Douluo Dalu 3 | Divine Destruction

Sitting on the bed in his dorm room Tang Wulin mediated peacefully in his bed, small arcs of crimson lightning arcing from his body. After being 'scolded' by Wu Zhangkong he was given a dorm room where he was 'detained' to allow Wu Zhangkong and the rest of the faculty to make a decision.

"How did it go, my god?" A highly suave and refined voice came from the small metal earring stuck in Tang Wulin's ear. If one were to look closely they would see numerous minuscule small spirit circuits making a complex array.

"We are the same rank, I am not your god." Wulin replied mechanically, talking with perfect normality despite being in the process of deep meditation, a type of meditation that usually disables a person's cognitive abilities when in use to optimize cultivation speed.

"That may be so, however, you will always be my god as the one who saved me." The suave voice said, sincerity audible to all but Tang Wulin. He could not understand the sentiment in the slightest.

"I have been accepted and the idea that only Wu Zhangkong can control me has been firmly planted in their mind as you recommended." Tang Wulin reported to his fellow Slayer simply, no emotion in his tone.

"I see. And what have you done besides that?" The suave voice asked, a sigh of exasperation leaving his lips though Tang Wulin could not understand why such a thing had happened nor what it meant.

"After arriving at my dorm room I meditated." Tang Wulin reported simply, not even questioning the Slayer why he was questioning him. It had no purpose and therefore had no place in his mind.

"Anything else?" The suave voice questioned, a mix of hope and exasperation in his voice. The Slayer had hopes but he was confident that nothing had changed as per usual. He wished it weren't so but mere wishes can't do everything.

"No." Tang Wulin replied the words that the Slayer expected, another sigh leaving the Slayer's lips. He had asked this nearly every day for the entire time he has known his god yet never once had he gotten a different response.

"My god, I worry for you." The Slayer spoke, all pretenses dropped. In their place, was worry. The Slayer didn't fear much for his god for he had power in spades, all he feared was for his god to be lonely.

His god was a strong and beautiful being, to an outsider he was perfection personified. Yet he knew the truth and it was nowhere near that naive ideal. His god was perfect yet that was what made him flawed.

For reasons unknown even to himself, his right hand, his god did not understand emotions. He possessed them but they practically did not exist and that worried him to no end, both as a follower and a friend.

His god did not eat to be satisfied, he ate to be filled. His god did not mediate for the joy of growing stronger, he did so purely by a sense of duty. His god did not associate with others without reason.

Even he himself was spoken to by his god because he was useful, he understood that. From what he could tell, his god did in fact like him though it was only shown in small areas.

His god was not a ruthless person but he was slightly more forgiving toward him, slightly more trusting, and slightly more benevolent. It was small, hard to notice details that even his god hadn't noticed but they were there.

His god possessed emotions that occasionally leaked into his actions but he did not understand them. If need be, his god would not hesitate to throw his emotions away if they got in the way of his goals.

But this was not because he was ruthless or cruel. This was because he placed no importance on them. As his right hand and friend… there was nothing more terror inducing than seeing his friend become such a thing.

"Why?" Tang Wulin questioned in return, ignoring the sudden warmth in his chest. He truly could not understand why the Slayer would be worried about him. It was an impossible notion to him that he could not understand.

"My god, over the course of our time together you have never once relaxed nor enjoyed yourself." The Second Slayer said tiredly, his suave once more returning in an attempt to cover his overwhelming worry in a fit of needless worry.

"I ha-" Tang Wulin began, however, his voice was interrupted by a sigh from his Second Slayer. He couldn't understand why his right hand was so fixated on something so small.

"Meditation is not rest, my god." The Second Slayer spoke tiredly, not a small amount of pity present in his voice. His god was pitiful, the most pitiful being he had met in his life and he could do little to help him.

"It is proven to relax the mind." Tang Wulin argued naturally, not quite understanding why he must prove his point. Squashing that small voice in the back of his mind Tang Wulin merely focused on the conversation at hand.

"And it has also proven to have lackluster results." The Second Slayer spoke ruthlessly. While it was true that meditation somewhat relaxed the mind it had shown that when compared to other more natural forms of relaxation its efficiency was easily the worst.

Compared to a good night's sleep meditation has nearly a quarter of the efficiency in relaxing the mind. It was even worse to reduce stress when compared to some of the proven worst stress reducers. It had its effects but relaxation was not one of them.

"Enough. I am relaxing enough." Tang Wulin snapped, his voice faintly less emotionless than usual. It was a shocking event that made the Second Slayer want to shout in joy and Tang Wulin pause his meditation out of confusion.

"I see. I shall trust you, my god." The Second Slayer spoke, his elegant voice filled with barely considered joy and pride as he ended the call. Finally, his and his god's parents' actions were bearing success!

'Why did I do that?' Tang Wulin questioned himself, his mind running through thousands of possible reasons for such a thing yet he couldn't find a solution. Never once had such a thing happened to him.

Why had his body been acting strangely since he had been reincarnated?