Desert Book - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Isis, who wields authority over life and creation, could be described as having the ultimate Male Mommy constitution.

He was the player’s eternal safe harbor in the game.

When a player first entered the game, Isis was like an oasis in the desert compared to the reclusive God of Death, the cold God of Light, and the malicious God of Darkness.

He was gentle and kind, with a flawless personality, and held nothing but absolute trust and goodwill toward the player-the “Newborn God.”

As the God of Life, he believed it was his responsibility to nurture and guide a Newborn God. So, while the other three deities avoided me like the plague, only Isis took the initiative to bring me back to his Divine Realm.

Among the four romanceable targets, he was also the one with the highest initial affection level toward me.

There was no need to cater to his specific tastes or resolve any deep-seated trauma; simply spending time with him in the Life God’s Domain was enough to make his affection levels skyrocket.

He was arguably the easiest target to conquer.

But precisely because he was so easy to win over…

Once I finished collecting all of Isis’s CGs, I never went back to see him again.

Even though I received many messages from him afterward, I ignored every single one of them.

Despite that, Isis never got angry or lost affection; his letters simply became more frequent.

An Isis like that was undoubtedly the target I wanted to encounter most right now.

Even if the System said the gods had been corrupted by their long wait, this was Isis we were talking about.

Please, how bad could a gentle Male Mommy really get, even if he did turn dark?

Sure enough, despite his aggressive entrance, the moment he heard I was thirsty, Isis immediately reverted to that tender, nurturing Male Mommy.

With a look of pure pity, he pulled me into his embrace. With a flick of his wrist, a stream of the clearest, sweetest spring water began to flow continuously from his fingertip.

Then, he pressed that dripping finger into my mouth.

I instinctively swallowed the water. Once I realized what was happening, I quickly pressed against his fingertip, trying to push it out.

Isis thought I was just being playful. He shook his head with an indulgent smile, and while the spring water continued to flow from his fingertip, he applied a bit more pressure with his hand.

“Don’t be naughty. Be careful not to choke.”

I tried to speak. “I don’t-mmph!”

“It’s alright, it’s alright. I will feed you until you’re full,” Isis’s voice remained soft, like a mother who would always forgive her child. “As long as I keep you full, you won’t run away again, right?”

He looked up, and the Nile River glowed once more. The vortex in the center of the river grew larger, eventually transforming into a passage leading to the Life God’s Domain.

Isis picked me up with one arm and carried me toward the passage.

The breeze by the Nile River ruffled the God of Life’s golden hair. Every hue in the scene was warm and beautiful.

He tilted his head, his high bridge of his nose pressing against my cheek, and let out a sigh of pure contentment.

“Xie Weila, welcome home.”