Foolish Game of the Chapter 877: Where Did All Your Courage Go?

The atmosphere turned peculiar.

The enormous puppet had initially been retreating, yet after weathering Fate's assault, He stopped—and began to slowly study the Fate before Him once more.

Everyone knew that Silence never pressed in close to unleash His power. No—He never pressed in close to observe.

Although He was an observer, He never interfered with His subjects during observation. But today's uncharacteristic pause looked, by every asure, like a wordless taunt issued after confirming the other party posed no threat.

'I'm right here, watching your impotent fury. What are you going to do about it?'

This provocation-like behavior undoubtedly infuriated a certain master of Void. A mont later, the entire Void froze.

Every tangible attack vanished. The Void stopped crumbling. The screaming wind fell silent. Even the kaleidoscopic haze of change faded from the surroundings as the world seed to revert to black and white.

But did that an He'd given up His assault?

No. Absolutely not!

Quite the opposite—this was the mont the true war horn was sounded!

Because Fate governed not only change and fixed destiny, but also misfortune and divergence!

So even if Silence could perpetually mute Fate's direct influence upon Him, the instant this master of Void tried to indiscriminately drag the entire universe into divergence...

"..."

Silence fell silent.

You simply couldn't reason with a madman.

As part of this universe, Silence knew He would not be spared when misfortune and change were about to dominate all of existence. So He turned to retreat once more.

Yet even so, His "withdrawal" remained agonizingly slow. He seed to still be observing.

Then, at that very mont, a certain soone who'd caught the scent of entertainnt suddenly descended into this stretch of Void. He opened His eyes atop His sibling god's head—and the instant Silence glimpsed those stellar eyes...

The puppet vanished!

Gone on the spot. Instantly.

His reaction was blindingly fast, His movents razor-sharp—an utterly different creature from the three-steps-and-a-backward-glance figure of monts ago. It was as if "God" had suddenly unmuted a silent video. Silence was ripped from this stretch of Void without leaving a single trace.

Decisive. Bold. Absolute.

The mont Silence's power disappeared, the clown who'd nearly been turned into a puppet snapped his eyes open, threw his head back, opened his mouth wide, and gasped desperately. His chest heaved with naless terror—but also with the exhilaration of surviving the unsurvivable.

That exhilaration evaporated almost instantly, however, because the clown discovered that his two Benefactors had, at so point, squared off against each other in this Void.

Those two pairs of eyes—one perpetually mischievous, the other cold as frost—glanced sidelong at each other, each apparently deeming the other unworthy of a direct look.

'Hss—'

'My Benefactors rescued ?'

'One after the other, or together?'

'Had They... made up?'

Cheng Shi couldn't be blad for fixating on this—it was critically important. It determined how to even begin addressing two Benefactors at once.

In a situation like this, one wrong word was all it took. Repeated blasphemy at worst earned him a round of sarcasm, but spilling water when carrying two full cups ant...

...he might as well reroll a new account.

So Cheng Shi watched the standoff anxiously. Seeing that neither was paying the other any attention, he guessed Their relationship hadn't thawed. But if his two Benefactors were at odds, what was he—the unwitting "beneficiary"—supposed to do?

After much deliberation, Cheng Shi decided to ignore the details, deliberately blur the question of allegiance, and open with a barrage of praise across the board.

At the very least, he had to project one clear ssage: no matter how the two of You don't get along, this follower is devout.

But just as he'd finished composing his speech and was about to showcase his gratitude and devotion, the Fun God spoke first.

Sa old dripping sarcasm.

"What—the mute summons you just once, and you're already eager to offer him your devotion?

"Being an observer is fun, is it?

"Looks like being a puppet is more appealing than being a clown."

"..."

'Hold on—isn't Your ability to roast people in real ti a bit overpowered? Doesn't that need a nerf?'

Cheng Shi's "devout" expression froze on his face. He looked at the Fun God awkwardly, mouth opening to protest, but before the words could leave his throat, the other Benefactor spoke.

"How My follower conducts himself is not for others to judge. His devotion is none of your concern.

"Deceit, you should not be here.

"Void's accord rely proves that change must ultimately converge upon fixed destiny. The gaze you have cast upon him will bear witness to this final act.

"Before My wrath reaches you—leave. Go find your entertainnt."

"..."

At these words, the Fun God hadn't even reacted yet before Cheng Shi's mind went blank.

He blinked rapidly at his other Benefactor, sensing that today's Fate felt sohow different from before.

He seed colder. And more... resolute.

As for what exactly He was resolute about, Cheng Shi hadn't figured out yet.

But just because he couldn't see through it didn't an Deceit couldn't. Noticing that Fate seed to have forgotten sothing, the Fun God's gaze first sharpened, then His eyes crinkled with spreading mockery.

"I really shouldn't be here, but I'm afraid my entertainnt is right here.

"Fate truly is the essence of Void—your capacity for self-deception dwarfs even mine.

"Take notes, little clown. I told you your other Benefactor is a better liar than . See it now?"

Though the Fun God was snarking gleefully, Cheng Shi genuinely couldn't tell where Fate had been self-deceptive. He glanced at those laughing eyes, puzzled, then turned to those cold ones. Truthfully, if the expressions within the two pairs weren't so utterly different, their appearance alone made them impossible to tell apart.

Seeing his Benefactor Fate rely staring at Deceit in icy silence without speaking, curiosity got the better of Cheng Shi. He mustered his courage and ventured a question:

"What did my Benefactor deceive about?"

The question was deliberately vague. Both of Them were his Benefactors, and both were capable of deception, so while the words sounded like he was piggybacking on the Fun God's accusation, if you parsed them carefully, there was wiggle room for interpretation.

Cheng Shi had finally learned his lesson. No matter how curious he was, he didn't dare ask pointed questions in front of two Benefactors whose mood was this strange. All he could do was probe sideways and take the roundabout path.

Yet no one acknowledged his question. The Fun God chuckled softly, eyes filled with nothing but amusent. It was Fate who deigned to glance at Cheng Shi, let out a cold snort, and directly whisked His follower away from the scene. At the sa ti, He left one parting warning for His sibling god:

"Fixed destiny cannot be defied. Conduct yourself accordingly."

Watching His follower being carried off by Fate, Deceit wasn't the least bit annoyed. Instead, He burst into uproarious laughter right where He stood.

"What a fine 'fixed destiny cannot be defied'...

"Yes, your fixed destiny cannot be defied—but mine? That's another story.

"Dear little sister, I'll grant you this: you're talented at writing scripts. But have you considered that how the play is perford might not be up to the Screenwriter—but up to the actors?

"Ha. What a coward. You don't even have the courage to face yourself.

"Where did all your courage go?"

With that, those stellar eyes let out a contemptuous snort and glanced toward the distant nothingness, where it seed another battle had erupted within the Void.