[: What? He was practically in his face insulting him a mont ago!]
[: And they still chose him? Let him be their spokesperson? Is this so-called Lust actually a masochist?]
[: After fighting so hard and failing to kill him, it ends with selecting "Sin" at light speed?]
[: He refused the ga twice, fought back multiple tis, even openly insulted him just now, and the ga still chooses to cozy up? This system is a joke.]
[: Is this how your goddess behaves in front of the one she likes?]
Everyone watching Lu Ce’s ga livestream was spamming the chat wildly. The scene before them offered too many things to roast, and a lot of viewers were borderline triggered.
No test, no selection process, they just forced it on him!
This...
“What is this? Is this supposed to be a good thing?”
Jiang Yuan beside them asked, a bit confused. In his eyes, Lust was wrapped in a soft pink glow.
At the sa ti, his own body was being enveloped by that glow, gradually repairing itself. His carbonized flesh sloughed off, revealing pink, living tissue beneath.
Like a generous bonus dropped specifically for him.
Xie Antong had no answer. She couldn’t comprehend how Pleasure operated with zero logic.
This was humiliating, beyond awkward. Actions like this could even cheapen the ga’s reputation in people’s minds!
Was Lu Ce such a prized catch in their eyes?
As that thought occurred to Xie Antong, a startling idea bubbled up in her mind.
—Betting on both sides?!
In tis of war, great families would sotis support opposing forces simultaneously to ensure their survival regardless of the outco.
But...
These were Gods! How could they do that?!
Xie Antong smiled wryly, feeling the absurdity.
At that mont, another system announcent sounded from the sky.
[In this ga, the God of Pleasure’s power has chosen a player worthy of its strength.]
[Player "Blank" receives the God of Pleasure’s divine power inheritance, as its spokesperson!]
Xie Antong froze. Even sothing for her?
True—at the start of this ga there had been a line about Pleasure being involved.
Before she could think further, a shaft of targeted light descended from the courtyard’s open roof, crashing into Xie Antong in a way that could not be resisted or dodged.
She staggered. She didn’t have Lust’s overwhelming power, and her face changed instantly.
The godly force washed over her body and mind. With the last of her rationality, she forced a shot of sedative into herself to maintain clarity.
Then she sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and resembled a cultivator ditating to recover.
At this point, the last surviving players in the two gas had each beco a "God’s Chosen," beginning to assimilate the incomprehensible "proxy" energy.
Only Jiang Yuan remained, pressed against the wall—small, pitiful, and helpless.
The Ga, and the Gods, would never pick him as a spokesperson. He was a loser—by theory he should be considered dead.
Why did these two suddenly carry an aura of “enemies”?
Logically, this would be the perfect chance to act, right?
But how could he make a move right now...
“Alright, you don’t understand a lot. Get used to it.” The Black Knight’s voice ca, hopping onto his shoulder.
“Just watch obediently. Act as a protector here. When the two of them wake up, you can go ask whatever you want.”
...
In the infinite void.
There was no notion of being or non-being here, only an unclaid wasteland where ti and space had yet to be ford.
Suddenly, a ripple of energy disturbed the balance. Chaos fell, and the concept of "space" was born.
A patch of void opened up.
Then the space tore, and a figure stepped out.
“Sigh, such trouble. What should I na this place?”
“Let’s just call it the Void Realm from now on.”
When it spoke, it sounded as if it were law of the universe—defining ti, space, concepts, and all anings.
If Lu Ce were here, he would recognize this being at once.
—The Arbitrator!
That special existence representing the Ga.
“All right, everyone, I think it’s necessary to hold a eting. Let’s call it the First Assembly of the Gods. How about that?”
“Whether you are sleeping, half-dead, borrowing a corpse, or insane with unstable consciousness...”
“I still hope you all can attend, at least try to show up.”
The Arbitrator spoke to the empty void for a long ti and received no response, seemingly talking to himself.
In truth, he didn’t care.
Clap!
He snapped his fingers, producing a crisp sound.
With a neutral expression, the Arbitrator addressed the empty space:
“Very well, this eting is now officially in session. Thank you for participating.”
A eting of gods didn’t require anything elaborate. Wherever “space” existed by definition, if they wished to hear, they could hear.
The only reason the Arbitrator created this private space was to avoid being overheard by certain other parties.
“This eting’s topic is simple. It revolves around a certain individual.”
“Hmm, you probably know whom I an—the player called ‘Sin’ in World 1073.”
No sooner had the Arbitrator finished speaking than the space trembled.
A burst of golden radiance flared in the void, followed by an angry, domineering voice:
“Hmph! A lowly mortal and you drag us here for him!?”
“Ah~ War has arrived. If you truly don’t care, why bother to co yourself... haha, don’t be angry, I’m just joking.”
The Arbitrator chuckled a little, calming War down.
“Although his current power hasn’t reached his essence, what he has displayed so far does deserve attention.”
“First on the agenda... Is Pleasure present? Do you have any explanation for your earlier behavior?”
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