The sky formed a massive hourglass with [Pleasure] at its core, as endless energy and matter swept through the heavens and earth, causing the entire space to tremble unstably.

Even the seemingly infinite spectator stands were affected, caught up and swept into this energy.

Amidst the chaos, what the crowd was shouting could no longer be distinguished clearly. All that could be seen were the glowing figures gathered on the seats, exploding one after another.

Gathered here as spiritual entities in a state of consciousness, their direct explosions, while not creating the gory scenes of flesh and blood, still spread a considerable degree of terror.

Moreover, lacking a physical body didn't mean they escaped unharmed. These exploding spiritual entities, if their own constitution was somewhat resilient, would still fall into a coma for several hours in the real world.

If they weren't resilient enough, the most severe consequence could even be... spiritual death!

All the figures began to sway, instinctively wanting to flee. But they hadn't been summoned here of their own volition, and now, wanting to leave was still not their decision to make.

"All spectators need not panic. The scenes within the Game will not cause you any harm."

"Repairs are being expedited!"

The Arbitrator soared into the air, acting as the referee in control of this Game, forcefully suppressing the current turmoil within it.

While comforting the countless spectators, He observed the state of [Pleasure] with an exceptionally complex emotion in His eyes.

What surprised Him was that, logically, [Pleasure]'s current energy level should rank among the forefront of the gods. He shouldn't have lost control so directly yet.

However, within His shock, there was also a hint of secret delight. His current status and identity were already semi-opposed to the gods. If [Pleasure] could die in this Game...

That would be quite profitable!

[Death] stood up frowning within the black box, His brow furrowed as He looked outside. He too didn't know how His emotionally unstable teammate was doing.

[You wouldn't... be trying to get yourself sent to my place, would you.]

......

"Hahahaha! Is there any need to get so worked up?"

The Xie Antong (Sin) opposite watched the remaining hourglass in her hand, still continuously trying to wrest control of Xie Antong's spirit from [Pleasure].

He was starting to think that [Death]'s design for the Game's participants really had something to it.

No wonder He had been so confident back then, saying that once they knew "Blank" was the one at the gambling table, their defeat was already assured.

This identity of a Divine Apostle was truly a perfect fit for the Game. It meant that at any time, as long as [Pleasure] was willing to pay the price, He would inevitably be able to defeat her.

It's just that since the birth of the gods, none had ever wanted to pay such a price. So even an ancient fossil like Nie Jiu Tian hadn't known such a situation could occur.

[What, is He unwilling to come out and help you?]

[Or does He only show Himself when you're about to die?]

[Or think about it again this time—if you die, does He still have the ability to bring you back to life once more!]

[Pleasure]'s voice, while sounding relatively steady, actually carried a hint of panting.

Just now, perhaps provoked by "Sin's" ability, or maybe thinking of something that stimulated Him, His emotions had undergone a significant fluctuation.

Coming back to His senses, He had even scared Himself, quickly stabilizing His mind to avoid truly losing control.

Back when He took advantage of someone's misfortune to bully [Nightmare], He had mocked the other, saying He couldn't possibly fall to that state Himself.

Due to the considerable energy transfer and consumption, His thoughts were now very chaotic.

Both He and Xie Antong (Sin) had only one Chip left. At this moment, the sand within His Chip also began to flow faster.

The sand on both sides was almost gone. The level inside the hourglass in [Pleasure]'s hand wasn't much higher either.

This current level was the life-and-death line. [Pleasure] might not have expected that dealing with these two would push Him to this extent.

If the other side had just one more hourglass, the outcome of this Game would truly be hard to say...

[Pleasure] calculated in His heart and suddenly had an exceptionally absurd thought.

—Based on this rate of consumption, could it be that the power "Sin" could mobilize had already reached one-third of His own?! 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

That was clearly impossible.

His thoughts became exceptionally chaotic. He felt a weakness He had never experienced before, and the corner of His mouth inexplicably curled into a smile.

He looked at the hourglass in the other's hand. The sand within was now flowing very slowly, yet it was so steady, so unstoppable!

[Heh... It seems it's about to end.]

[Little girl, this is really letting you off easy.]

"Your laugh is truly unpleasant to hear..."

Xie Antong (Sin) also spoke with a twisted grin. At this point, the consciousness belonging to Xie Antong's original body had likely fallen unconscious again after devouring too much power.

The one who could still reply now was the persona "Sin."

"If you don't want to let me off easy, you could also cut off the energy input. It's not like she asked for it; you're the one forcing it on her..."

[Pleasure] merely twitched the corner of His mouth this time, saying nothing. Someone who has experienced hardship and is about to achieve victory often loses the desire to speak.

He looked somewhat complexly at the face before Him—this girl He had always regarded as merely amusing, even just a tool for Him to observe "Sin."

A momentary lapse in judgment back then, sparing her life, and who would have thought things would come to this today.

This was no longer just an Apostle. With this level of energy infusion, she was practically a mini-[Pleasure]!

No! After this matter, He must reclaim this energy. Otherwise, He would be in trouble!

Just as He was thinking this, suddenly, a crisp sound rang out.

*Crack!*

The hourglass in Lu Ce's hand, having let fall its final grain of sand, shattered with a bang!

Less than two minutes had passed. No miracle occurred, even though [Pleasure]'s hourglass was also nearing empty.

But the fact was, it was already over...

For once, He actually felt a sense of relief. Both sides lowered their heads, silent for over ten seconds. This final confrontation had been truly suffocating.

[Pleasure] released His grip on His hourglass, looked up at Xie Antong (Sin), and this time, He did not smile.

[It's over.]

Xie Antong (Sin): ...

[Pleasure] didn't look at the other's expression, turning instead to face the Arbitrator:

[Can the result be announced now? He bet all His Chips. Now, there are no more Chips left for Him to expend.]

But as soon as the words left His mouth, He noticed that the Arbitrator beside Him wore a somewhat dazed expression, as if stunned!

"No... That's not right..."

"But the current display shows He still has Chips."