Was this their first ti participating in a confrontation against the very essence of the ga?
Even their trash talk phase was so conservative and polite.
If his mask today had been golden, he probably would have directly declared the ga's win rate to be zero.
Sohow, she actually looked forward to seeing Pride's personality engage in dialogue with the ga.
After all, all ga voices carried a condescending tone when facing players—only Pride treated everything equally.
—Equally looking down upon the ga, gods, and players alike.
Moreover, hearing how Lu Ce had managed to recognize all the rules without any prior awareness made her realize: Laziness couldn't possibly be just a side-effect mask!
The strongest player still existed! Variables still remained!
The condition she had specifically reserved for Lu Ce had truly served its purpose.
This ga's announcent voice was clearly related to the Divine Selection—she just didn't know which one it was or how powerful.
But perhaps after playing so many gas with Lu Ce, she had beco disillusioned with things that seed invincible.
Sin's actions were unpredictable, but after Xie Antong learned the face beneath that mask, she chose to believe in his true nature.
He was never truly cruel, malicious, or bloodthirsty.
Those were just his masks, his thods, the deals he made with the deepest demons of his soul.
He only had one true face—the pursuit of ultimate strength!
And in this process, he would always choose the riskiest path, the one that seed most unreasonable.
Because the steeper the path appeared, the faster one could ascend.
Thus, he would drag the ga into the fray and shatter what seed like the most unsolvable zero-sum ga between players.
This should have been a predicant belonging to humanity, to all players—yet it was this man, the least righteous of them all, who broke it.
Perhaps he never consciously considered this, but his extre actions had already paved the way for everyone.
This should have been an unconventional contribution, yet he was labeled a madman.
As for this danger, most players would undoubtedly reject it!
The All-Seeing Eye captured every player's expression. Xie Antong saw clearly—Players 7 and 8, those in later positions, all wore unusually grim expressions after hearing these conditions.
Many even shot Sin looks of hatred and confusion.
They must be thinking: Dragging the referee into the ga would only lower their chances of winning, their odds of survival.
They must be thinking: Sharing a ga with Sin was the worst luck imaginable.
Thus, this act—breaking the zero-sum ga among players, creating an escape from mutual slaughter—would be seen as heresy.
But...he didn't have to do this.
Xie Antong's eyes lowered slightly, not wanting others to see her expression.
Perhaps after learning who lay beneath that mask, the "Sin" in her eyes was no longer the embodint of fear and death, but the man who had walked into her heart three years ago.
He didn't have to do this. If he hadn't dragged the Divine Selection into the ga, who would benefit most? The later-positioned players?
Wasn't it him?!
Without opposing the ga, who among them could truly defeat him?
Perfect Life?
The probability seed low to her.
Ga 2.0, player competition mode, civil war.
This should have been his paradise. With strength surpassing all global players, he could have easily harvested perfect clears in every ga, accumulating power.
Just like the nobles at the pinnacle of every dynasty in history.
Just like what her own family had done.
But he didn't. He chose the hardest path, challenging the ga again and again, voluntarily stepping into danger. After becoming invincible, his first move was to look toward the heavens.
Clearly, he was the correct one.
Clearly, he was the one who turned the spearhead toward the ga itself.
Sin didn't wallow complacently in his identity as the strongest—he kept swinging his blade at greater challenges, as if sothing behind him kept pushing him forward.
Yet for this, he was labeled a madman, a brute, even a scapegoat whenever the ga showed the slightest disturbance.
If it were Perfect Life, the world's strongest player, would he make such choices?
Would he reject easier paths and actively raise the ga's difficulty like a death wish, dragging the ga's rules into it?
As she pondered, she glanced up at Perfect Life.
No.
He would never do this!
Because he was perfect—his blood didn't carry such irrational, dangerous impulses.
And thus, he was already imperfect.
The truly perfect player was soone else.
......
Perfect Life: ?
He felt strange—did that woman called "Blank" just glance at him?
He distinctly sensed scrutiny and... superiority in that look?
Huh?
What did that an? Was she sending so ssage? He didn't get it!
[Good! Since that's the case, I'll join the fun. The ga's rules are set—keh keh keh~]
Perhaps because it was setting its own rules, the ga's voice now sounded more relaxed and at ease.
"Uh, wait a second, I have a question."
Player 7 suddenly spoke up, as if making a last-ditch effort.
"I an no disrespect to 'Sin,' but shouldn't the previous conditions require consensus among the rest of us too?"
"This... having the referee itself join the ga, isn't that a bit—!"
[Ga mode generated!]
The ga's voice cut him off, utterly ignoring him!
Player 7's face turned ashen, then his footing gave way—he plumted straight into a glowing gate.
[All players, enter your designated areas. The new ga has begun!]
One gate after another materialized beside the players.
Perfect Life and the others stepped through without hesitation.
When Xie Antong entered, only she and Lu Ce remained on the field.
Abruptly, without context, she said:
"I hope you won't regret your decision."
[Don't worry, he definitely will, ahahaha!]
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