The Matter from Back Then; Returning After Leaving

That piercing sound could barely be called a sound. It was more like a psychic shockwave.

Yet everyone present who was still conscious had their eardrums rupture and began to lose their hearing.

Fortunately, Nie Jiutian had already withdrawn. Otherwise, this would have been a devastating blow to him as well.

Xie Antong still lay face-down on the ground, playing dead without moving, seemingly unaffected by the sound.

If she had still been conscious, she should have recognized who had arrived.

—Joy!

Joy had come here too!

It made sense. He had divine envoys wandering all over the world, Sin was a player with deep ties to him, and Xie Antong needed no mention—she had already become his spokesperson.

So he had to come see for himself. He simply had not expected to find such a surprise here.

"Oh? Joy, I came back to life, and now you're saying you 'knew it all along' again? Isn't that just plain hindsight?"

Sloth spoke as well, sounding utterly shameless, as if he had not heard the emotions in the other's words at all.

But Joy, this true god, was now becoming mentally unstable, looking as though he was on the verge of going mad.

Large cracks kept appearing throughout the space, and the shaking grew increasingly violent.

Sloth sat atop that table as though he were on a boat, swaying back and forth with the waves, smiling at Joy before him.

Joy's phantom became more and more solid, taking on the vague shape of a woman as her power steadily rose.

The surrounding gods were nearly being squeezed out by her power, and each of them became enraged.

Stop! What are you doing?! Joy, calm down!

The game's space is breaking apart. I don't know what to do either. You may never