Yu Xunge walked all the way back to the stands under Maple Sugar's glare.
She wasn't worried that Maple Sugar would turn evil over this-this member of Oak Owl's moral standards had no room left to fall.
Nor was she worried that Maple Sugar would sink into despair-why would she worry about that?
She was even less worried that Maple Sugar would hold a grudge over this defeat and flatly refuse to help her test the little-biscuit plan to save the Star Sea-it had nothing to do with kindness; Maple Sugar simply took her own word very seriously.
After thinking it over, Yu Xunge suddenly understood why Mistblade could so calmly accept Maple Sugar's death glare. There really weren't any unacceptable consequences.
She went over to stand beside Mistblade, trying to use her to draw Maple Sugar's hatred. It worked very well. With two candidate little-biscuit models standing together, Maple Sugar really did have her hands full.
The matches continued in the arena. By now, everyone had learned something about one another's Deity Talent Words.
Some words were connected to the Godly Game players' pasts, while others seemed utterly impossible to connect to their players.
Just as Qihua had said, it was "a summary or encapsulation of oneself capable of making one's Soul Fire fluctuate violently." Their Soul Fires differed, and sometimes what each of them cared about differed from the world's standards, too.
The disparity in strength between Deity Talent Words was also enormous. Although, as long as they were used well, Deity Talent Words could vaguely counter one another in combat, and there was no strongest Deity Talent Word, only the strongest player, and some Deity Talent Words only looked unimpressive because their comprehension progress was still too low...
Ultimately, all of that was just self-consolation, propped up