Summary
“Strategy mission failed.”
System 038 sighed, and I sighed along with it.
How exactly does one capture a Demon God?
We lived together for a full eight hundred years, yet not a single spark flew.
I talked to him about romance and moonlight; he talked to me about cultivation realms.
I drugged him; he jumped into a freezing pond.
I took off all my clothes; he poked himself in the eyes.
I confessed my undying love; he was moved to tears, and then promptly appointed me as his Left Guardian.
Now, eight hundred years have passed, and I am still an innocent, chaste maiden.
He might as well have appointed me a Holy Saintess!
038 cried in despair.
“Host, how about we switch to a different world? If we keep trying to capture him, we can forget about next year’s year-end bonus!”
I nodded heavily.
“You are absolutely right.”