Pleasure watched as the criticism against him ca to an end and leaned back in his chair, looking sowhat unsatisfied, as if he hadn't had enough.
To be honest, although the consequences of his own spontaneous rebellion were sothing even he hadn't anticipated, watching the other gods lose their composure still gave him an inexplicable sense of pleasure.
They lost, facing the risk of dissolution... but what did that have to do with him?
Anyway, in this round of the Ga, he hadn't lost anything. On the contrary, he had gained many benefits. The only pity was being stabbed by that little girl...
It would be even better if they all lost and died! The thought of a group of gods losing a life-or-death wager ga to a human—how delightful that sounds!
Just thinking about it made him feel quite amused.
Wait... maybe that's not right either. If that really happened, the one who would benefit the most might not be him, but Death...
Speaking of which, he wondered how much benefit Death gained from Knowledge's dissolution this ti. Could it be more than what he got?
As he pondered this, he simultaneously divided part of his attention to observe the Arbitrator at this mont.
He actually felt sothing was very off about the Arbitrator right now, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what exactly.
Seizing the mont before the other gods started asking questions, he proactively spoke up:
"Let's not talk about useless things first. I want to ask you sothing."
"I was present when 'Knowledge' died, I even participated in the ga. I know what kind of ga his Life and Death Boundary is."
"He was practically invincible within his ga scenario. I can't imagine at all how 'Sin' could win, and he didn't show any signs of being about to win either."
"Why did you rule that He lost?"
At the eting of the gods, in front of all the gods, he brought up this matter once again.
The Arbitrator's heart stirred, rembering another piece of advice that "Sin" had given him.
—"No matter what demands they make of you, reasonable or unreasonable, whether you can fulfill them or not, your first response must always be to refuse."
"After so back-and-forth, reluctantly agree to the things you were already going to do anyway. This way, it makes the things you genuinely intend to refuse seem reasonable."
But this matter was absolutely a question he truly couldn't answer!
"I'm sorry, I can't say anything about that."
Pleasure imdiately narrowed his eyes, and the other gods also looked over.
What did 'can't say' an?
"You firmly refused during that ga before, and you're still insisting now?"
"Arbitrator, your stance is questionable..."
Hearing these aggressive words, the Arbitrator seed to calm down instead, as if recalling the first thod "Sin" had taught him. He spoke neither submissively nor arrogantly:
"This isn't a matter of stance. To be honest, I find that guy very displeasing too, and I'd like him to die quickly."
"But before the ga started, it was already established that the manner of his victory cannot be disclosed."
"Knowledge's death has already shaken so of the Ga's fundantal rules. At a ti like this, we really shouldn't keep violating the rules."
"This is a critical period. For the stability of the Ga, I hope you all understand."
The Arbitrator spoke with his head lowered, slightly bowing, appearing ek and submissive.
This attitude when facing the gods had been his daily routine before, but now, performing it gave him an uncomfortable, twisted feeling in his heart.
He didn't yet know that this twisted feeling was called humiliation.
He had already broken free from his shackles. In terms of actual strength, he surpassed any single god!
From the mont he gained independent will, he no longer wanted to speak with his head bowed.
The stability of the Ga was in the common interest of all the gods. With this reason given, it was indeed difficult to press him further.
Pleasure looked at him thoughtfully. This type of response always gave him a feeling of being brushed off.
But those who shared his sentint were in the minority. After all, Knowledge was already dead. Who cared how He died?
For those gods who were tricked by Pleasure this ti and lost part of their power, the next ga was the main focus.
From among the points of light in the palace, a god whose identity was unclear suddenly spoke:
"Can the next ga start right now? There's no need to prepare anything. We need to hurry."
"That won't do. The Ga requires a buffer ti for announcents. If you all have already discussed and decided, we can announce the ti for the next ga now."
"Give a chair. I want to manifest."
Suddenly, a sowhat weak voice rang out.
"That's not really possible..." The Arbitrator, firmly rembering "Sin's" thod, instinctively refused.
Huh?
All the gods turned their heads in unison, looking at the Arbitrator with so astonishnt.
Damn it, this one is possible! There's absolutely no reason for this to be impossible!
Cursing inwardly, the Arbitrator realized he seed to have applied the formula incorrectly and hurriedly spoke up:
"No, I an, this will require a brief wait."
After uttering a sowhat vague sentence, the Arbitrator quickly took action, wanting to divert so attention. He casually made a new chair materialize beside the long table in the Giant's Palace.
Then, an illusory, ink-blue airflow swirled, condensing into a body in a sowhat transparent manner, appearing on that chair.
—Nightmare!
Seeing that it was actually Him, the Arbitrator was montarily stunned. Pleasure, however, said with great curiosity:
"Oh? It's actually you! Shouldn't you have already entered a deep sleep?"
"I thought you were on the verge of death. I didn't expect you could still co out. Impressive."
Hearing Pleasure's words, Nightmare's entire form rippled with a hatred as solid as congealed ice, forcing himself not to look at the other!
The reason he had ended up in this state today was entirely thanks to Him! And He actually dared to...
But he didn't want to complicate matters now. For sothing like Pleasure, killing him just for fun was entirely possible.
"My ti is limited. Since none of you have asked the key question all this while, I'll ask it."
"Arbitrator, the next ga needs to start as soon as possible. Furthermore, random matching is no longer acceptable. The player who won against us in the last ga must be the one to face us again!"
Here it cos!
The Arbitrator knew that this matter was undoubtedly the most critical point of this eting.
He and "Sin" had spent the longest ti discussing precisely this issue.
After a mont's thought, he decided to stick to the formula and refuse first.
"I'm sorry, regarding this matter..."
"Arbitrator." Suddenly, a sowhat authoritative voice interrupted him.
A god who had been sitting at the round table all along without expressing any opinion suddenly spoke, bringing with him an imnse sense of pressure that ca crashing forward.
—Life!
"Don't you think you've refused us a bit too many tis?"
Wrong!
Alarm bells blared loudly in the Arbitrator's mind.
How could I have completely trusted that guy, "Sin"?!
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