ATIGIBTC Chapter 138

He Fang quietly opened the door, but immediately met the deliveryman’s eyes. Those beautiful eyes were staring straight at him.

His instinct told him to close the door again, but his reason stopped him from doing so.

Gripping the door handle tightly, he tried hard to suppress the inner turmoil and finally found his voice: “You… I…”

The deliveryman looked at him, stood up, and took two steps back—just a completely safe distance. He could understand the other’s cautiousness and felt complicated emotions. Although their relationship had been close enough before to casually sleep on the same bed, he didn’t want his own matters to cause a distance between them.

Moreover, he had always been hoping for his own love to arrive, and the deliveryman perfectly met all the conditions anyone could dream of.

He Fang’s face gradually flushed red. He felt a strong sense of unreality about the other person confessing to him.

He Fang slightly lifted his gaze, wanting to call the deliveryman’s name, but suddenly realized that he didn’t even know what it was. In his real world, the only person he could communicate with was the deliveryman; when they were together, it was just the two of them. He never took the initiative to ask, so he never knew the deliveryman’s name.

Originally, for convenience, he had used the landmark as a central point to locate the position—just typing the word “landmark” fixed the location—so he had renamed the delivery person “Landmark.”

Thinking about how he had renamed him back then, his expression changed slightly. Unable to resist his curiosity, he asked, “You… your name is… what?”

The deliveryman blinked and smiled: “My name is Landmark—the iconic building.”

He Fang’s vision went black.

“You must have another name, right? When I first placed you here, you clearly had a long foreign name!” He Fang thought this was absurd. He never expected to actually rename someone. Thinking about the Rainbow Squad’s names, his expression turned extremely strange.

“No more. The data has already been erased.”

He Fang looked at the other person’s matter-of-fact expression and almost couldn’t hold back. He continued asking, “But isn’t your name ‘Divine Lord’? Everyone calls you that.”

The long golden hair swayed slightly as he voluntarily explained, “That’s not a name; it’s a title, like ‘Buddha’ or ‘Jade Emperor’ in your real world.”

He Fang gasped sharply, suddenly feeling deeply guilty. He truly hadn’t expected that one day he would cross over with a game. Then, stammering with a heavy heart, he said, “Then, how about I give you a new name…”

“Sure, if the customer likes it, any name is fine,” the other person shrugged casually and said, “Besides, I don’t think ‘Landmark’ is bad. I like any name the customer gives me.”

He Fang pressed his lips together. He couldn’t very well let a real person who could talk go without a proper name.

“Do you have a name you want?” He Fang asked, feeling conflicted.

At this moment, the other looked at He Fang, noticing his extremely serious expression. After thinking for a moment, he said, “Everyone calls me Divine Lord. That represents a title. To them, my actual name doesn’t really matter. No one would usually ask Buddha or Jade Emperor what their real names are, right? But if it’s a customer, the customer can call me Ah Sheng, Xiao Sheng, Lao Sheng…”

He Fang’s expression stiffened slightly. “Wouldn’t that be too casual?”

“If you’re not satisfied, I would actually prefer if the customer called me ‘husband’,” Divine Lord showed a very calm smile that hid some kind of subtle intention.

He Fang was suddenly stunned. The memories of playing two-player games and calling each other affectionate nicknames suddenly flashed through his mind. He gasped sharply: “Back then… back then…”

Divine Lord’s eyes flickered, and he looked a bit embarrassed. A faint pink tint rose on his fair cheeks: “I’ve been by your side for so long, of course, I want to get a little benefit. I know it’s not very moral to do so, but… can’t you just fulfill a tiny little hope of mine?”

He Fang’s expression grew even more awkward. More than anger, it was embarrassment. He didn’t know what it felt like to constantly suppress feelings when near someone you liked, but he knew that if it were himself, he would also crave closeness with others.

“It’s not exactly that, it’s just that sometimes, actually, you don’t have to hide so much…” He Fang’s words stumbled and fell apart. What would happen if they didn’t hide? Would they just openly say it out loud? At this moment, He Fang was also at a loss for words, looking at the Divine Lord with wide eyes. Both were quite confused.

Divine Lord cleared his throat and gently touched his cheek, as if trying to cool the warmth there. Then he shyly looked at He Fang and said, “Well, then I won’t hide it anymore.”

Hearing this, He Fang’s heart skipped a beat, a strange panic rising, but faintly mixed with some hope.

Finally, on the Divine Lord’s pure, flawless face appeared a faint blush and a firm resolve: “So, when can we start dating?”

He Fang: “…”

They stared at each other with wide eyes.

Suddenly, a possibility crossed He Fang’s mind.

Could it be that the other person actually doesn’t know how to date either?

He Fang tentatively asked, “What’s supposed to be done when dating?”

Suddenly, both of them fell silent, looking at each other without a word.

Probably because it was the Divine Lord’s first time too, he thought for a long moment: “Eating together, watching movies, just doing all kinds of things together, the two of us?”

“Weren’t we already doing all kinds of things before?” He Fang hesitated as he asked.

