To Lady of Pain, the gains and losses of one or two worlds were not really a problem.
Because those were limited losses.
Even if the worlds themselves were destroyed.
They could be replenished on the spot.
It would not even take a second.
What she cared about was the development prospects of the entire group—or rather, the entire plane.
Under that premise, in order to achieve her goal, the deaths and injuries of a few lifeforms did not count for anything.
Whether they were male or female, human or ghost, old or young.
There was no difference at all.
Mercy? Evil?
They were merely meaningless nouns.
They simply could not describe her, nor the other God Above Gods.
After all, everything within this plane had been created by them.
Food, drink, clothing, and all necessities likewise came from them.
Thus, they naturally possessed the highest authority to dispose of them.
Words like good and evil were not suited to describing them.
"Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things as straw dogs."
That sentence sounded somewhat cruel and heartless.
Yet in truth, it also represented fairness.
A fairness founded upon Heaven.
The stance of the God Above Gods was usually neutral.
They did not care whether you were good or evil, beautiful or ugly, poor or wealthy. They cared only whether your existence held any noteworthy meaning to the plane itself.
In their eyes, your value would not change because of any outward appearance.
Useful was useful; useless was useless.
For many who suffered discrimination, this was undoubtedly a tremendous kind of fairness!
Even if you were 160 centimeters tall, weighed 160 jin, and looked like you needed to be censored with mosaic blur.
The God Above Gods would still treat you the same as handsome, rich men and