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Yan Zhao withdrew from his memories and quietly gazed at Rong Yu, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed. His eyes held a complex, indescribable emotion.
In the past, Rong Yu would never have slept so unguardedly in his presence. Every time he appeared in the Demon King’s bedroom, it was to capture him without a word. Rong Yu would immediately wake up, seemingly teasing him lazily, but inwardly on high alert, scheming and calculating his escape.
The Demon King loved to sleep, wanting to have a good dream comfortably, even taking a soft cushion with him when escaping. Yet, he had never let Rong Yu sleep peacefully.
He was probably Rong Yu’s nightmare.
…What kind of messed up things had he done before? Yan Zhao felt immense regret.
Even though the real culprit had died a gruesome death at his hands, the injustice he had inflicted on Rong Yu was irreversible. If the Demon King wasn’t powerful enough, he might have been wrongly killed at their first encounter.
The look of despair in the Demon King’s eyes the moment he was pointed at by his golden sword was like a thorn in his heart, an unforgettable memory for Yan Zhao.
Even facing the wall in repentance wasn’t enough to erase his misjudgment; he deserved to be stuck in the wall reflecting.
Thinking of this, the slight blush caused by embarrassment faded from Yan Zhao’s face.
There were no lights in the room, but the advanced zombie’s vision allowed him to see everything clearly.
Rong Yu was a restless sleeper, the blanket completely off his body. He lay curled up in a small ball, clutching a pillow tightly, a posture that showed a deep lack of security.
The proud and invincible Demon King was so vulnerable in his sleep.
Why such a lack of security?
Yan Zhao could easily imagine Rong Yu being woken up countless times from his sleep during the chase, having to deal with him, leaving psychological scars…
These post-traumatic symptoms were all his fault.
A pang of pain arose in his heart, quickly spreading throughout his entire being.
He was born the Sun God, his radiance illuminating all beings. Universal love meant never having a preference, the most affectionate yet the most ruthless.
Years ago, he had competed with the Evil God for the position of the main god in the Myriad Gods Realm. The Evil God, whose divinity was engraved with selfishness and evil, was willing to give up power and authority for love.
Yan Zhao didn’t understand how love could have such power. He coldly observed the workings of the vast world, witnessing countless love affairs and romantic encounters, but never participating in them, nor understanding their essence. He only found them tedious.
When a god had seen too many worlds, even the most novel and interesting stories became boring, including love stories. He had guarded the Myriad Gods Realm for countless years, his heart long since devoid of ripples.
Until the rebellious Demon King emerged, forcing him to leave the Myriad Gods Realm, chasing him into the vast world, experiencing the prosperity of the mortal world. Those worlds were no longer cold screens developing according to schedule in his eyes; he could personally experience their beauty.
The most beautiful scenery among them was Rong Yu in red.
Ripples arose in his heart, but he didn’t know why.
Now he finally understood what love was, it had become a vast ocean, but the person he loved had been pushed to the other shore by him, separated by a sea of deep hatred and blood.
Yan Zhao: “…”
Headache. What to do with this situation?
As Yan Zhao was agonizing, Rong Yu turned over, kicking off the blanket, his long legs exposed beneath his pajamas.
Yan Zhao chuckled. Afraid that his mortal body would catch a cold, he used his spatial ability to levitate the blanket, tucking it securely around Rong Yu in mid-air.
Rong Yu didn’t stay still for long, turning over and kicking off the blanket again.
Helpless, Yan Zhao repeated the trick, acting as a qualified blanket-covering zombie tool.
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The next day, Rong Yu woke up to see a person buried in the wall.
Oh, to be precise, a zombie.
Or a god?
Whatever, it was a humanoid creature anyway.
This scene should have been a horror movie segment, but Yan Zhao’s face was so incredibly handsome that even hanging on the wall, he looked like a mural, as if in an art film scene.
Rong Yu had complained about the ugly wallpaper of this house last night, but with Yan Zhao as decoration, it instantly became pleasing to the eye.
