Transmigrated As A Cannon Fodder Sacrifice, I Tricked An Evil God Into Becoming My Live-In Husband - Chapter 5

The Wang Clan Patriarch didn’t feel like he was about to die. Instead, he let out a series of eerie cackles, his withered, bark-like face twisting into a grotesque grimace.

Who am I looking at?

Why, your little bride, of course!

He extended his claw-like hand, pointing at the trembling Zheng Qiuyu, his voice dripping with malice. A crippled god and a mortal—a perfect pair! I’ll send you both on your way!

Before he could finish speaking, his tattered robe billowed outward, and a small bronze bell etched with ghostly runes flew from his sleeve. It expanded rapidly in the air, emitting an eerie green glow as it lunged toward Zheng Qiuyu.

Zheng Qiuyu’s mind went blank. The bell’s power felt like it was tearing her soul from her body! She couldn’t dodge it! Begging for mercy? That would only hasten her death!

In a split-second, without thinking, she threw herself toward Zhuohuo with all her might. Her movements were clumsy and desperate, like a suicide charge.

Husband, save me—! she shrieked, her voice cracking.

He’s trying to steal our child!

Those words burned into Zhuohuo’s blank mind like a red-hot brand!

Simultaneously, the System’s cold, mechanical voice exploded in Zheng Qiuyu’s mind

【Target’s jealousy and possessiveness have been successfully triggered! Lie credibility temporarily increased by 30%! 3000 Heaven-Deceiving Points awarded!】

Child! Stolen! These words acted like a trigger, instantly unleashing the terrifying power that had slumbered within Zhuohuo for millennia.

He didn’t even stand up.

He merely lifted his eyelids.

Just once.

The entire cave, and the deathly silent Divine Prison outside, fell utterly still. Not a sound remained.

An indescribable, primordial pressure, like that of ancient chaos, enveloped everything.

The smug bronze bell, which had been floating in mid-air, let out a mournful clang before shattering into dust. The wind carried the fragments away, leaving no trace.

The smile on the Wang Clan Patriarch’s face froze solid. An incomprehensible force, one he couldn’t resist, lifted him from the ground and suspended him in mid-air.

Invisible hands twisted his body into a grotesque knot, the sickening cracks of breaking bones echoing clearly. Yet he couldn’t scream, his throat constricted as if being strangled.

Zhuohuo’s voice, cold as ice, reverberated through the deathly silent Divine Prison

No one dares look at what is mine.

As the words faded, the Wang Clan Patriarch, still suspended in mid-air, didn’t even manage a gasp. With a soft pop, he dissolved into a warm mist of bl00d, leaving not a trace behind.

Zheng Qiuyu’s legs buckled, and she collapsed to the ground. A few warm droplets of bl00d splattered onto her face as she stared dumbly at the white-haired, crimson-eyed God.

He sat there as if merely dusting off some ash, but the old monster had been reduced to nothing, not even ash remained.

Zheng Qiuyu finally understood the true meaning of World-Destroying Evil God.

Having killed the man, Zhuohuo’s unfamiliar rage still surged through his empty mind, leaving him… unsure what to do. He felt restless.

His gaze fell on Zheng Qiuyu’s face, the few crimson bloodstains glaringly bright against her pale skin. He frowned.

He stood up and strode over to the paralyzed Zheng Qiuyu, crouching down before her.

He reached out with his long, pale fingers—the same hand that had just crushed a man to death.

Clumsily, with a touch too forceful, he tried to wipe the bl00d from her face. His fingers were as cold as death.

The bl00d on her face was warm.

The conflicting sensations mingled strangely.

This was the first time he had proactively touched her.

The moment his fingers brushed her cheek,

Zhuohuo’s mind erupted in a deafening roar, as if something had exploded.

The invisible Heavenly Dao Shackles within his body suddenly tightened, unleashing a soul-rending agony that struck without warning.

Ugh! Zhuohuo groaned, his inhumanly beautiful face turning deathly pale. He collapsed to one knee, his white hair falling forward to conceal his face. He gasped for breath, his entire body wracked with pain, the crimson light in his eyes dimming.

Zheng Qiuyu watched him curl up in pain, his hand clamped tightly over his chest.

Her fear suddenly diminished.

A bolder, more dangerous idea surged into her mind.

An opportunity!

