Qin Chuan's words hit everyone like a bucket of ice water, dousing the excitement of seeing their teammates become gods.
They could wear down an Upper God.
Self-destruction.
Together, those words carried a weight that made it hard to breathe.
The joy on Tiga Lingyu's and Song Ling's faces quickly faded. They had only just experienced what it was like to crush an enemy with a concept.
Their newfound powers—one centered on Stillness, the other on Termination—were made for a direct clash of laws.
But against an enemy that targeted the mind and drove its victims to tear themselves apart, their abilities seemed useless.
" Mental Pollution? Sounds a bit like that old piece of trash, the God of Forgetting, only dirtier." Dawn curled his lip and instinctively pulled Mirror behind him.
The memory of having his mind tampered with was a thorn he could never pull out.
"Not similar. Fundamentally different," Season Star's projection added from beside them. She brought up a new data model. "The God of Forgetting 'revised' memories. He replaced facts with lies. The Wailing Banshees 'amplify' emotions. They find the most genuine negative feeling in your heart, even if it's no bigger than a grain of sand, then magnify it into a mountain."
"Fear, suspicion, envy, resentment... Everyone has them. Their law turns those feelings into weapons you use to kill yourselves."
Her words plunged the Command Center into a brief silence.
Even Yada Yada, usually the loudest of them all, fell quiet for once, his face showing a trace of wariness.
"Then what the hell are we fighting for?" he muttered. "Aren't we just showing up to be their entertainment?"
"That's why this operation has one condition." Qin Chuan's gaze swept over everyone before settling on Season Star.
"Season Star will serve as the