliness, happiness, sadness, and satisfaction.

Azathoth didn't say the rest of his words. He didn't quite understand the purpose of these things. Although he couldn't comprehend them, nor could he truly feel every subtle change in this body, it was like watching a movie through a screen. How could the audience imagine the true purpose of the characters' joys and sorrows? But they existed, just like 4843 always said, "When you're feeling down, come to me." Azathoth: "I'm not feeling down."

"You do." The robot didn't mind his rebuttal and said seriously, "My data analysis and processing results tell me that you do."

If it says yes, then yes.

Azathoth didn't care much.

There are so few things that He is interested in and pays attention to. Countless points in time jump before His eyes. The universe is constantly being born and destroyed, and the world repeats the process from nothing to something. He sleeps, dreams, and feels all of this.

But there is always a part of life that is more special.

There is a saying in human history that goes, 'You never step into the same river twice in your life.'

Azathoth would say that he would not dream of two identical 'people'. In the chaos of time and space, every individual he met was unique.

This is true for 4843, and also for the human beings before us.

You see, this is the first time that someone would use the opportunity of making a wish to ask Him, "What's wrong with the wound on your face?"

"That's right," Igor said. "Humans have their weaknesses. How do you feel about life now?"

Azathoth deliberately reminded him that this was already the second question.

But somehow He still replied, "It's no different than before. This is just a casual experiment. In order to squeeze part of myself into this shell, I discarded a lot of things that are currently useless, but it still feels a bit cramped."

He licked his lips unconsciously: "The watermelon I just ate had no taste. Is there something wrong with my taste buds?"

Igor blinked and reminded Him, "You don't feel pain either."

"Hmm," the god replied, his brows furrowed together, looking extremely distressed.

The human had a deeply unethical thought. He now found Him adorable… It wasn't that the evil gods weren't adorable, but there was a huge difference in the cuteness of a newborn kitten learning to walk and a mature cat. Igor coughed again, clearing his mind, and said seriously, "It's okay. You can eat the good-looking ones."

Azathoth took his words to heart.

Azathoth suddenly realized.

Azathoth looked at the human in front of him and asked politely, "I think you are very beautiful, but humans don't seem to advocate cannibalism?"

“…”

**

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do." The god said, crossing his legs.

Now they sat side by side on the ground against the wall. The alienation from Azathoth had almost dissipated, allowing Igor to regain a familiar feeling.

"I made deals with some dying people, taking away some of their crucial fragments: memories, thoughts, habits..." He said calmly, "With hundreds of thousands or millions of samples, it's easy to create a body like this. Not only the body, but also my current way of thinking and some of my behavioral habits have been affected. And as I use this body longer, it will become, how should I put it, increasingly 'normal' in your eyes."

"What do you want?" Igor couldn't help asking. "What is this for?"

"No reason." Azathoth looked at his bloodless fingertips. Through his skin, he saw something flowing in his blood. "There's no reason. I jump from one point in time to another, from one planet to another, from the beginning of the universe to the end of the universe..." The god's dark eyes, which could not reflect anything, turned to Igor. "I regard it as a journey with no end."

After saying this, He muttered to himself, "Perhaps I say this because I am influenced by my human body."

"All travelers have homes," Igor said.

"I don't have that kind of thing." The god smiled palely. "This universe belongs to me."

The next moment, his hand was covered by another warm human palm.

Azathoth hadn't yet realized who had condoned this presumptuous behavior. He was stunned for a moment, then heard the human beside him repeat, "All travelers have homes."

His smile widened slightly, and he half-turned, lifted the human's chin, and looked at him curiously: "Will your next words be, 'This is my home'?"

It seems that you started to develop the habit of entertaining yourself on the Internet from this time?

This thought flashed through Igor's mind, and he said calmly, "No, it's on another planet, in another galaxy."

"Well, Great Prophet?" Azathoth snorted coldly and sat back. "Didn't you say you were my favored one? I command you to sacrifice two more slices of watermelon."

I don’t know if it was his illusion, but I felt that the burning hunger in my stomach subsided a lot during this meaningless conversation.

Or was it really the work of that slice of watermelon?

The god, not very familiar with the human body, thought suspiciously.

Igor agreed and invited him, "Do you want to go out for a walk? Today is Christmas Eve."

"What is Christmas Eve?"

I just heard this name this afternoon.

Igor said: "It's a grand festival."

It was unknown which word touched the god's heart, but he stood up, put on his hood and hid himself in the dark.

"Alright." He said in a muffled voice, "I don't hate androids. Where they appear, humans will become less numerous."

"I don't hate them either." The human's brows softened as he thought of Hugo. "I have a friend who's a android."

"...Really?" Azathoth asked doubtfully, "What's its name?"

"Hugo," Igor replied. "I've read Victor Hugo, but I know nothing about literature."

The god tutted. They bypassed the attention of the others in the house and quietly arrived on the street, which was already shrouded in silvery moonlight. The chirping of insects, crickets, and frogs surrounded them. In the peaceful atmosphere, Azathoth spoke, "Where's the watermelon?"

The human chuckled. He took a quick breath to hide his laughter and whispered, "I'm afraid the fruit shop is closed now. Should I go to the convenience store to buy some cake or marshmallows?"

Oh, and they don't have any money yet.

This was a serious problem. Even though this wasn't the real world, Igor didn't want to rely on stealing to get something for nothing; it was a matter of principle. After leaving the area rumored to have been attacked by the androids, the surroundings gradually became bustling with activity, with Christmas trees draped with colorful lights and giant Santa Claus stickers everywhere. Even though December was the height of summer in Australia, people dressed in thick red coats, Santa hats, and white beards on the dry and sweltering nights, smiling and giving small gifts to passing children.

This place is so vibrant that it is hard to imagine that it will turn into a white and dead planet in a few years.

The sound of fireworks exploding in the air interrupted Azathoth's reply.

They looked in the direction of the sound. A large event was taking place in the brightly lit square. A young girl passed by, holding a sign Igor couldn't understand. Noticing his gaze, she happily waved the sign and said, "Hello! There are free hot dogs and drinks over there, feel free to help yourself! Oh, and couples can also get a fruit platter~"

She winked mischievously, looking at Igor and Azathoth's clasped hands. There wasn't really any 'only couples can take it' rule; she just wanted to make a good-natured joke amidst the lively atmosphere. "Of course, even if you're not a couple... wow!"

Igor suddenly turned around, put his arms around Azathoth's waist and back and kissed him before he could react.

After a brief contact, he turned around and gave the girl a polite smile: "Thank you, is there any watermelon in the fruit platter?"