Deviant: No Longer Human

Chapter 645 Paying Respect!

At that moment, a man in an orange suit, bright enough to blind a sober man, strutted toward their table.

Golden sunglasses perched arrogantly on his face, and the two black-suited tank like bodyguards flanking him erased any doubts about his importance.

"Another idiot trying his luck?" Zhu Qing muttered, but the smirk faded when the man leaned in close to Wang Xiao, whispering something no one else could hear.

Wang Xiao's expression darkened briefly. His sharp gaze on the man before he shook his head with a smile. Without another word, the man straightened and vanished, swallowed by the crowd.

"What was that about?" Zhu Qing asked, but Wang Xiao didn't answer. His eyes were already locked on the VIP platform, where a lone woman stood.

It was Persephone, the ex-queen of the underworld, cloaked in a gown of shimmering black silk that fit to her body like a second skin. Her dark green eyes glowed faintly under the club's lights, her dark hair cascading over bare shoulders. When their gazes met, she inclined her head in a small, deliberate bow, every movement filled with regal sensuality.

Wang Xiao scanned the room, his chest tightening. On the dance floor, more figures moved—figures too charming, too magnetic to be human. 'Shit… they're @ll here.'

The DJ, short blond hair slicked back, grinned as he moved across the turntables, the music shifting with supernatural ease. Apollo. The same smug bastard who played at Neptune Bar during the Great Reset.

At the bar, Ra stood with a regal stillness, his skin glinting faintly like molten gold as his sharp, hawk-like eyes surveyed the crowd with precision. Beside him, Isis, her dark hair braided with threads of gold and emerald, exuded a presence that was impossible to ignore. She wore a gown so sheer it bordered on scandalous, her figure a perfect blend of grace and temptation, as though she had been sculpted to be the most beautiful woman ever to walk the earth.

But she was not alone. The club swarmed with goddesses, each so breathtaking that any man would swear she was the most beautiful woman alive.

Divine energy, faint and seductive, a reminder of the gods' presence in every corner.

Then it happened.

The goddesses stepped onto the dance floor.

And the club erupted.

"WHOOOOOO!"

"DAMN! LOOK AT THEM!"

"WHAT THE HELL? ARE THEY REAL?"

Phones shot into the air like weapons drawn, flashes illuminating the floor as the crowd surged forward. But no one dared step too close. The bass deepened, vibrating in time with the collective heartbeat of the room, as the goddesses began to move.

Leading them was Persephone, her hips swaying with a slow, commanding rhythm. Her black gown left her back bare, the smooth curve of her spine drawing gasps from onlookers. Aphrodite, in a crimson dress slit so high it seemed scandalous, followed close behind. Her golden curls framed a face so stunning it hurt to look at, her lips curved in a smile that promised destruction. Ishtar, draped in red and gold, moved with fiery passion, her bare midriff and toned legs stealing the breath of anyone who dared glance her way.

Freya, clad in silver mesh and leather, was untamed elegance, her hair a golden mane cascading down her shoulders. Her movements were wild and predatory, her piercing blue eyes daring anyone to approach. Sekhmet, in a flowing dress of deep crimson, danced like a lioness on the hunt, her every step exuding strength.

"Holy shit, look at them!" someone yelled, their voice barely audible over the cheers.

"WOOOO! SHAKE IT, BABIES!"

The club descended into chaos. Men and women alike screamed, laughed, and gasped, held captive by the sheer presence of these goddesses.

The gods weren't idle. Ra raised a hand, and golden orbs floated above the dance floor, bathing the goddesses in shifting beams of light that enhanced their otherworldly beauty. Apollo smirked, flicking his fingers to manipulate the music, each beat perfectly matching their rhythm. Isis spun, conjuring shimmering trails of starlight with her movements, the faint glow in the air like a lover's touch.

"Are they glowing?" someone shouted.

"SHUT UP AND RECORD IT!"

Persephone led a synchronized movement, her arms stretching gracefully as Aphrodite twisted beside her, the faint scent of roses and desire wafting from her figure. Ishtar's steps grew sharper, her body a blend of untamed seduction and battle-hardened power. Freya threw her head back, her golden hair whipping through the air as she let out a breathless laugh, her movements teasing yet unattainable.

"Bro, are they doing magic?"

"NO SHIT, LOOK AT THAT!"

Wang Xiao leaned back, watching the spectacle. Myths dancing in flesh. Legends reshaped into sensual, displays of divine power. 'Eveline, you crazy woman. You really pulled this off....'

Beside him, Jiarong leaned in, whispering urgently. "Who was that guy? What did he say?"

Wang Xiao's lips curled into a smirk. "Apparently, we're the lucky guests of the year. Free drinks all night."

"Seriously?" Jiarong blinked, stunned.

"Generosity," he replied smoothly, sipping his whiskey like nothing was happening.

Her gaze snapped back to the dance floor. The frenzied mortals who dared to approach were shoved back by towering figures. It wasn't bouncers. It was the gods.

Anubis, his dark, angular features framed by short hair, raised a hand, and a man stumbled back as if shoved by invisible force. Sekhmet twirled, her sharp movements sparking brief flashes of flame.

Freya's laughter echoed, her fingers summoning faint golden runes in the air, which burst into shimmering motes of light.

The crowd went wild.

"MARRY ME!" a man screamed, his voice cracking.

"DUDE, THEY WOULDN'T EVEN SPIT ON YOU!"

Phones flashed endlessly. Cheers grew deafening as the goddesses reached the peak of their performance. Sekhmet's bare shoulders glistened faintly as she spun, her fiery energy burning into the air.

Aphrodite swayed into a slow, seductive twist, her parted lips drawing the club into breathless silence. Then, with a sly glint in her eyes, she sent a teasing wink in Wang Xiao's direction.

Persephone raised her arms, her commanding presence silencing even the wildest screams.

The gods didn't miss a beat. Ra conjured dazzling rays that wrapped the floor in gold. Isis's fingers danced, weaving faint shimmering waves that trailed behind the goddesses. Apollo's music shifted again, the bass resonating like the heartbeat of the earth itself.

Wang Xiao chuckled, shaking his head. The gods had turned this nightclub into their playground. And he, with a front-row seat, sipped his drink, enjoying the best show of his life.

Even Zhu Qing, usually so composed, looked rattled. Her lips parted slightly, her phone trembling in her hand as she recorded. "This… this is insane," she muttered, shaking her head. Continue reading on empire

"Absurd," Wang Jiarong echoed, her wide eyes locked on the performance. "How are they even…?"

"Bro, they're actual goddesses, I'm telling you!" someone in the crowd howled.

"SHUT UP AND LET ME WORSHIP!"

Phones continued to flash. Cheers erupted like waves, growing louder and louder as the goddesses' performance hit its peak. Another guy tried to push onto the dance floor, only to be flicked aside by Ra like a fly. Another attempted to shout something lewd but stopped mid-sentence as Persephone glanced his way, her gaze icy enough to shut him up for good.

It was chaotic. It was surreal. It was pure madness.