A world polluted by evil gods (6): mua! (*╯3╰)

Because Si Qi used the excuse of going to see the fountain and feed the pigeons, Chu Feng, who had agreed to accompany him, had to keep up the act. So he reported to the Commander: [Sir, could you send someone to take over the forbidden object Annie is holding? I’ve run into something here and can’t leave.]

The Commander replied: [What happened?]

Chu Feng glanced at Si Qi beside him, who was clearly feigning innocence, and said: [You know I’m temporarily staying at the Marquis’ residence. The young master of the house invited me to go out with him, so…]

The Commander interrogated: [You’re saying that while on duty, you ran into an acquaintance and just decided to go play with him? That’s your explanation?]

Chu Feng thought the Commander was really committed to the act—his detail and delivery were perfect. So he gave a subtle compliment: [The young master is special. I can’t turn down his request.]

Sure enough, the Commander didn’t say anything further.

Chu Feng turned his head slightly and looked at the boy beside him. His cheeks were flushed, and he looked both wronged and comforted—a mix of excitement and shyness.

Was he embarrassed for crying in front of a close friend? So cute.

Chu Feng marveled at how worthy the Commander was of his title—no wonder he could hide his identity for so many years without being uncovered by the many forces that had long opposed the Legion and tried to uncover who the real person behind the Commander’s mask was.

Anyone seeing the boy’s obedient and harmless demeanor would never associate him with the fearsome and ruthless Commander.

That feeling of “only I know your other side” stirred something within Chu Feng. In a gentle voice, he said to Si Qi, “Are you hungry? Did you eat lunch?”

So this was how Chu Feng acted when pursuing someone—with tenderness and warmth. Si Qi, a little entranced, murmured, “I haven’t eaten.” He was then led all the way to the restaurant by Chu Feng, who cared for him in every little detail, as if he were truly a naïve young master who needed constant looking after.

Si Qi…

Si Qi found himself enjoying the feeling.

The monster behind him, for once, wasn’t standing alert and watching the surroundings. Instead, it crouched calmly behind Si Qi, lazily wagging its tail.

Chu Feng found the scene quite novel and couldn’t help but treat Si Qi with even more care, wanting to see even more of the Commander’s different, private sides.

He admitted it—this deeply satisfied the part of him that, upon seeing Si Qi, always wanted to protect him, to keep him safe and carefree forever.

Though both of them were extremely busy and had things to take care of, somehow, as if under a spell, they spent the whole day leisurely together, not wanting to part even when night fell.

Si Qi completely “realized” that in the past ten-plus years, Chu Feng had always been proper on paper, respectful and businesslike in person, never swayed by the intense pursuit of others—he really did like the young master of the Marquis’ household.

One by one, Si Qi crushed to death the shadow assassins who tried to sneak up and kill Chu Feng. Just as he finished off the last of them, Chu Feng suddenly turned around and asked with a smile, “What are you doing?”

Si Qi happened to be stepping on Chu Feng’s shadow, which had shifted due to his movement. He paused, looked down, and stammered, “I… I…”

“Are you playing the shadow-stepping game?” Chu Feng chuckled. “Don’t be embarrassed. You can tell me. I’ll play along.”

Si Qi blushed and said nothing, looking like a child caught doing something childish—annoyed and shy.

Chu Feng found this version of the Commander even more unbearably adorable.

How could someone be this cute?

He was absolutely irresistible.

He almost wanted to hold him in his palm and play with him endlessly.

Being looked at like that made Si Qi feel hot all over, and the monster behind him grew restless, swinging its tail and letting out a low, ambiguous growl.

Under the moonlight, the atmosphere was just too good. Chu Feng unconsciously moved closer to Si Qi, observing the boy’s shy expression in detail.

He admitted he had a bit of a mischievous streak, but opportunities like this were rare. If missed, it might never come again in his life.

This was the Commander, after all.

The Commander!

Just those words alone made Chu Feng feel the boy before him was truly extraordinary.

The boy’s pure and harmless appearance gave Chu Feng the courage to do what he would never dare to do when facing the Commander.

He gently took the boy’s hand. The boy let him, timid and too shy to hold back, making Chu Feng find this kind of interaction even more novel.

It felt like he had struck gold.

And the Commander really didn’t resist at all. He let him hold his hand.

Why would the Commander tolerate him to this extent…

Even though he was the one doing something so outrageous, Chu Feng still found it unbelievable.

