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DNF is a fair online game combining entertainment and competition.
Matthew had been "fair" at home for several days straight, and every day, Little Black Sand Dog would take off and fly a dozen or so round trips.
This morning, player Matthew decisively filed a complaint, saying that if the game wasn't changed back, he wouldn't play anymore.
Players spend money to play games for the thrill, not to spend money getting taught a lesson—and he'd spent 20 million on top of that. Unless they assigned him a dozen or so professional female companions, he absolutely would not touch this game again.
Having not left the house for many days, Matthew was starting to miss the sunlight a little, so he gave Little Black a light kick and said two words: "Walk time."
Accompanying one's master on walks and bringing him honor was one of a pet's basic virtues. Instantly, Hages puffed up his chest, brimming with energy and spirit.
One master, one dog, plus a leash—this was how God Matthew walked his dog.
When out and about, Matthew mostly wore white or light-colored outfits, clean and sharp.
As a matter of basic virtue, Hages had washed himself and dried his own body.
After so many days of relocation, Hages already knew that his master's reputation in the God Realm was nowhere near as loud as it was among the senior management of the Demon Realm.
However, his master was deeply loved by the goddesses, especially the younger ones.
Along the way, over 95% of the time it was the goddesses who greeted their master first, and their master would smile and respond.
This made Little Black feel proud.
But... not a single one of the goddesses they passed had praised him.
He was the most handsome Dog Demon King in the Demon Realm, the most handsome among ten thousand dogs, the king of ten thousand dogs.
Was something wrong with the goddesses' eyes? Or had their hearts all gone rotten?
Suddenly, Hages spotted a familiar figure—War Goddess Ares!
He didn't like this fierce, brainless woman.
Of course, he only dared to dislike her, not say it out loud—Ares most likely had something going on with their master.
Hages had already witnessed Master Matthew's homebody attributes; if there wasn't something between them, the latter would never have gone all the way to the Water Blue World to meddle in other people's business.
At once, Little Black silently lowered his doggy head.
At this moment, on the other end of the road, War Goddess Ares was accompanying the Goddess of Law in investigating the incident of the goddesses' missing undergarments.
The God Realm was a peaceful realm, where crime rarely occurred, and the goddesses' residential area was even more so.
Not to mention Her Majesty Mother Goddess Hera, who resided within the Divine Tree—the Three Great SS-Rank Highnesses guarded the God Realm year-round. Even if someone dared to think about it, they wouldn't dare act on it.
"Goddess Shirley, hello. Please tell us what happened at the time."
Floating beside the short-statured Goddess of Law were a feather quill and a notebook—this was one of her signature skills, Record.
Across from her, Bamboo Goddess Shirley was a woman with a mature air about her.
They stood outside the fence of the Bamboo Goddess's cabin, having the person involved recount what had happened.
Goddess Shirley was the first to spot Kind God Matthew walking his dog, and waved, saying, "Lord Matthew, good morning."
The Goddess of Law followed right after, saying cutely, "Lord Matthew, good morning."
Matthew smiled and waved, "Good morning, ladies!"
As the only Male God in the God Realm, Matthew's fame wasn't exactly high, but the goddesses could pretty much all recognize him on sight.
Ares said coldly, "Good morning."
Was this the War Goddess's aloofness? Or pure dislike toward the Male God?
And to think Matthew had saved her life not long ago.
Matthew didn't think much of it, though—take the money, ward off the disaster—and the 8,888-value Dragon Slaying Holy Sword had kept him in high spirits for days.
Down below, Little Black Sand Dog kept his head lowered for dear life. He could feel Ares's scrutinizing gaze on him, and he also hadn't forgotten—if he were ever exposed and killed in the God Realm, Master Matthew would absolutely refuse to admit he knew him.
Leaving the Goddess Residential Area, Matthew casually asked, "Did you hear what they were just talking about?"
Little Black: "Woof woof woof!"
A kick!
"Speak human words!"
"Sorry, Lord Matthew, I didn't catch it clearly."
"Oh."
If it were something serious, Old Lady Hera definitely wouldn't let him off, so Matthew didn't take it to heart either.
One man, one dog, arrived at the Male God Ramen Shop.
The doors and windows were all shut, and in the very center hung a sign reading "Temporarily Closed."
"That Kevin really has no professional ethics. Forget it, let's go eat noodles somewhere else."
Matthew had quite the fondness for ramen—otherwise he wouldn't have talked Kevin into opening a ramen shop in the first place.
By the time the noodles arrived at the table, Matthew overheard the people at the next table discussing this pervert thief incident, and said, quite amused, "No idea where this weirdo came from—what era is it, and they're still stealing clothes? If they're capable enough to steal, why not just steal a person instead? If you can't manage to steal a person, sneaking a peek and then running off would be a lot more reliable than stealing clothes—the key issue is there's no evidence."
"The God Realm has no cameras and no patrols, and the Goddess Residential Area is especially sparsely populated—could it be some goddess who went haywire while cultivating?"
Before long, a fragrant bowl of Tomato and Egg noodles arrived.
Matthew finished eating and drank the soup at the pace of an ordinary person, set down a silver coin, and left with his dog.
On the way back, Little Black Sand Dog looked listless.
Matthew said, "Since you helped me earn 20 million, I'll reward you with a bone when we get back."
Still listless.
Heh, one bone was the absolute limit. If he thought he could use pity to get more out of him, no way.
As luck would have it, when Matthew returned to his front door, he once again ran into the Goddess of Law and Ares, who were investigating the case.
This time, the one cooperating with the investigation was Angela, a little girl even more of a homebody than Matthew, and extremely prone to blushing.
She was a bit shorter than the 1.6-meter-tall Goddess of Law, wearing a white nightgown with blue polka dots and rabbit slippers. Her long pink hair was a little messy, covering both ears and one eye.
The Goddess of Law asked her about how her little skirt and underwear had been stolen, and Otaku Goddess Angela blushed.
The Goddess of Law said, "It's okay, Angela, just tell us whatever you saw. With Lord Ares here, no one would dare hurt you."
Angela: "Mm."
Then two minutes of silence.
She lowered her head, tapping her two index fingers together, tap tap tap tap, "I... forgot too."
After saying this, she glanced, red-faced, at Matthew, who had just returned from walking his dog.
Matthew: (?)
"Why's she looking at me? Have I even said a single word to her since I moved here?"
At his feet, Little Black Sand Dog yanked at the leash with all his might, forcibly dragging Matthew into the Male God's Cabin.
In front of the other goddesses, Matthew felt too embarrassed to mistreat the dog—especially since kicking the dog flying with one kick didn't fit his image as the Kind God.
Besides, for the sake of a peaceful life, he didn't want to reveal his strength in front of the other goddesses unless absolutely necessary.
Matthew clenched his hand into a fist and asked Little Black, "Feeling like dancing again, are you?"
Little Black shook his head repeatedly, slipped out of the leash, and swatted the master bedroom door open with one paw.
A ray of Holy Light! No, that's not the issue here!
The master bedroom of the Male God's Cabin was used for sleeping—though it wasn't used often, that was indeed the truth.
Little Black swatted the door open.
What met his eyes wasn't a bed.
But a pile of undergarments stacked like a small hill!
Red, orange, yellow, blue, purple, cartoon prints, silk, every style imaginable, with lace and without lace.
"Boom!"
Matthew stomped the dog straight into the ground with one kick!
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