Faced with those gazes from every direction, laden with intense scrutiny.
Whether it was Worida Mala, Mask, or any of the other suspected parties.
In an extremely short span of time.
Their asses all clenched tight.
Even certain fellows who had yet to figure out what had happened, still somewhat bewildered by the situation, instantly seemed to have their eight extraordinary meridians opened beneath those surrounding gazes, immediately grasping several crucial points...
And then.
A chill ran down their spines...
This enormous black pot was truly more than they could bear...
Take Mask, the God of Rogues, who possessed only Lesser Divine Power. He truly wanted to say:
"You really think too highly of me..."
Stealing an artifact belonging to the God Above Gods from within the Pantheon while it was guarded by beings with Great Divine Power?
Were they stacking buffs here?
Either the guards or the artifact's owner could crush him to death with one hand.
So even though he was the God of Rogues, he absolutely could not admit to such a charge...
For the time being, he had no desire to become a dead God of Death.
Worida Mala, the God of Rogues, who was somewhat stronger than him, had much the same thoughts.
That enormous, black, heavy pot of stealing the Fate Stone Tablet was something he truly could not carry.
Even if he were lent several more dog guts, he would never dare set his sights on the Fate Stone Tablet.
At most, he had only thought of watching it from afar and admiring the radiance upon it.
After all, becoming a God was not easy. He did not wish to become an Astral corpse so soon, left there for others to admire...
Especially under such a stupid accusation...
In this regard.
Although none