He cleared his throat and awkwardly said, “You seemed really happy today.” The monster behind them looked more relaxed than ever. “Do you like being with me?”

Si Qi blushed and nodded. By this point, even he couldn’t tell whether his reactions were still just acting or his true feelings.

Chu Feng cautiously chose his words: “Why do you… like…”

Si Qi’s eyes flashed with confusion for a moment.

Almost involuntarily, he told the truth in a soft voice: “I don’t know. I couldn’t forget you after the first time I saw you. You’re always on my mind…”

A puzzled look appeared on the boy’s face, expressing his inner confusion plainly.

Looking at Si Qi, Chu Feng’s breathing quickened.

He knew Si Qi wasn’t lying, and he knew that Si Qi really didn’t understand why he felt this way. He also knew that the “first time” Si Qi saw him didn’t refer to the recent encounter during the forbidden object incident, but rather a long time ago—back when they were just children.

Back then, his body constitution was nothing like it was now…

Chu Feng’s ears burned. His heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He thought he had already gotten used to the burning stares and obsessive affection that came with his unusual constitution, had learned to deal coldly with even the most intense confessions of love, sometimes even feeling annoyed by them.

But now, suddenly learning that the Commander liked him—Chu Feng found he couldn’t stay calm at all.

Because this was the Commander.

Worshipped by his subordinates, feared by enemies, unfazed by danger, always in complete control—the Commander.

Power, influence, wealth—he lacked none. Character, appearance, intelligence—he was the best of the best. Not to mention that he had silently protected Chu Feng for years without asking for anything in return, and was now patiently guiding him to grow stronger so he could protect himself.

Chu Feng had always respected, admired, and been grateful to Si Qi.

Now, realizing that Si Qi might like him, even someone as used to being pursued as Chu Feng felt overwhelmed.

More importantly, he found that he didn’t mind Si Qi liking him at all.

In fact… when he realized Si Qi might like him, a small part of him was secretly delighted.

He thought of how Si Qi had looked at him with such confused eyes while saying he liked him, as if even he hadn’t fully realized what he felt.

Chu Feng thought, maybe he could be a little more proactive?

He looked up, directly meeting the boy’s pure gaze—so pure it made one reluctant to sully it. Chu Feng thought, maybe this really wasn’t acting.

He truly was very pure—but this purity didn’t come from ignorance of the world or naivety about its darkness. It was the kind of strength and resilience that, even after witnessing so much ugliness and pain, still chose to believe in light and never wavered.

Throughout the day, Chu Feng had spoken a lot with Si Qi—things he normally wouldn’t say within the Legion. They talked about topics that young people would discuss, drifting away from the harsh realities of life: things about the world, about living, about beauty.

Si Qi’s answers were always full of wild imagination and the romantic fantasies typical of youth. He said he hoped for world peace, for a world without war. He wished for everyone to be well-fed, warmly clothed, and smiling happily. He said that if he had the power, he would willingly sacrifice himself to save everyone, because that was a gentleman’s duty.

To any passerby who overheard, it might have sounded childish—like he was too naive to understand how cruel the world really was, and thus could make such innocent, unrealistic declarations.

But Chu Feng, who had glimpsed Si Qi’s soul, knew that not a single word he said was a lie.

He truly meant every bit of it.

And that made Chu Feng deeply and uncontrollably drawn to him. Coming from a world of ruthless business dealings, having seen the worst of humanity, he couldn’t help but yearn for that light.

Because of that, the way he looked at Si Qi grew increasingly gentle, and his eyes held a tenderness even he didn’t realize—like a deep, clear spring that softly enveloped the reflection of the boy, pulling one in so completely there was no escape.

Si Qi could instinctively feel the shift in Chu Feng’s attitude—it felt like stepping onto a soft cloud, being carried high into the sky, losing all sense of reality.

Well… right now he was just an innocent young master unfamiliar with the world. Letting himself follow his heart a little, indulging in a bit of affection, surely wasn’t a problem?

Blushing shyly, the little guy reached his hand forward, interlocking fingers with Chu Feng.

Chu Feng’s heart skipped a beat. He was stunned by the gesture, but for some reason, didn’t pull away.

Something invisible began to spread through the air, sprouting quietly in both of their hearts.

