After the output finished, Chen Cheng let out a long breath. Then he was like a prisoner closing his eyes and waiting for death, merely waiting for the God Sovereign, that executioner with his blade, to bring it down.
Yet the imagined punishment of death—or rather, the reprisal—never came. The God Sovereign did not even feel the slightest hint of hatred or any other emotion because of his insults.
Instead, the God Sovereign looked at him with the pitying gaze one gave a madman, his tone still as gentle as ever.
"Poor child, but you must understand that if this continues, your world has no future. Your world—everything you have—will face a cruel end at some point."
"Heh, fine. You can't really be called evil. At least you didn't feel humiliated by my insults. In fact, you even gave me... gave me a feeling of affection, like that of an elder.
"But your outlook is different from mine. At the very least, our understanding stands opposed to each other. I'm human. Humans can't reach the heights of you nearly immortal gods, so what you've told me can only be called playing music to a cow.
"Yet the theories you speak of become real and endless torment and punishment when they fall upon us.
"Death, endings, and the like aren't something we fear in our understanding. Whether it's the apocalypse of religious theology or the increase of entropy in the scientific worldview, our world will eventually walk toward its end.
"And a half-dead existence like the one you described isn't salvation to us. It's merely prolonging the process of dying."
Chen Cheng's voice was extremely soft, yet the God Sovereign heard him very clearly.
Only at this moment did he realize why his conversation with Chen Cheng seemed to be taking