Foolish Game of the Chapter 880: The God Who Came to Save Him

"So... why ?"

After a long silence between mortal and deity, Cheng Shi raised his head and asked the question, his expression complicated.

He had asked this question of mory, and of Deceit. mory had told him it was because the ruler of the Void era chose him, which made all the gods take an interest. Deceit had told him He didn't choose Cheng Shi — He chose Himself.

Now the question fell upon Fate. The spirals within those eyes paused for a mont. He gazed at Cheng Shi with sothing slightly less than cold detachnt, and after a long silence, spoke slowly:

"Because of Fixed Destiny. I did not choose you — Fixed Destiny resides within you."

"But Benefactor, isn't Fixed Destiny Your authority?!" Cheng Shi didn't understand. He stared wide-eyed, demanding an explanation — and then it hit him what Fate's words truly ant.

Fixed Destiny was indeed Fate's authority, but that authority had been... bestowed by Origin!

So the true source lay with Origin?!

He was the one who chose ??

At this thought, a terror far greater than before surged and boiled within Cheng Shi's heart. In that mont, he finally experienced the true horror of facing Origin, and never before had he felt so close to the Fun God.

The Fear Faction existed for a reason. No one enjoyed being targeted for no apparent cause.

Cheng Shi's face went deathly pale, drenched in cold sweat. He didn't dare think about anything related to Him, terrified that his wandering thoughts might draw an unknown gaze upon him. All he could do was silently pray for the Fun God to co and take him away — away from this Benefactor who was becoming an ever more fervent mber of the Approach Faction: Fate.

Yet the other mber of the Fear Faction offered no response, and Cheng Shi's heart slowly sank.

But things took a turn.

Perhaps because Fate had always been protecting His follower, or perhaps because the road to Fixed Destiny was inherently riddled with change — just as Cheng Shi was frantically wishing to escape this suffocating void, his savior truly arrived!

But it wasn't Deceit. It was...

Oblivion!

Oblivion, who had been waiting for an opportunity, materialized in the void without hesitation, dragging along His countless collapsing worlds as He appeared before Cheng Shi.

But before He could obliterate this favored child of Void and please Himself, He was imprisoned by an endless torrent of frigid Void wind, frozen in the space barely an arm's length from Cheng Shi.

In that instant, Fate's gaze turned to ice. He looked at Oblivion, who had suddenly appeared, and issued the most cold and contemptuous disdain in all the universe:

"Who gave you the courage, Oblivion?"

Oblivion?!

Cheng Shi, his thoughts in chaos, hadn't even noticed the change in the void. Only when he heard his Benefactor's voice did he jerk his head up — and ca face to face with a pair of eyes barely inches away, churning with the ashes of the cosmos, collapsing infinitely inward.

This was Oblivion?

Was He here to save him?

The thought had barely ford before Cheng Shi caught the mockery gleaming in those deep eyes. No — sothing was wrong!

He wasn't here to save anyone. He was here to... kill!

'Shit — Oblivion wants to kill ?!'

Why?

Cheng Shi was stunned. The pressure of a deity at arm's reach was too overwhelming. In that instant, the peak of terror completely shattered the Clown's reason, and his body moved on pure instinct.

His left hand shot forward, unleashing a bolt of Lightning Punishnt fueled by his own fear straight at Oblivion. Simultaneously, his right hand snapped, activating the entangled power of Fate and Ti, teleporting himself back to the space where Silence had nearly turned him into a puppet.

The sequence was seamless and fluid. Had it played out in a trial, anyone watching would have had no choice but to applaud.

But unfortunately, Cheng Shi wasn't facing a player, let alone an NPC — he was facing a true god.

His tricks, in the eyes of a true god, were as absurd as a clown's slapstick. That tiny flash of lightning was nothing more than a spotlight illuminating the Clown's exit. This mantis-trying-to-stop-a-chariot resistance served no purpose beyond entertaining the audience.

