Just monts ago, sothing utterly absurd had occurred in this world.
A mortal who couldn't touch a god in any dinsion had just revealed a so-called cosmic truth to one.
Ha. Not even the most daring screenwriter would have imagined such a ridiculous plot. Yet it had played out in reality.
[War]'s blazing gaze fixed on Cheng Shi. In that mont, Cheng Shi didn't look like a player — more like a puppet controlled by [Deceit], sent here specifically to deliver this information.
But Cheng Shi was genuinely no puppet. His motive for offering [War] this trade was to leverage [War]'s combative nature to create chaos in the universe for the Fear Faction.
He hadn't forgotten what the Fun God was plotting. His Benefactor's target was obviously the one who transcended everything — the "experintal" puppet master of the sliced universe, [Origin].
Rember that previous conversation between Cheng Shi and the Fun God? Cheng Shi had deduced His determination to investigate, but had begged Him to extend the preparation ti until he could actually help.
Easy to say, but a mortal trying to help a true god sche against a supre being? That was pure fantasy.
Yet every problem had a solution. If a mortal couldn't help, perhaps another true god could?
[War] wasn't a purebred Fear Faction mber, but He was afraid nonetheless. If that fear could be weaponized — as in this very mont...
When countless versions of [War] across the sliced universes waged war against each other, wouldn't the resulting chaos in the "experint grounds" provide the perfect smokescreen for the Fun God's mysterious plan?
This was the most effective support Cheng Shi could currently envision for the Fear Faction.
Of course, it wasn't purely support. It was also a probe. A probe of the Fun God.
Cheng Shi's personal endorsent ant nothing to [War]. Even if he closed this deal, he'd only be passing along a tip. Whether [War] could actually break through the spatiotemporal barrier via [Ti] and find other versions of [War]...
That depended entirely on whether the Fun God approved.
[Ti] had no ti for such affairs, so the final say still rested with [Deceit].
This was also why Cheng Shi appeared puppet-like: he knew that only by representing the Fun God could this trade possibly proceed.
And the Fun God's attitude toward this trade would reveal much.
If He accepted, it likely ant He planned to create chaos right under [Origin]'s nose. Perhaps that was why He'd seized [Chaos]'s authority and divine seat.
If He refused, well — the dog that bites doesn't bark. His rejection of chaos could only an He was stockpiling power for sothing even larger and more terrifying.
And the latter's risk was obviously far greater than the forr's, which at least offered wriggle room for excuses!
So Cheng Shi's move was also "prophesying" a vague future for himself. He wanted to know what kind of "changing" ending he was heading toward.
But all of this required [War] to agree first. If He retreated again like before...
"Co out... Your agent isn't qualified to bargain with ."
The eyes of blood and fire suddenly snorted, conjuring a blood wave across the battlefield that slamd the stunned Cheng Shi into the crimson sea, sweeping him away into the current.
The instant Cheng Shi vanished, a pair of mirthful starlit eyes opened above the clown's forr position, gazing down at [War] from an even loftier vantage, half-smiling:
"It seems You're interested in the little clown's trade?"
[War] rumbled: "You could be more forthright... No need to pin this trade on your believer."
"Oh?" [Deceit] burst into laughter. "You've got it wrong. This trade surprised
too. My plans never included you.
But since we're both here, I'm curious — [War], are you interested in my plan?"
[War]'s gaze hardened: "So Your target really is [Origin]!"
[Deceit]'s grin widened as He returned the line in kind: "And Your target really is [Origin]!"
The two pairs of divine eyes locked for a mont. Then silence descended.
Before long, [Deceit] chuckled:
"Heh~
Relax. You could take two of . What's there to fear?
Cold feet before battle is a cardinal sin of warfare."
"I'm not retreating... I'm rely wondering... If this universe truly is as you say, with countless versions of
I never knew existed... once war has flattened everything... will there still be opponents?"
"?"
At this, the Fun God — who'd assud [War] was hiding His true depth — completely lost His composure.
'Are you seriously playing armchair general here?'
'If [Origin] were that easy to deal with, where do you think My fear ca from? And how did [Folly] lose His authority?'
And so, [Deceit]'s tone instantly turned drippingly sarcastic:
"I'd thought [War] was a great fighter. How disappointing that You're an even greater fantasist.
Honestly, You're rather out of place in [Civilization]. Why not join my [Void]? I'll have [Fate] make room. He's been insufferably status-obsessed anyway, practically reeking of [Civilization]."
"..."
One sentence attacking two gods. You could never out-snark [Deceit].
[War] fell silent once more, but the Fun God's mockery never let up.
"Well? Carry on with your armchair strategizing. If you don't say sothing soon, I'll start wondering if [Silence] has taken control.
A [War] puppet?
Hmm, that would actually make sense. So the one who beat
earlier was actually [Silence]? A 2v2 — losing that is no sha."
"...No need for provocations. I won't humor you by picking a fight with [Silence].
War isn't only about fighting... it's about contending... He never contends, so fighting Him would be dull... Just tell ... tell
your plan... I'm still more interested in [Origin]."
The starlit eyes rolled once, the smile growing even brighter.
"Fair enough. Adding an extra role alongside the fixed script — isn't that a kind of change?
Joining is simple. Fight .
Win, and I'll take you to smash down [Origin]'s door.
Lose, and you follow my instructions obediently."
The instant those words fell, the silent battlefield reignited with war!
But it didn't last long. Before the flas could illuminate the entire universe, they were suddenly snuffed out.
The eyes of blood and fire stared intensely at the seven-colored starlit eyes before them — utterly different from before — battle fury boiling:
"That is [Origin]'s power? Where did you obtain it? Was your previous loss deliberate?"
"Scared?"
"Again!"
"Heh."
"Again!"
"Tch—"
"Again!"
"?"
"Again!"
"..."
In a certain instant, those eternally brilliant starlit eyes actually dimd the faintest shade under the reflected firelight — not unlike a certain lord upon His Bone Throne encountering certain [Void] annoyances.
Indeed, a brute was a brute. Absolutely unreasonable.
"Again!"
"..."
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