Ma Hongjun stood in the corner of the room, his fingertips trembling slightly, the emotions churning in his chest almost overwhelming him.
No longer his usual carefree and lecherous self, the impetuousness brought by the evil fire had faded from his eyes, leaving only the relief of having survived a disaster.
He looked down at his still youthful hands, feeling the remaining twenty-eight levels of spirit power within him, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
In his past life in the God Realm, although he had achieved the Phoenix God Position, he had always been a marginal figure among the gods, with low strength, unable to even protect those he wanted to.
But now, he had been reborn back to his youth; everything was still in time.
Those past regrets and pains now had a chance to be mended.
Seeing Dai Mubai's almost paranoid tugging of Zhu Zhuqing and Oscar's hypocritical and indifferent appearance when Ning Rongrong was in danger, Ma Hongjun understood in an instant.
These two guys had also regained their memories of their past lives.
A wave of complex emotions welled up in his heart, and Ma Hongjun subconsciously clenched his fists.
Others might not know the ways of Dai Mubai and Oscar, but he knew them all too well.
But... he wasn't exactly a good person either.
Forcibly seizing goddesses and treating low-ranking divine officials with weak strength as playthings to be toyed with at will was just a daily occurrence for them, a "seasoning" for their dull life in the God Realm.
He still remembered once stumbling upon Dai Mubai forcibly taking away a goddess who had ascended to the God Realm from another World, her desperate cries echoing through the clouds.
Yet Dai Mubai had a smug look on his face, while Oscar stood by his side, fanning the flames.
Then there was Zhu Zhuqing; in her past life in the God Realm, she lived like a caged bird. Although she was the noble Goddess of Speed, she was controlled at every turn by the Asura God, Tang San.
Ning Rongrong's situation was no better; Oscar's philandering and heartlessness, combined with Tang San's indulgence, meant she never had a chance to stand out.
He had tried to stand up for them before, but they were, after all, the lawfully wedded wives of Dai Mubai and Oscar.
It wasn't something he should have interfered with.
Later, he really couldn't stand it anymore. The desperate eyes of those goddesses and low-ranking divine officials pierced his heart like needles.
It made him think of his late wife, Bai Chenxiang.
She was originally qualified to ascend to the God Realm, but an accident occurred on the path to godhood, causing her origin to be damaged and denying her entry to the God Realm.
Seeing Dai Mubai and Oscar being so decadent.
He thought of Tang San.
He thought Tang San would uphold justice and stop Dai Mubai and Oscar's behavior.
But when he gathered the courage to find Tang San and reveal everything, what he got in return was even deeper despair.
Tang San looked at him with a gentle but distant smile, and told him in a flat tone.
"Hongjun, the God Realm has its own rules. There are some things you shouldn't get involved in."
At that moment, Ma Hongjun realized that this seemingly impartial and selfless God King had long since joined Dai Mubai and Oscar's "revelry."
They were in cahoots, using power and strength to turn the God Realm into a paradise where they could do as they pleased.
Thinking of this, Ma Hongjun's gaze became complex.
That's right.
He had eventually participated in the revelry of Tang San and the others in the God Realm.
Because he knew very well the price of not fitting in.
From then on, he completely understood that there was almost no difference between the God Realm and the continent. The hierarchy in the God Realm was strict, and its system could only be described as corrupt and decadent.
And these weren't isolated cases.
Having been reborn, he saw Tang San again, who appeared harmless.
But he knew that beneath this skin was hidden the future God King who would be cold, selfish, and indulgent of evil.
He didn't know how to face Tang San.
What puzzled him even more was Dai Mubai's attitude toward Fu Qin.
Just a moment ago, Dai Mubai had attacked Fu Qin with a fierce look in his eyes, but in the blink of an eye, he was acting like a brother to him.
This was simply too abnormal.
Who was Dai Mubai? He was the notorious War God of the God Realm, violent, proud, and arrogant. Except for Tang San, when had he ever been so amiable to anyone?
Moreover, Fu Qin was only a level thirty-four Spirit Grandmaster. Before the future God King Dai Mubai, he was just an insignificant minor character.
Yet Dai Mubai happened to hold Fu Qin in high regard, and his change in attitude was so complete that Ma Hongjun was left bewildered.
He looked up toward the front.
Fu Qin stood in the center of the room, his posture upright, his face handsome, with a faint smile on his lips, calmly dealing with Dai Mubai's "gestures of goodwill."
His eyes were calm and rippleless, as if the conflict with Dai Mubai just now was just a trivial matter.
Although he was just a youth, he possessed a steadiness and mystery that far exceeded his peers.
Especially the powerful physical strength he showed when he collided with Dai Mubai earlier, it shocked Ma Hongjun.
This Fu Qin was definitely not simple.
Ma Hongjun thought to himself.
The atmosphere in the room became increasingly strange and subtle.
Dai Mubai enthusiastically approached Fu Qin, patting his shoulder and speaking in an intimate tone.
"Brother Fu Qin, that was a misunderstanding just now. I was just missing Zhuqing too much and lost my composure for a moment.
Rest assured, from now on we are good brothers. If anything happens, your big brother will have your back!"
His heterochromatic eyes were full of "sincerity," as if the person who wanted to kill Ning Rongrong just now wasn't him.
Fu Qin smiled faintly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
He could feel the faint malice coming from Dai Mubai. Although it was suppressed by the Intelligence Reduction Halo and the God-level Luck Buff, it hadn't completely disappeared.
Fu Qin remained vigilant toward this War God who had regained all his past memories.
Ning Rongrong stood beside Fu Qin, her small hand tightly grasping his sleeve, her face full of confusion.
She really couldn't understand Dai Mubai's logic. He was fierce and malicious just a moment ago, but now he was so enthusiastic toward Fu Qin; he was simply like a madman.
However, seeing Fu Qin's calm and composed appearance, the unease in her heart gradually dissipated.
At this moment, she felt that as long as Fu Qin was by her side, he could provide her with the greatest sense of security.
Zhu Zhuqing leaned in Xiao Wu's arms, her cold and elegant features still somewhat pale, her eyes full of vigilance as she looked at Dai Mubai.
Dai Mubai's tugging earlier had left her with lingering fears, and his current transformation made her skin crawl even more.
She didn't understand why he would suddenly become like this. That bone-deep paranoia and madness made her feel fear from the bottom of her heart.
Xiao Wu's eyes were somewhat cold and vigilant.
As a reborn person, she naturally knew the true nature of Dai Mubai and Oscar.
She just didn't expect that after regaining their memories, they would expose themselves so completely.
Oscar stood to the side with a hypocritical smile on his face, but his eyes were secretly sizing up Fu Qin.
Like Dai Mubai, he was wary of Fu Qin's strength.
The collision between Fu Qin and Dai Mubai just now made him clearly recognize that this seemingly ordinary youth was definitely a character not to be underestimated.
Ma Hongjun watched this bizarre scene, the doubts in his heart deepening.