In the main council hall where the gods gathered, the chief gods sat in their respective seats, all wearing grim expressions.
For a while, the atmosphere was utterly silent. No god spoke first. Even the usually calm and carefree goddess of beauty did not have her attendants support the heavy burden on her chest; instead, she folded her arms herself, her expression solemn.
After a long while, Odin, king of the Norse Pantheon, was the first to speak. "Everyone, we have no way back. In this battle between humans and gods, we have already lost four rounds. This is an intolerable disgrace."
"It can only be said that humanity's strength exceeded our expectations."
Zeus, whose injuries had somewhat recovered, spoke up. Adam had knocked the breath out of him, and he had only been brought back from the brink of death after prolonged resuscitation.
If he had not been the king of Greek Mythology and possessed formidable strength to begin with, he would never have retained even the slightest chance of survival under Adam's final barrage.
"What do we do, then? Are we supposed to lose the contest, let humanity continue to exist, and get humiliatingly swept bald in the process?"
Poseidon, god of the sea, spoke with a chill in his eyes, as though he could no longer restrain himself from taking action.
"Don't be so hasty. Humanity may not keep winning forever."
Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies, spoke. He did not actually care about the outcome of the competition, because in his eyes, this was merely entertainment for the gods.
Though there was indeed a law concerning a contest between humans and gods, it was an old law of the divine realm. If the gods truly did not wish to abide by it, they could simply overturn