Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 355

Chapter 355

Every Divine Attendant in the square froze in place.

The Divine Temple fell into a terrified silence, so complete that even the wind brushing through strands of hair could be heard.

At that moment, nearly everyone felt as though their hearts had been hollowed out. They could not breathe. Tears streamed down their faces, yet none of them dared make a sound.

Because God hated noise.

Cassius stood on the steps, looking up at God. He felt exactly the same as the other Divine Attendants.

“Master, where will you go?”

Struggling to remain calm, he asked the question with a smile.

“I will become like a human, passing through life and death over and over again until no trace of God remains within me.”

“It’s a wonderful idea, isn’t it, Cassius?” Perhaps God was in an excellent mood, for God slowly revealed the plan. “The day the God of Dreams vanished, fate lost its power to bind me.”

Then, as if remembering something, God added,

“Oh, right. In addition to exiling you, I will also strip you of your status as Divine Attendants.”

“Will you ever come back?”

Cassius pressed on, doing his best to keep a calm smile in his voice. That way, he would not irritate God.

“I will.”

God turned and lowered God’s head slightly to look at him, explaining with unexpected patience,

“But forcing fate to submit will take a very long time. By then, you will surely have vanished from this world. After all, I will have stripped you of your status as Divine Attendants, so you will be exiled to the Human Realm.”

Cassius raised his youthful face. The serene smile remained on his lips, but inside, his heart was bleeding.

God seemed not to notice.

“Cassius…” God suddenly said. “I remember you have an older brother.”

“Yes, Master.” Cassius struggled to understand why God would mention his brother now. “You banished him long ago, and in the Human Realm, he became a monster that survives by drinking blood.”

They were twins. Before his brother was exiled, God had spoken only to Cassius’s brother.

It was only after his brother could no longer suppress his love for God that his duties had fallen to Cassius.

Cassius did not feel sorry that his brother had been punished with exile.

They had merely been created by God at the same time. Compared to the other Divine Attendants, they looked more alike, but they had never been particularly close.

It was also because of his brother that Cassius understood this: no matter how deeply one loved God, one could never covet God.

“Every trace of God must disappear. That includes the punishments I handed down.”

God spoke as Cassius was lost in his memories.

Then, as though not daring to set foot in the Human Realm again so readily in a divine body, God became troubled.

“Forget it. Once I enter the cycle of life and death, I will deal with it myself.”

God murmured under God’s breath.

“Oh, right! Tell everyone to hand over everything connected to me. Now, this instant. I will destroy it all together!”

God issued another command.

…

God looked at the small mountain of objects piled in the center of the square.

Among them were beautiful gifts God had bestowed while in a good mood, as well as discarded objects God had abandoned in corners, only for the Divine Attendants to retrieve and treasure them as precious keepsakes.

God raised a hand, thoughtfully stroking God’s chin with jade-white fingers.

As though sensing that something was amiss, the eyes hidden beneath gray feathers slowly swept over the tearful Children gathered behind God.

“Is this truly everything connected to me?”

God knew all.

Thus, once God gave an order, no one dared attempt to hide anything.

Cassius glanced at the Divine Attendants, then nodded hesitantly.
The next second, a gaze settled on him. Cassius felt it.

Cassius tensed. Peering at God through the gray feathers, his emerald eyes shone with reverence.

He kept his composure, doing his best not to let God realize he had hidden something away.

Perhaps it was because God no longer had a heart, or perhaps… Whatever the reason, after a moment, God’s probing gaze moved on.

God raised a finger slightly, and the “little mountain” was engulfed in scarlet flames. In the blink of an eye, not even ashes remained.

[The Divine Temple and I will disappear in a great fire.]

[If you do not wish to be consumed by the flames, leave as soon as possible.]

After delivering those final words, God’s figure flickered and returned to the stone chair.

The Divine Attendants had barely blinked before they were forcibly removed from the Divine Temple plaza and returned to their respective quarters.

They looked back toward the plaza and saw crimson flames spreading like blood.

Soon, anguished sobs spread among the Divine Attendants as well.

…

Every Divine Attendant missed God. Every Divine Attendant was heartbroken.

Even though ordinary people in the Human Realm revered them and treated them with greater honor than kings, a great many Divine Attendants still took their own lives.

They hoped their deaths would earn God’s pity and attention.

But God never appeared.

Like the other Divine Attendants, Cassius yearned for God with a frenzied desperation after being cast into the Human Realm.

He wanted to see God.

He wanted to return to God’s side.

Desperately.

He would have gladly lain on the floor and served as God’s footrest.

And so, he opened the book, took out the feather that had turned dull and dark gray after being severed from God’s body, and placed it beneath a glass dome. Every day, he watered it with his own blood.

Eventually, the feather sprouted and grew into a feather-covered ‘Tree’ beneath the glass dome.

But it demanded more and more blood.

Cassius came up with a solution.

He sought out his elder brother and the other Divine Attendants.

He persuaded them to drink blood as his brother did, then use the blood stored within their bodies to water the ‘Tree’.

He concealed the fact that drinking blood would corrupt them and twist their appearance into something hideous.

Cassius could no longer afford to care.

As long as the ‘Tree’ could point him toward God in every incarnation, he was willing to commit any sin.

Once God returned, God would surely punish him severely. Surely.

Cassius was afraid, yet he also longed for it.

However, the direction indicated by the ‘Tree’ was not always entirely accurate.

This incarnation, for instance…

…

A gust of night wind blew the door open.

Cassius abruptly woke from his dream, his fingers instinctively tightening around the hard object in his palm.

It was the newly repaired Amber Ring, glimmering faintly in the light of the Fluorite Lamp.

His gaze fell on the familiar engravings inside the ring, and his fingertips gently traced their delicate lines.

Many of the ring’s details, including the spatial magic contained within it, were identical to his former craftsmanship.

Could this truly not be a ring he had made with his own hands?

Cassius had no memory of it whatsoever.

He rose to his feet, only to stop abruptly.

His gaze swept across the corners of the room, and his brow furrowed slightly.

The room appeared unchanged, but he detected traces of an unfamiliar magical fluctuation lingering in the air.

At last, he understood why he had fallen into such a deep sleep. Someone had cast sleep magic on him, and the caster was a High-level Mage highly skilled in mental magic.

“It seems someone didn’t want me to wake up…”