Rong Yu yawned and said vaguely, “You can come out now and wash up in the bathroom.”
Staying in the wall all night, he must be covered in dust and dirt.
Yan Zhao immediately went to the bathroom and quickly cleaned himself with his water ability. He didn’t dare use any of his main god powers, otherwise Rong Yu would definitely detect the divine power fluctuations.
Yan Zhao didn’t want to fight him.
He would never lay a hand on Rong Yu again… but the other party probably wanted to kill him.
In the small worlds, they were almost always chasing and escaping, rarely confronting each other head-on. Firstly, the Demon King was no match for the Main God in a direct confrontation, and secondly, a battle at their level would definitely affect the vast world, causing more serious space-time loopholes, even the fall of countless small worlds. Rong Yu’s power in his prime was equivalent to that of the Main God Realm. The destructive power of a battle at the main god level could only be endured by the Myriad Gods Realm or a black hole. The only time Yan Zhao injured Rong Yu was in a black hole during their first encounter.
Small worlds couldn’t withstand their true strength, especially this low-level world, which couldn’t even withstand half of their power. Naturally, Yan Zhao wanted to avoid a divine power battle to prevent the world from collapsing. And to avoid a battle… it was better to continue concealing his identity for now.
Otherwise, there was no guarantee that Rong Yu wouldn’t attack him.
After all, judging from the soul memories, Rong Yu seemed to have unsealed his power; the red gold hadn’t restrained him.
If the blood jade bracelet knew what Yan Zhao was thinking, it would only sneer: Lord Main God, from my perspective, you’ve been with the Demon King for several worlds, how dare I restrain him?
Unfortunately, Yan Zhao didn’t know this at the moment. He only thought that the Demon King’s power was too strong for the red gold to completely seal.
Yan Zhao cleaned himself, removing all the dust, changed into clean clothes, and looked in the mirror again, confirming that his appearance was perfect.
This body’s appearance was still slightly inferior to the Main God’s original body, but it was already a top handsome man in human aesthetics. Yan Zhao originally had no concept of appearance, focusing only on pursuing power and not caring about his looks. However, Rong Yu’s obvious preference for good looks made Yan Zhao start to care about his appearance.
He practiced smiling in the mirror—he heard that smiles could bring people a good mood, and he hoped that Rong Yu would find him a little more pleasing to the eye.
After putting on a flawless expression, Yan Zhao pushed the door open. As soon as he walked out, the corner of his mouth drooped, losing his expression management.
It was because Rong Yu was eating compressed biscuits for breakfast.
Hot, fresh food had long become a rarity in the apocalypse. Cooking required fire, and now that human production had almost ceased, a lighter could be sold for a sky-high price. Having a fire-powered ability user cook was even more extravagant, and the vast majority of people in this world were ordinary people.
Compressed biscuits were a necessity to fill the stomach.
But they definitely didn’t taste good.
Yan Zhao was no longer the high and mighty Main God who had been stationed in the Myriad Gods Realm for tens of thousands of years. He had seen a lot in the vast world and knew that such days were definitely not living, but surviving.
The former Demon King was born in indulgence. Even when fleeing for his life, he would not compromise on the quality of life. At that time, Yan Zhao thought he was extravagant and wasteful, but now seeing Rong Yu being so “thrifty,” he felt a sting, his heart sinking.
He felt that Rong Yu should live a luxurious and comfortable life, that was what befitted the Demon King’s pride and nobility.
“Don’t eat this anymore,” Yan Zhao couldn’t help but say.
Rong Yu looked at him strangely, “Do you want to starve me to death?”
These words were like another knife cutting into Yan Zhao’s heart. The other party was originally a demon and could live without food, but now trapped in a human body, he would also settle for mere sustenance.
And he was the culprit who caused all this.
Yan Zhao remained silent, almost dying of self-reproach.
Rong Yu sneered and continued to munch on the biscuit.
He didn’t have to settle. The zombie virus didn’t infect animals, and after the apocalypse, the human population drastically decreased, while wild animals increased. As long as he was willing, he could easily catch a bunch of prey, all of which were delicious ingredients. He just didn’t want to learn to cook.
