"Haha..."

Within just a few short days, this was already the second time his ears had been destroyed.

But this was a good thing. It meant that with this generation of players entering the game, unprecedented major events were happening on the side of the gods every single day.

Nie Jiu Tian had been laughing silently all along. His laughter sounded heavy.

Even as he laughed, he kept shedding tears, as if thinking of all the sacrifices made in the past, and that era drowned in despair.

He was the person who retained the most memories, yet also the one who suffered the most. This time, watching those fifty-plus players choose to face the gods head-on and gamble with them, his heart was bleak.

He had only held onto a fantasy-like hope for that "Sin" who repeatedly created miracles, but he had already prepared for a complete and utter defeat.

He never expected he would actually hear of the fall of a god!

He couldn't quite figure out exactly how the game was won. If he had to guess, maybe "Sin" found some loophole that caused the Arbitrator to misjudge?

It didn't matter.

He didn't understand, and the gods didn't understand either. That was the best outcome!

From now on, he could no longer comprehend "Sin." And that was the greatest blessing.

For an old man like him, who had already lost to the point of having no options left, to encounter a successor whose back he couldn't even hope to see, wasn't that the greatest good fortune?

"Haha, it's good that I can't understand, it's good..."

As he spoke, he rubbed his blood-stained ears. He had been muttering to himself for a long time, but in reality, he couldn't even hear his own words.

"Tsk... these ears, I hope they're not permanently useless."

"They'll still be needed later."

Incidentally, he glanced at the communicator by his hand—his phone.

As the leader of Divine Punishment, Xie Antong had previously reached an agreement with him. Once the game ended and she came out, she would contact him.

So he could deduce the movements of the gods in designing the games.

But there had been no contact yet. He didn't know if something unexpected had happened, or if Xie Antong's injuries from that game were so severe she hadn't recovered yet.

...

In fact, there had indeed been some unexpected developments.

This game was far too special. After it ended, it wasn't like before where everyone directly entered their own game space for settlement.

Instead, they all returned to the initial space together. All surviving players gathered here.

Of course, most of them here were players "saved" by Xie Antong.

And now, Xie Antong, still in a near-death state, and Lu Ce, who had completely lost his sanity and was lying on the ground with his mouth opening and closing, finally appeared here.

Counting everyone present, there were still twenty-two people.

Fifty-three of the world's top-tier players came here, and now only twenty-two remained!

This game seemed to go against human nature. The higher the strength, the greater the casualty ratio.

And everyone here also knew full well—they shouldn't have survived either...

Perfect Life was currently sitting on the ground without any care for his personal image. Seeing these two return "safely," he also breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know what had happened in the subsequent time. He had been worried those two would really die there.

Moreover, he gradually realized something was off. He didn't know how these people had defeated the gods either. Perhaps it was also Blank's help.

But in any case, each of them should have a portion of Divine Power within them!

Those were the gods' stakes. The power within him was that of [Despair].

In other words, they were now all Spokespersons for the gods.

That power hadn't fully become a part of them. It was like something corrosive that they needed to absorb themselves.

Moreover, this power should be influencing everyone's minds, somewhat like transforming them in the direction of their respective gods!

Right now, he felt exceptionally despondent, his facial expression uncontrollably gloomy. The moment he closed his eyes, he felt his vision filled with images of blood and darkness.

Looking at the expressions of the others here, they were all in a similar state. It seemed even if they won, it was unclear whether this power was a blessing or a curse.

And among them, the one most deeply affected should be that guy...

Thinking this, Perfect Life looked toward an empty spot where a bloody lump was lying.

There wasn't a single person near him. That guy was like a source of plague, his entire body radiating terrifying killing intent.

That was Sun, likely the only player in this game who won by relying on his own strength.

The power on his body now was abnormally terrifying, filled with an aura of slaughter that kept leaking out.

His pursuit of power had reached its peak, but Perfect Life could hardly recognize him as human anymore.

He gave off a feeling of having gone too far...

Perfect Life found it hard to imagine what this person had just experienced. Could it be that he had just fought head-on against a god?

Yes!

The four portions of power divided by [War] became four god-made gods. Sun devoured the [Judgment] among them.

Just now, he fought against those three gods who suppressed their power level to match his, and he won!

And [War] didn't try to renege at all. He settled the account on the spot, directly obliterating those three gods and stuffing all their power into the barely-alive Sun.

Thus, on that body that seemed to have fallen apart, jagged wounds opened and closed with each breath. He was emitting strange murmurs from his mouth, as if his consciousness had long since vanished.

And now, "Sin" appeared.

His current appearance was also somewhat difficult for Perfect Life to comprehend. His mask had long since shattered. His entire body was wrapped in dark red flowing light, making his features indistinguishable.

The moment he appeared, Sun's body, which seemed already dead, suddenly twitched violently twice, pumping out a gush of blood.

Then, he suddenly surged up, like a beast on all fours. On his blood-stained face, two pitch-black holes were aimed in the direction of "Sin."

"Haha... finally, I've smelled it..."

"What scent is this I smell? It seems to be you. You've returned."

"You've returned!!!"

"Good, good, good, good. I knew you must still be alive. I knew you could still win!"

"Someone like you shouldn't die such a strange death. You deserve a grand death."

"For example, for example..."