After successfully carrying out a Man-made Controllable Crisis, the deities were immensely pleased with themselves. Even their voices had grown much louder—where was their earlier self-doubt now?
With the success of this operation, along with the fact that the two World Wills were fairly outstanding, they were filled with hope for the future. They believed they could guide the World Wills to grow successfully.
For once, the deities were not playing games. Instead, they were devising one perfect "coincidence" after another in their minds, then discussing them heatedly in the group chat.
Which of the eighteen deities had not lived through vast stretches of time? They had seen countless melodramatic affairs of every kind. Coming up with dramatic plots was as easy as turning over a hand.
God of Order—Red Light said excitedly, "For over a thousand years, we've had no way to deal with that Chip the Devil King. We've even let him grow more and more arrogant. Why don't we create a main storyline that ultimately points to Chip the Devil King and guide the World Wills into killing him?"
Golden God—Barry's eyes lit up. "Good idea. Ordinary Braves truly have no way to deal with that dragon. Their power simply isn't on the same level; no matter how many people there are, it would be futile. But World Wills are different. World Wills have the mall. Through exchanges in the mall, they can obtain sufficiently powerful talents and bloodlines. Their status will certainly not be beneath Chip the Devil King's."
The other deities voiced their agreement as well. If they had a chance to make Chip the Devil King suffer, they would be more than happy to see it.
"First, we'll design the next crisis. Once they safely get through it, these two World Wills should have