Quick Transmigration: Help, The Male Leads Are All Broken!

Death accompanied Su Tang as they strolled through the banquet, eating quite a bit of food. This was the young lady's first time in the Divine Realm, and he even wanted to take her to some beautiful places to enjoy themselves. However, Su Tang refused.

“My Lord, I want to go back.”

“You don't like it here?”

After accepting the God of Love's death, everyone returned to their previous state. Even the God of Light came over to chat with her for a bit. However, this didn't prevent Su Tang from disliking them.

Her own Death God, although bad-tempered, arrogant, and sharp-tongued, was truly the type of person who wouldn't bother you if you didn't bother him. In fact, compared to those two-faced individuals, he was easier to get along with.

In her opinion, when he liked something, he liked it. He wouldn't weigh the pros and cons, nor would he be hypocritical.

“Compared to here, I think the Death God’s Palace is better.” Su Tang's words were incredibly sincere. Although the Divine Realm was beautiful, she preferred the Death God’s Palace because her Death God was there.

Death was somewhat stunned. He disliked humans, partly because humans also disliked him. Compared to darkness, humans preferred light. Therefore, he subconsciously thought the young lady would like the Divine Realm. After all, for humans, being able to come to the Divine Realm was the highest honor.

“Although there are lights in the Death God’s Palace, they are all fake, illusions created by night pearls and various crystals. Outside the Death God’s Palace, the entire Underworld is actually shrouded in darkness.” He liked the young lady, but at the same time, he didn't want to deceive her. “Further away, there is a black river filled with countless skeletons. Around it, there are wandering ghosts. They are muddleheaded, without memories or reason. What awaits them is disappearance, in the truest sense, vanishing from this world.”

Su Tang quietly listened to him finish. Death rarely spoke much, but this time, he spoke quite a bit, albeit haltingly.

His central point was only one: the entire Underworld was both dangerous and ugly.

“My Lord, are you finished?” Su Tang's face showed no fear. Instead, she sincerely said, “I've seen everything you've described in these past three years. Moreover, I like the Death God’s Palace not because I like the Death God’s Palace, but because you, My Lord, are in the Death God’s Palace.”

“Ding, Blackening Value decreased by 10%, current Blackening Index: 60%.”

Death symbolized death and danger. However, in essence, it was never Death who truly caused death and danger.

For example, the God of Love, and those greedy humans.

Su Tang began to understand where Death's arrogant personality came from. For a god not loved by the world, indifference was the best disguise. But if you approached him proactively, showing some kindness, like the little black cat on the verge of death back then, he saved it without hesitation.

Thinking about it this way, Death was… rather cute.

For instance, right now, because of her one sentence, this fellow's Blackening Value had actually dropped.

“My Lord, shall we go home?”

The word "home" made Death's pupils constrict slightly. In his view, the Death God’s Palace was never his home. It was just a place to live, without anyone inside worth his anticipation or wait.

But now, he seemed to have found that person.

“Yes, let's go home.”

A smile gradually tinged his inky pupils. In the distance, the God of Light watched this scene and smiled silently and gently.

Death's departure didn't cause much of a stir at the banquet. Of course, some people had initially commented on his words, but they were all refuted by the God of Light.

Thus, gradually, the topic shifted away from Death.

As for Su Tang and Death, the moment they returned to the Death God’s Palace, Mocha prepared various delicacies and dishes.

“My Lord, Miss Persephone.”

Su Tang wanted to say she was full, but Mocha continued, “The food in the Divine Realm has been the same for millennia. It gets tiresome after one taste. It's not as good as the delicacies in the Death God’s Palace. Look, here's your favorite roasted meat, and fine wine. Oh right, Miss Persephone probably can't drink the Divine Realm's wine yet, but this wine is fine.”

Su Tang had just been regretting not being able to drink fine wine, and now, hearing Mocha's words, her eyes lit up. “Does it taste the same?”

Mocha said with a straight face, “With all due respect, the things in the Divine Realm are all trash.”

Su Tang chuckled. She glanced surreptitiously at Death beside her, then said with a smile, “Yes, the things in the Divine Realm are all trash. Our Death God’s Palace is still the best.”

Her gaze shifted over inadvertently. Death wasn't blind; of course, he noticed.

Being cared for like this for the first time, Death felt a little uncomfortable, even his ears felt slightly flushed and warm. But Mocha, that clueless fellow, was still chattering away.

“Yes, although the Divine Realm appears bright, the gods inside are rotten to the core.”

Su Tang nodded. “Yes, our Lord is still the cutest.”

Mocha was about to nod in agreement, but halfway through, he froze completely.

Wait, although the gods of the Divine Realm were rotten to the core… our Lord wasn't cute! Did Miss Persephone have some misunderstanding about the word cute?!

Mocha really couldn't bring himself to lie and praise him. He could praise his Lord for being handsome and beautiful, and he could also praise his Lord for his powerful divine power, but the word cute simply didn't exist on his Lord, okay?!

“I think, our Lord…”

Seeing the conversation going further and further off track, Death couldn't listen anymore. “Alright, you can leave now.” He interrupted the conversation and then said, “Miss Persephone has already eaten her fill. Take all those things away.”

Since Lord Death had spoken, Mocha could only excuse himself. However, before he left, Su Tang kept the wine.

“My Lord, would you like some?”

Death had returned to his usual composure. He glanced at the wine on the table and said disdainfully, “This wine isn't strong enough. It's only for humans to taste.”

Su Tang knew him too well. Hearing his tone, she knew this fellow was being arrogant again. “Then, My Lord, could you accompany this human to taste it? Drinking alone isn't fun; it's better with two people.”

Death spent most of his time alone. The only one he could talk to was the Demon King. However, everyone had their own matters to attend to and couldn't always stay together. Therefore, his relationship with the Demon King was like the 君子之交淡如水 (gentleman's friendship as light as water) idiom.

Su Tang had already poured the wine. “Come, cheers.”

Death looked at the wine glass in his hand and reluctantly picked it up to clink glasses with her.

The wine was fragrant and pure. After drinking one cup, Su Tang couldn't help but pour a second. “My Lord, would you like more?” Although she asked, she filled his cup again before he could answer.

Death looked at the refilled wine glass and fell silent.

He discovered for the first time that his little lady was actually a bit of a wine enthusiast.

Su Tang, feeling merry from the drink, couldn't help but pull him to play a game. She blushed easily when drinking. She wasn't drunk yet, but her little face was flushed, making her particularly charming.

“My Lord, just drinking seems a bit boring. Do you know how to play rock-paper-scissors? It's okay if you don't; I'll teach you!”

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