The great Demon King never lifted a finger in the kitchen. He would rather mistreat his own stomach than step into the kitchen.
He just wanted to wait for the sun to cook for him.
But now this sun was even more out of touch with the mortal world than he was.
Tsk, the more he thought about it, the more useless it seemed. Rong Yu fiercely broke the biscuit in his hand, imagining it as the Sun and biting it to pieces.
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They traveled together for a few more days. Every night when they rested, Yan Zhao would enter the same room as Rong Yu and then consciously seal himself into the wall.
Yan Zhao didn’t want to go next door, and Rong Yu didn’t allow him to sleep in the room, so they came up with this compromise. When Rong Yu’s anger subsided, Yan Zhao wouldn’t have to be a wall painting anymore.
Although Rong Yu didn’t comment on Yan Zhao’s actions, Yan Zhao knew clearly that if he really went to sleep next door, he wouldn’t be able to get close to Rong Yu again.
He had to be this wall painting again.
During the day, Yan Zhao was also responsible for driving. When they parked, Rong Yu rested in the car, and Yan Zhao went out to collect crystal nuclei by himself.
It was said to be collecting crystal nuclei, but he was actually doing other things. Yan Zhao neither planned to turn against humanity nor destroy this small world, so there was no need to upgrade this zombie emperor’s body. The meaning of his staying in this world was entirely to cultivate feelings with Rong Yu and save the world by the way.
Therefore, this zombie emperor neglected his duties and didn’t bother to pay attention to high-level zombies even if he sensed them. He had another important matter to attend to now.
Ever since he saw what Rong Yu was eating, Yan Zhao had been feeling depressed, but he didn’t know what to do. Until one time, while searching for supplies in a supermarket, he picked up a cookbook on a whim.
Yan Zhao was enlightened.
He wanted to teach himself how to cook.
He immediately set about hunting all kinds of wild beasts with delicious meat and threw them into his space for preservation. When he went to various small supermarkets to collect supplies, he focused on pots, pans, bowls, and all kinds of cookbooks.
He was determined to improve Rong Yu’s food and cook him delicious and hearty meals.
To capture Rong Yu’s heart, he would first capture Rong Yu’s stomach.
He couldn’t let Rong Yu suffer like that anymore.
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“So, this is the reason why you blew up the kitchen and almost set the house on fire?” Rong Yu raised an eyebrow, looking at the plate of blackened chicken wings in front of him.
Yan Zhao: “…”
It was inevitable to make mistakes in the first experiment.
Yan Zhao picked up the plate: “I’ll try a few more times, let’s just throw this plate away.” Even he couldn’t bear to look at it.
Rong Yu held his hand down, picked up his chopsticks, tore off a small piece of chicken, and put it in his mouth to taste.
He remembered the first time he ate the sun’s cooking was in Wen Yichu’s world. At that time, the sun’s cooking was already very delicious, and he thought it was a natural talent.
Now that he thought about it… this was indeed the first time the sun had cooked in the true sense of the word.
Yan Zhao asked a little nervously, “How is it? I know it’s not good, I mean, at least compared to compressed biscuits…”
“One hurts the feelings, the other hurts the stomach,” Rong Yu commented objectively.
The same pronunciation, but Yan Zhao understood.
It was over. He really shouldn’t have interfered in the kitchen. His old friend, the Evil God, had already told him that cooking was the most difficult thing, why didn’t he believe it? Now Rong Rong must be even angrier…
“You don’t have to stay in the wall tonight,” Rong Yu added.
Yan Zhao was stunned.
“Although the result is not good, it is thoughtful of you to learn to cook for me,” Rong Yu curled his lips, “but you still need to practice more.”
Yan Zhao’s eyes lit up: “Not staying in the wall means…”
“Sleep on the floor.”
“…”
Alright, it was a big improvement anyway.
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T/N: Kind of want a love like Yan Zhao to Rong Yu…but then again…never mind…
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