Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 96

The man’s eyes were deep and calm, the dark gleam within them rippling faintly. His smooth black hair was half-tied up with a hairpin shaped like a fox tail.

On his left wrist, a golden lightning seal shimmered faintly, as if alive and fused into his skin. His pale lips only made him appear colder, more unapproachable.

That face… that height… the fox-tail hairpin… the lightning seal—

Ahhhhhhhhh!

Ah-Keng! Ah-Keng!!

He—he—he—he—he looks exactly like the Main God of the Myriad Void! Even the lightning seal is the same!

What do I do?!

I feel like kneeling!!

This is too terrifying—even if he’s not the real Main God, looking this much like him is already nightmare fuel! Someone save me…

Li Cheng blinked furiously, his thoughts a chaotic mess. Should I kneel right now?

He tried speaking with Ah-Keng through his divine sense for a long time.

But Ah-Keng was utterly silent—like it had fallen asleep.

Ah-Keng? Ah-Keng?!

No way… are you seriously playing dead just because we ran into someone powerful?

Useless system!

If one asked why Ah-Keng wasn’t responding to Li Cheng—

It was because Ah-Keng had already defected.

A fawning voice was whispering in the man’s ear instead:

【My Lord Main God, why have you come in person? Did you miss your Fox Host?】

The man’s expression stayed cold and unreadable, not a flicker of emotion visible.

“Next time he gets hurt again, you’ll self-destruct on the spot.”

The words had barely fallen before Ah-Keng felt an invisible force clamp tight around its neck.

Its data scrambled violently, its very code on the brink of burning apart.

【Awoo—! Please spare me, Lord Main God! I’m dying, dying! I swear I’ll protect the Fox Host properly this time!】

【I was wrong—I’m too weak! I’ll never let him get hurt again! Spare me, please, Lord Main God!】

Ah-Keng’s mind felt like it was burning alive. Just as it was about to call for Li Cheng’s help, that invisible grip suddenly loosened.

And in the next moment—its power surged severalfold.

He upgraded me?!

Ahhhhh I’ve been upgraded!!!

【T-thank you, Lord Main God! I’ll devote myself to protecting the Fox Host! He’ll never be hurt again!】

But right after saying that, Ah-Keng felt the Main God reach directly into its memory.

The man’s eyes lowered, his voice laced with disdain.

“Next time, use my true face. What is this body—some misshapen thing?”

【……】

Ah-Keng trembled harder at the disgust in that tone.

【M-my Lord… they’re all your own fragments, not misshapen things—just vessels for your soul.】

【Each body you take in different worlds is formed from your own soul’s essence—its appearance depends on your emotions and desires.】

The man’s brow tightened almost imperceptibly.

Ah-Keng swallowed audibly.

【Besides, if you used your real face, the Fox Host would probably drop to his knees every day! How could you build, um… feelings like that?】

【You separated this fragment precisely because the Host feared you—that’s why you came down yourself… to be with him.】

Every single word was weighed with terror—one wrong syllable and it’d be deleted on the spot.

Meanwhile, Li Cheng grew even more panicked as Ah-Keng refused to answer.

His gaze darted nervously; he hastily stooped to pick up the demon-locking chain that had fallen to the ground.

He stood up again and glanced at the man in front of him, fingers curling into a fist.

“Y-you… are you the Main God?” Mother of heavens, this is too much—my heart can’t take it!

Li Cheng made up his mind—if he really was the Main God, he’d kneel immediately.

But if not—since this guy had just crushed his spell with his foot—he’d beat him up instead!

“Main God? What Main God?” The man lifted his head slightly, looking at Li Cheng with a detached expression.

Flat denial.

A spark of relief flickered across Li Cheng’s eyes.

Ha! I knew it. The Main God would never show up in a dump like this. Sure, he looks alike—but no way it’s really him.

Judging from the powerful energy coiling around this man—not divine, but demonic—he had to be the Demon King.

Probably saw a portrait of the Main God somewhere, thought he looked amazing, and decided to copy it.

Made perfect sense.

And honestly—

A Demon King was still a Demon King.

Even his illusion was so perfect it carried no trace of demonic aura.

That aloof, isolated air around him was enough to make anyone hesitate to breathe.

Li Cheng straightened his back and took a step forward.

“What’s wrong with you, huh? You picking a fight by pretending to be someone you’re not?”

He even dared to impersonate the Main God? Please. As if he was worthy!

The man walked toward him.

In those deep black eyes were stars and moonlight—though Li Cheng couldn’t see them.

When he got close enough, Li Cheng instinctively backed away.

“Didn’t you say you’d hit me? Why are you running?” The man’s tone was teasing, edged with dark amusement.

Li Cheng’s lips curved.

This so-called Demon King looked formidable—but clearly “not quite” as formidable as himself.

Still, he had more pressing things to deal with.

He had to find the fox demon—no time to waste here.

Li Cheng took a few steps back, then abruptly turned to leave.

“I’ve got things to do. I’ll come back and teach you a lesson next time!”

He paused for a beat.

“Also—don’t use that face again. It’s terrifying.”

That comment made the almighty Main God freeze for a moment.

He turned a cold gaze toward Ah-Keng.

“What does he mean?”

【He says you’re scary, Lord Main God. Maybe you should… smile more?】

Just then, Li Cheng was about to turn away when the sharp whistle of the Weapons Research Division sliced through the air.

That sound meant only one thing—

Zhou Ci had arrived.