You See? I Told You You'd Help Me

Hearing the Sun's curses, Delight began to lose composure again—or rather, they had never been the calm and collected sort to begin with.

Among the gods, they had always been lawless, doing whatever came to mind. Their idea of fun had offended more gods than anyone else.

And now they were being cursed by an ant?

A somewhat twitching smile appeared on their face. They had not made a move before, but now they intended to.

They planned to tear out that Sun's tongue, thread it in through his left ear, then pull it out through his right eye, and see if he could still curse then.

Just thinking about it was a little amusing...

Oh no!

Sensing the aura stirring around Delight, the Arbiter inwardly cursed.

Space had been shaking all along. Before he could say a word, he had to maintain the stability here. War and Pain were truly far too lawless.

Fortunately, the other gods were relatively reasonable. They knew they needed to restrain themselves somewhat at a time like this. None of them made a move, and they were all still reducing their power.

That was the only reason this battlefield had not shattered the instant the two great gods came into contact.

But now... Delight! This bastard never considered the consequences of their actions. Why did that idiot have to curse them?

Delight... was unstable now. This was not the time to make a move...

Just as the Arbiter was about to say a few words to calm the situation, the Sun had already begun cursing again.

"I'll fuck every last one of you dog-born bastards to death!"

It turned out that after he cursed Delight just now, the God Desecrator Medal had given him another massive surge of power. That power was simply delicious.