Gods Hanging on by a Thread? A Shared Talent for Making Friends

Perfect Life:?

He knows what I'm thinking!?

Perfect Life was stunned. He stared in disbelief at Sloth, who was currently being beaten until blood sprayed everywhere.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but among these people, your brain is relatively well-developed. You should be asking questions like that."

As expected of the second strongest in the world, Perfect Life cast all the minor details to the back of his mind almost instantly.

Whether the other party could read minds, whether the person before him was Pain or Sin—none of that mattered!

Perfect Life immediately asked,

"What do you mean by saying they're not doing so well and need to leave themselves a way to stay alive?!"

Boom!

The moment the words left his mouth, his body was slammed to the ground, completely unable to move. Even his mouth was sealed shut.

The Arbiter had acted!

A sharp pain instantly tore through Perfect Life's body, but instead of being surprised, he was secretly delighted.

What does this mean? Could this question really be important to the gods? It seems like it hit a sore spot.

Now, all that remained was to wait for Pain's answer...

"Oh? What's this? You're not letting me say it now? There's nothing wrong with letting people know about this. I never thought it was a problem." Sloth spoke with heavy mockery.

Nonsense! You're already dead—what do you care?

His words infuriated the gods, making the entire space tremble.

"Isn't it just..."

Pain!

Just as he was about to continue, the Arbiter roared and stopped him, drawing Sloth's gaze.

"What? Do the game rules say this needs to be kept secret? What are you yelling for? Show some respect."

"I'll say whatever I want. What are you going to do about it?"

As he spoke, he looked