The boy looked up at Chu Feng timidly. When he saw that Chu Feng truly didn’t pull away, he showed a complicated but gentle smile.

His heart slowly settled.

He said, “Let’s go home.”

The monster behind them followed the pair with a light, dazed pace. Its massive, grotesque wings cautiously shielded Chu Feng ahead, letting out the occasional low growl of contentment.

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When they returned to the villa, the Marquis household had already heard about how Si Qi had been bullied by the Duke’s daughter and were furious, wearing sour expressions the entire day. They had waited at home until late at night, just to be there the moment their little one returned so they could shower him with care and comfort.

Especially Si Qi’s older brother—upon learning that the reason Si Qi had been bullied was because the Duke’s daughter was jealous of Chu Feng, he was practically spitting fire whenever he saw Chu Feng.

If that overly protective brother ever found out that their sweet and obedient little brother had had his heart stolen right under his nose by Chu Feng…

He would definitely…

Definitely be too heartbroken to see his brother upset. He’d probably tie Chu Feng—this pig who got the cabbage—straight to his brother’s bed, and with a dark face, prepare all the necessary supplies to avoid his brother… well, getting hurt.

Yes, he doted to that extreme.

Si Qi had no intention of telling anyone about it yet.

He wasn’t mentally prepared.

Besides… he didn’t think this relationship between him and Chu Feng could last very long.

Not because they’d break up due to emotions, but because of other, uncontrollable factors.

Like lifespan.

He didn’t want to worry his parents unnecessarily.

The stand-in subordinate, however, was the first to become aware of the change between Si Qi and Chu Feng.

After all, there was no way Si Qi could hide something like this from him. If, for instance, Chu Feng walked up and suddenly tried to hold the stand-in’s hand or whispered sweet nothings to him while Si Qi wasn’t around, the stand-in might panic and lash out at being “violated,” demanding to know why Chu Feng was acting that way.

That would be a total disaster—and Si Qi didn’t even want to imagine it.

That day, after sending Chu Feng off to handle official duties, Si Qi took two subordinates with him to the Mirror of Truth.

He wanted to ask how to best improve Chu Feng’s power.

The blood on the mirror flowed like a living thing, slowly forming lines of text: “Feed the divine essence inside you to Chu Feng. He will receive tremendous benefits.”

Si Qi lowered his gaze slightly. The two subordinates behind him exchanged complicated looks.

The mirror, being all-knowing, was naturally aware of what these humans were thinking. Like a shrewd merchant, it made no attempt to hide its greed. It said to Si Qi: “If you lose the divine essence, you’ll lose the majority of your power. The corruption will go out of control, and you’ll probably only survive until next year. Why not ask me a few more questions? After all, once you’re dead, your remaining time will go to waste.”

Si Qi showed no particular reaction. He had long been prepared for this. But the two subordinates behind him were furious, glaring at the mirror like it had just murdered their families. They looked ready to smash it into a hundred pieces just to vent their rage.

Si Qi ignored the mirror’s persistent attempts to tempt him into further deals, displaying a ruthless detachment that left no room for persuasion.

That was always how he treated sealed objects—tools to be used, never trusted. He would never take their words to heart, let alone enter into seemingly logical but ultimately fatal agreements.

Those would only lead him step by step into a death trap.

He left the basement with his subordinates. After some hesitation, one finally spoke up: “The divine essence is an SS-rank sealed object. Isn’t it a bit rushed to give it to a new member?”

“And with Chu Feng’s current ability, can he really handle something so powerful? He might lose his mind the moment he touches it.”

“Commander, if your power weakens… What happens if we face danger again? Chu Feng can’t replace you. He can’t hold up the entire Legion.”

They knew that their Commander, just like them, would sacrifice himself without hesitation for the sake of the Legion and the world. That was why they couldn’t just ask Si Qi to treasure his life and keep the divine essence for himself to survive. All they could do was try to dissuade him indirectly from other angles.

But Si Qi was as resolute as ever, leaving no room for argument: “I’ll handle it.”

Seeing this attitude, the two subordinates were deeply discouraged.

Just the thought of the word “next year” weighed heavily on their hearts, rendering them speechless.

Si Qi, however, accepted it calmly.

After all, from the moment he contained his first sealed object, he knew he had started the countdown to death. So many years had passed since then, and in all that time, he had continuously absorbed the deep-rooted corruption from his team members’ souls, carrying far more burden than anyone should. Lasting this long was already a miracle—he had no complaints.

