After a long pause, he finally finished speaking, "You kissed me."
"What?!"
"Who? What did they do? What did they do to you?"
"Yan Sizhan, have you lost your mind?"
"Which dog dares to defile my Eighth Executor?!"
The hall erupted in chaos.
Yan Sizhan didn't say a word before his figure disappeared from the main hall.
The phantom turned and followed.
"If you ask me, Yan Sizhan is just sick."
"If he wasn't sick, why would he put such a perverted restriction on himself?"
“As an executor under the God Lord, one is not allowed to have emotions. Yan Sizhan has violated the God Lord's rules more than once…”
"Stop arguing."
The temple, which had been as cold and silent as ever for thousands of years, had never been so lively as it was today. A gentle female voice stopped them, "He will make his own decision on the matter of the Eighth Executive Officer. The issue of heresy has not yet been resolved. The plan is only ten percent complete. If you quarrel here, you may disturb the God Lord."
The main hall fell silent instantly, returning to its original tranquility.
Outside the temple.
The phantom crouched down, ran its hand over Yan Sizhan, and said in a colder voice, "Your divine power is fading."
“The barrier is broken.” Yan Sizhan sat half-on the ground with his long hair loose. The rich dark green color made his skin look extremely white. He looked weak, like smoke that might dissipate at any moment. “Ares, I want to enter the game.”
Ares's expression changed slightly. "Do you know what you're saying?"
“The prohibition has been broken, and I can no longer return to the throne. That would be tantamount to betraying the God Lord.” Yan Sizhan sat cross-legged on the ground, his dark eyes gleaming with blue light, his voice clear and cold. “I must personally enter the game to find her and kill her.”
Ares was silent for a moment, then said, “Then you’re essentially giving up your status as an executor, losing your divine power, and becoming an ordinary gamer. Even if you kill her, you can only return to your divine throne by completing the game.”
Yan Sizhan lowered his eyes, looking at the ordinary dagger in his hand. He seemed to recall the warmth on his lips, and a look of confusion appeared on his face. "Ares, why did she kiss me?"
Ares: "..."
Isn't this topic jumping around too fast?
A player daring to kiss the executive officer sounds outrageous.
If you're not bewitched by his good looks and lust leads you to act recklessly, then you've made a mistake in your relationship.
Yan Sizhan frowned. "My illusion in the mental hospital seemed to actually kneel on the ground and beg her to marry me. Is that what you call a marriage proposal?"
Ares: "...??"
Yan Sizhan frowned even more deeply. "She also said that she and I have a son."
Ares: "...???"
As is well known, the Eighth Executive is a being completely devoid of emotion, with a peculiar thought process and behavior.
He now suspected that Yan Sizhan had entered the game not to kill the person who broke his seal, but to find out why that person had kissed him...
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