The problem was, neither of the two present found any of it funny.

Fate had been cold since ti immorial, rarely smiling at anything beyond Fixed Destiny. His lack of laughter was perfectly normal.

As for Oblivion...

He couldn't laugh.

Or rather, no one in His position could have. Because what had just happened was unmistakable — a mortal had just "declared war" on a true god with so laughable attack!

This pathetic clown had the audacity, in the presence of a true god, to challenge another true god's authority!

What manner of blasphemy was this?!

In the untold millennia of eras past, no mortal being had ever dared do anything as insane as what Cheng Shi had just done.

A mortal had fired a bolt of thunder at a true god — and that thunder even carried the essence of Death, an opposing faith!

How dare he?

Oblivion was so enraged it was almost comical. For a brief mont, He suddenly understood why Deceit had chosen this particular player. The man probably suited Deceit's taste perfectly — his behavior even had a certain flair reminiscent of the god Himself.

But a mortal having the nerve to provoke Him like this undeniably inflad Oblivion's already hostile feelings toward Void. He shattered Fate's shackles and attempted to obliterate the Clown once and for all in the emptiness of the void.

However, Fate would never allow anyone to break His Fixed Destiny. And so, a new war erupted in the void.

This ti, the scale dwarfed even the Void civil war.

Swaths of infinite blackness peeled away. The interior of Void was revealed and then buried again. The power of Fate flowed thick as stellar plasma, threatening to solidify the entire space into eternity, while the breath of Oblivion raged in all directions, disintegrating everything solid into ash.

The two divine forces entwined and annihilated each other. Stray, masterless divinity exploded and buzzed. What had begun as sparks of conflict caught fire in an instant, erupting into an apocalyptic blaze that nearly dragged the entire universe down with it.

In that mont, the gaze of every single one of Them turned toward this place.

The standoff ground on. Oblivion's strategy had always been speed. He knew Decay's prison wouldn't hold those two for long, so the mont He realized He couldn't obliterate Void's favorite under Fate's watch, His expression darkened rapidly.

"Void is full of madn! You and Deceit have clearly already split — why are you still protecting His follower? He wants to distance himself from Origin, yet you tirelessly draw closer to Him! I'm doing you a favor, and now you're stopping ? Fate, have you lost your mind?"

Fate let out a cold snort, said nothing, and simply intensified the pressure.

"..."

Oblivion fell silent.

You simply couldn't reason with a madman.

Deceit had never gone this far for His follower, but Fate... it was as though soone had stepped on a dragon's reverse scale. He looked like He was prepared to keep Oblivion here no matter the cost.

Under the Convention's protection, Oblivion wasn't afraid of tangling with Fate. The problem was — due to the inheritable nature of the Convention's authority restrictions — He had to be wary. If other gods caught a whiff of opportunity and descended on this place, would they fish in muddied waters the way He himself had just done? Or would they, like Truth, use a "perfectly justified" imprisonnt to carve away at His authority?

After all, Oblivion still had an Envoy out there to worry about.

So when He sensed the spatial fluctuations around them growing ever more violent, with soone already attempting to descend, Oblivion had no choice but to swallow his defeat through gritted teeth — a failed "assassination" of a re mortal — and turn to leave.

But Fate had no intention of letting Him go. He had been enraged by this "dishonorable" intruder who dared to break Fixed Destiny. He set aside everything, chased after Oblivion, and in the heat of pursuit, issued a divine edict to all of Fate's followers:

Sever Oblivion's destiny!

For Fate's players, this was an inconceivable edict. How could a mortal sever the destiny of a true god?

But if the edict existed, then the problem wasn't with the Benefactor's command — it was with their own understanding.

And so, in an instant, the zealous followers eager to fulfill the edict turned their eyes toward every Oblivion follower in the trials — just as Oblivion's followers were, at that very mont, secretly plotting against Death's faithful.

A war of faith suddenly erupted within the ga, in the strangest way imaginable.

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