Not to mention, in his final days, he had gained an outstanding boyfriend. A boyfriend who could not only inherit his will and fulfill his wishes, but who also happened to be someone he had liked deeply since childhood. Now that he finally had what he had longed for, Si Qi felt more than satisfied.

The only thing troubling him was that Chu Feng now knew everything about the sealed objects within the Legion, including what Si Qi held and what each one did.

There was no denying how important the divine essence was to Si Qi. Just its presence reduced the corruption others nearby had to endure. The medium for transferring the divine essence, however, had to be human bodily fluids—like blood or saliva. And the transfer process was very obvious.

Though Si Qi could technically order Chu Feng to ingest his blood using his authority as Commander, Chu Feng would surely resist—and the psychological pressure would be intense. Receiving the divine essence would, after all, mean accelerating the Commander’s death.

Si Qi thought it over and came up with an idea.

In the middle of the night, Chu Feng’s door was knocked on.

Normally, if the Commander wanted to find him, he’d just come in through the window. So the proper door knock this time caught Chu Feng off guard.

“What is it?” Knowing it wasn’t a good idea to talk in the hallway, Chu Feng invited the boy into his room.

The boy was holding a pillow in his arms, wearing pajamas, cheeks flushed pink, eyes sparkling.

“Brother Chu Feng, can I sleep with you tonight?”

The boy shyly made his request.

Chu Feng was stunned.

Honestly, if Si Qi hadn’t asked and just shown up wearing his mask, things would’ve gone as usual—this wasn’t something the Commander hadn’t done before.

Trying to figure out the boy’s logic but failing, Chu Feng nodded obediently, not realizing just how inappropriate his reaction was. Would a normal person agree to let someone sleep in their bed in the middle of the night before even officially confirming the relationship? By nodding, he had basically accepted the relationship and was willing to take the next step.

That was exactly how Si Qi interpreted it.

Seeing that Chu Feng not only didn’t refuse but even invited him into the bedroom, Si Qi took it as clear confirmation that Chu Feng was willing to be his boyfriend. Pressing his lips together, he hugged his soft pillow, walked to Chu Feng’s bed, and shyly, excitedly lifted the blanket and crawled in.

He even patted the empty space next to him and said, not particularly nervous (he was used to it): “Come on, Brother.”

Chu Feng walked over and lay down, still wondering what on earth was going on with the Commander today.

Then a soft, warm body snuggled into his arms.

Chu Feng: ???

His whole body tensed up. Images of the Commander’s usual imposing demeanor flashed through his mind. It was hard to imagine that person curling up in his embrace. The next second, an arm wrapped gently around his neck, and the boy’s smooth, pale cheek pressed against his skin. Soft, jelly-like lips brushed his face—carefully, almost like they were seeking confirmation or signaling something.

Chu Feng…

A tingling sensation surged through his body, making him feel like it no longer belonged to him.

The Commander… What is the Commander doing?!?!

A sweet voice whispered to him: “Brother Chu Feng, did you think about me while you were working today?”

Chu Feng, brain hazy, thought: You were with me all day—of course I was thinking about you constantly.

The boy frowned slightly and gently shook Chu Feng’s shoulder: “Brother Chu Feng…”

Chu Feng could only nod and say, “I did… I did think of you.”

Only then did the boy smile happily and, resting in Chu Feng’s arms, said, “Let’s kiss.”

Chu Feng’s body jolted: “Huh?!”

The boy looked wronged: “You don’t like it? You don’t want to do that with me?”

Chu Feng was completely thrown.

His mind turned to mush. He had no idea how things had developed to this point.

Just imagining the Commander asking to kiss him like that made Chu Feng feel like something was igniting inside him, his blood surging wildly.

His adam’s apple bobbed. He couldn’t stop himself from saying, “I do want to.”

“Then let’s try it…” The boy licked his lips, making his already soft and pink lips look even more tempting.

Chu Feng was captivated by the sight. His hand moved to the boy’s back, gently pressing him down.

Lips touched lips—just a brush, and it was enough to blank the mind, trapping him in intoxicated bliss, forgetting everything.

Teeth clinked softly, tongues entwined, like electricity racing up from the spine to the top of the head, making every nerve tremble.

Chu Feng’s breathing grew rapid. He wrapped his arms tightly around the boy, rolled him beneath his body, and lost himself deeper in the sensation.