Watching Zhuohuo’s agony, Zheng Qiuyu steeled her resolve. Is he… dying? Would a dying god trust a human? I don’t know, but he’ll be easier to deceive than when he’s at full strength.

She scrambled clumsily toward him on all fours, her knees scraping painfully against the rocks. Ignoring the pain, she reached Zhuohuo’s side and grasped his icy arm, her hand still trembling.

Husband! What’s wrong?! Her voice trembled with forced urgency, laced with tears. Did you… did you strain your divine power to protect me and the child just now? Did you… did you reopen your old wound? She quickly concocted a plausible explanation.

Zhuohuo remained silent, gasping in pain. His dim crimson eyes lifted to meet hers, reflecting her tear-streaked face.

Zheng Qiuyu swiftly retrieved the half-refined Marrow Cleansing Pill from her System space. The pill looked crude, its glow faint, but the spiritual energy within was genuine.

She carefully cupped the pill in her hands and brought it to Zhuohuo, tears falling onto the back of her hand. Husband, this… this is the Concentric Life-Sustaining Pill, passed down from my ancestors. It was originally… meant for our child… Her voice choked with emotion. Eat it quickly! Hurry!

Zhuohuo was in so much pain he couldn’t even lift his hand. He stared at her with vacant eyes, his gaze fixed on the pill in her hand. He didn’t open his mouth, remaining silent and wary.

Zheng Qiuyu steeled her resolve, determined to go all in. She shoved half the pill into her own mouth. A surge of intense spiritual energy exploded in her mouth, causing a moment of discomfort, but she ignored it. Leaning down, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his icy ones.

So cold! Her mind went blank for a moment. Then, clumsily, she used her tongue to force the life-saving pill into his mouth.

As the pill entered Zhuohuo’s mouth, a gentle warmth flowed through him. The violent chaos and tearing sensations within his body seemed to ease slightly. But what truly stunned him was… the unfamiliar softness on his lips, the warm, human scent emanating from her, and her actions… as if she were risking everything for him?

This chaotic mix of sensations completely overwhelmed his blank mind, turning it into a boiling cauldron of confusion.

Target detected experiencing extreme emotions ‘loved’, ‘cherished’, ‘protected’! Lie credibility increased to 70%! Reward 10,000 Heaven-Deceiving Points! New function unlocked Divine Power Borrowing Basic!  The System’s voice echoed incessantly in Zheng Qiuyu’s mind.

Simultaneously, the remaining medicinal energy from the pill flowed back into Zheng Qiuyu’s body through their recent contact. She felt a warm, invigorating sensation coursing through her veins, as if a dam had burst, clearing and expanding her meridians.

Qi Refining Stage 1… Stage 2… Stage 3! She had leaped three stages in one go! Her body suddenly felt lighter and more powerful.

The burning pain quickly subsided.

Zhuohuo abruptly raised his hand and seized Zheng Qiuyu’s wrist with tremendous force.

Pulled upward by his grip, Zheng Qiuyu met his gaze. His crimson eyes, once clouded with confusion, now burned with an entirely different intensity—something scorching, terrifying, possessive, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Zhuohuo stared intently at her, as if trying to absorb her into himself, while processing the forcefully implanted truths  She protected me, healed my wounds, and… kissed me. That pill, the Concentric Life-Sustaining Pill? It’s for children? That means… 

He spoke in a hoarse voice, each word delivered with a newfound solemnity, as if he had just learned the weight of such pronouncements.

The Concentric Life-Sustaining Pill… he began, pausing between each word. Is it… only meant for married couples… as a betrothal gift?

Zheng Qiuyu’s heart lurched. Betrothal gift? The word…

Before she could fabricate a lie, Zhuohuo figured it out himself.

He tightened his grip on her hand, raised two fingers of his other hand, and with a poof, a dazzling golden Divine Fire ignited at their tips. He gently touched the flame to her pale wrist.

Sizzle!

A faint burning sensation ran through her. Zheng Qiuyu glanced down to see a brand on her wrist—a flame-shaped pattern, quite beautiful and indelible.

Zhuohuo declared, I accept the betrothal gift.

From now on, for all eternity, you will bear my mark. You are mine.

No one… will ever take you from me.

Zheng Qiuyu stared at the fresh, still-warm Divine Mark on her wrist, utterly dumbfounded.

She had only wanted to trick him into giving her a protective talisman…

How had she somehow… ended up being given away as a betrothal gift?!