Divine Lord: “…”

“Well, right now, I’m still a bit unsure about how to go outside,” He Fang said somewhat disappointedly. Eating together and watching movies were completely unfamiliar things to him. If they really did those, it wouldn’t feel like a normal date, but more like social integration training.

The Divine Lord clearly noticed this, too.

He gazed steadily at He Fang before him. The young man looked very downcast, yet seemed to be earnestly trying to think of something they could do.

“Then I’ll accompany you to relearn how to adapt to this world,” the Divine Lord said suddenly. He Fang was momentarily stunned, his thoughts briefly frozen. He looked up and stared at the Divine Lord, who continued, “I said I would accompany you. So before we start dating, I should first accompany you to adapt to this world.”

He Fang opened his mouth to speak, but didn’t know what to say. The Divine Lord said he had waited three or four years—all that time spent waiting. Was He Fang really going to let the Divine Lord wait even longer?

The Divine Lord was so good to him, so kind. He Fang strongly wanted to respond to that hope meant just for him. Yet now, he hadn’t expected that he would still have to endure.

“This isn’t right,” He Fang lowered his head. What he saw was the Divine Lord’s hand, slender and graceful, skin like jade. The most beautiful hands he had ever seen. Summoning courage, He Fang quietly hooked his hand around the other’s. This was the first time in a long while that he tried to act spoiled and sweet. “This isn’t good for you.”

He Fang wanted to cherish everyone who was good to him, especially the Divine Lord.

The Divine Lord’s fingers curled back around He Fang’s. Their hands didn’t grip tightly, but that gentle touch brought a unique connection to both of them. Just this small contact made these two with different moods feel joy.

The Divine Lord’s expression was infinitely gentle. The creator before him, their god, but actually a fragile child who understood how to cherish more than anyone else.

“I will have plenty of time with you in the future. Any waiting is worth it. I want to accompany you through every important moment in your life. In another sense, isn’t that also doing things together? That’s also dating, right?”

He Fang blinked a few times. He thought what the Divine Lord said made a lot of sense, completely impossible to refute.

The Divine Lord curled the corner of his mouth slightly.

Of course, he would accompany He Fang.

How could he possibly let He Fang go alone to meet those with ill intentions?

He still remembered clearly the grudges from Zhu Yan secretly scheming and even showing off arrogantly in front of him.

Back then, he had tried every way to bring He Fang into this world, spending a lot of effort not to make a bride for someone else.

Don’t think he didn’t know what fantasies each of those people harbored toward the Creator. He had deliberately hidden the affection levels.

For example, that person called Chong Xiao. His loyalty was always capped below six hundred, but every time he met He Fang, his affection level would shoot up a whole rank. The affection was absurdly high. How could he trust the real He Fang to appear before these schemers?

Thinking of this, the Divine Lord gritted his teeth. Luckily, those people knew how to weigh matters. In the end, it was he who found the loophole.

But then the Divine Lord looked at He Fang in front of him—obedient and cute, gentle and thoughtful—and now he was slightly at a loss, gently holding his fingers.

He was hesitant and also worried.

Though cautious, he would still do what he was best at—stay by their creator’s side.

“Shall we sit down?” He Fang suddenly asked.

The Divine Lord nodded in confusion and sat down on the sofa.

He Fang poured a glass of water for the Divine Lord. On the table were the foods the Divine Lord had brought. “Let’s eat together.”

He Fang watched eagerly as the Divine Lord began to eat. His eyes were full of curiosity. He had never truly understood what the concept of a “god” in this world was. Maybe he could start to understand this world anew, starting from the Divine Lord.

“When you eat, is there any difference from ordinary people eating?” He Fang tilted his head and asked.

“The taste and such are the same. The only difference is that I don’t need food to replenish energy,” the Divine Lord answered.

Because the Divine Lord replied so seriously, He Fang grew bolder: “Do you need faith points?”

“No need. Faith points depend on how much I help ordinary people.”

He Fang nodded, understanding that the Divine Lord’s help to humans wasn’t unconditional. Faith points were basically a form of currency for gods; without faith points, gods wouldn’t assist people. This was indeed a unique kind of god.

“Then can you do anything?” He Fang asked. Given the Divine Lord’s power, would it be easy to bring him into this world?

“It depends on what it is,” the Divine Lord replied.

He Fang held his favorite snack and pursed his lips: “Bringing me into this world… was that an easy thing to do?”

The Divine Lord paused slightly, then shook his head: “It was very difficult.”

“Very difficult? How difficult?” He Fang’s heart skipped a beat.

“You are a god. To us, you are the true god,” the Divine Lord lowered his gaze, long eyelashes partially hiding the admiration in his eyes. Then he looked up again, wanting He Fang to see the truth clearly: “Whether it’s expanding land, creating the environment we can live in, or changing the world’s course… These are not my powers; they are yours.”

He Fang was stunned. His? He was just an ordinary person…

“You are not an ordinary person. You are a god, the true god.” The Divine Lord’s eyes were full of certainty and faith in He Fang. “Bringing you into this world was as difficult as humans pulling a god down to the mortal realm.”

He Fang couldn’t hold back. After living for over twenty years, it was the first time he realized he was still a god.

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