Si Qi hadn’t expected Chu Feng’s reaction to be so intense. But thinking about how much Chu Feng liked him, it made sense. He didn’t resist Chu Feng’s advances—just opened his mouth and let him in. At the same time, he subtly transferred the sealed divine essence in his blood into Chu Feng’s body through the kiss.

Chu Feng had no idea what was happening. It was his first kiss—he had no basis for comparison. All he felt was a hot current flowing down his throat, filling him with energy, like an endless supply of strength that made him want to shout out loud.

He thought he was just too excited. His whole body felt incredibly good, like something that had been missing for so long had finally returned.

He clung to Si Qi, who had already accomplished his goal and was ready to stop, for a very long time. Even after Si Qi’s lips were swollen and red from being kissed, Chu Feng still wouldn’t let go.

In the haze, Si Qi forced his eyes open. His tear-bright eyes were tinged red at the corners, his pretty face looking especially pitiful, and his soft voice trembled with breathless gasps.

Thinking about how he’d have to explain things to the stand-in tomorrow—to get his lips to look the same—Si Qi felt a little regret.

Still, he was enjoying it now.

And deep in Si Qi’s subconscious, in the dim darkness of his mind, a tiny point of light floated in his sea of consciousness, absorbing the surrounding world’s energy.

Suddenly, the influx of power from the outside world increased. Surrounded by the growing force, the tiny creature began to strengthen, stretching out its delicate limbs, and with a small “pop,” grew a single eye.

It looked hideously ugly.

But that didn’t matter—everything around it felt comforting and safe.

It liked this place.

Acting on instinct, it began to organize the data inside itself, like a revived creature remembering how to breathe.

World energy. Dimensional travel. Lord god. Master. Bit by bit, the memories returned.

When it remembered its master’s name, the little creature gleefully wagged its tail in the sea of consciousness, looking quite content.

In a voice as tiny as a mosquito, it chirped: “Master! Master! Master!”

Still being held tightly in Chu Feng’s arms, lying in bed, Si Qi frowned slightly and subconsciously snuggled a little closer.

Chu Feng’s face was filled with lingering tenderness. Seeing that even in his sleep the Legion Commander looked so adorably peaceful, he couldn’t hide the affection welling up in his heart. Smiling, he gently pulled the blanket up, covering Si Qi snugly.

After a moment of thought, he couldn’t resist the desire in his heart and lowered his head to kiss Si Qi.

The little creature, seeing its master didn’t respond, wasn’t discouraged. It continued reading the data within its body, sending out faint and weak signals to connect with the consciousness of this world.

No, wait—he should be calling it that despicable kidnapper!

The little creature organized the scattered and fragmented data, recalling many things from the past. Occasionally, when the world power in Si Qi’s body slightly increased, it could grab some to absorb, allowing it to catch a glimpse of the outside world and see what its master looked like.

Later on, as its “body” became increasingly healthier, and it understood more and more, it would chirp nonstop to express its existence to Si Qi: “Master! Master!”

It never got tired of doing this.

Si Qi heard the voice the next morning, while out on a mission.

At the time, he was dealing with a very dangerous forbidden object. After realizing that his strength and resistance to pollution had decreased due to the loss of the divine essence, his mood wasn’t particularly good. So when he suddenly heard this unusually distinct hallucination, he frowned.

Due to what happened the previous night, Chu Feng was currently more concerned about Si Qi than he had ever been. Noticing something was wrong, he immediately asked, “What’s wrong?”

Si Qi responded calmly, “Over a month ago, I was attacked by a strange force and heard an unfamiliar voice. Now it’s appearing again.”

Yes, even though he experienced many auditory hallucinations every day, he could still clearly distinguish between different voices.

Chu Feng’s expression darkened. “Whispers of the Evil God?”

Although he had never been seriously corrupted himself, and didn’t know what kind of pain those voices brought to the enforcers, the moment voices appeared in someone’s head, it was almost always due to contamination by an evil god’s will.

The look in Si Qi’s eyes behind his mask turned a bit odd.

He hesitated for a moment, then said, “Possibly. But this voice doesn’t feel threatening at all. On the contrary, it’s rather…”

He weighed his words carefully and picked a term he felt was the most accurate.

“…silly?”

Xiu Xiu: [………………]

QAQ!!!