How Can an Evil God Be an Idol?

[A tsundere, conceited kitty evil god x an all-around group leader who excels at singing and dancing]

I.

Pei Zhi was a minor evil god from the Dark Continent. But just after he was born, the Supreme Evil God sacrificed the entire Dark Continent to increase his own power.

All the dark creatures vanished. With no faith left to sustain him, the naturally born minor evil god Pei Zhi had tears in his eyes.

As the world crumbled, Pei Zhi was unwilling to accept it, but had no choice. He was going to disappear. He hadn't even felt the power of faith described in his inheritance, and now he was going to vanish just like that.

Pei Zhi bit down on his handkerchief. "Supreme Evil God, you've killed me!"

II.

He never expected to open his eyes and find himself in a completely unfamiliar world.

This world had no handsome dark eagles, no cute dark bats, and no gorgeous blood-red flowers.

It had nothing at all, only light, countless lights shining in his face.

The stage lights shone on Pei Zhi. Under the disbelieving gazes of his bandmates, he went from slacking off as usual to just standing perfectly still for a moment. His pale blue eyes shimmered, and his features were as lovely as jade.

Then he bobbed his head and clumsily copied his bandmates' moves, following them stiffly, one by one.

Bandmate: Bro, I'll admit you're handsome, but you can't slack off that blatantly! This is a concert! And that's my signature move. Don't do it!

III.

After the concert, Pei Zhi stood there in a daze while someone said to be the leader pressed his head down and made him apologize.

Back in the lounge, his bandmates took turns eagerly criticizing him. He said nothing, making them feel like their punches were landing on cotton. They stormed off in a huff.

The leader, Xiao Luo, stood before him and said icily, "If you don't want to stay in the group, then at least don't drag us down."

Pei Zhi lowered his head. Pei Zhi gritted his teeth. Pei Zhi humbly accepted the criticism.

IV.

After that day, it was as if Pei Zhi had suddenly unlocked his potential. He stopped slacking off at concerts, learned everything quickly, and even landed the group a whole lot of commercial endorsements.

His fans grew even more devoted to him. Many fell for his looks at first sight, then were drawn in by his personality.

Only then did Pei Zhi realize that earning his fans' genuine affection could also earn him the power of faith.

Still, something felt off. His inheritance said the power of faith was golden, so why was his yellow, and sometimes even red?

After his shower, steam rising from his body, Pei Zhi frowned in thought. Could the difference really be that huge? Was what he had obtained actually the power of faith?

Just as his thoughts began to drift, Xiao Luo knocked on his door again. "I'm here to teach you to dance. Open up."

Pei Zhi immediately shuddered, remembering Xiao Luo's hands roaming over him last night. His fur stood on end, and his pale blue eyes widened. No way, he didn't want to learn anymore. He already knew enough.

It wasn't until Pei Zhi saw all those bold, uninhibited pictures on a certain platform that he learned there was a group even more terrifying than the Holy Bird of Light: the fujoshi.

P.S. Pure love, one-on-one, sweet fluff.

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