The Backlash of Power, the Only One Who Won Through His Own Strength

"Hehe..."

In just a few short days, this was already the second time his ears had been ruined.

But that was a good thing. It meant that with this generation of players entering the fray, unprecedented events were happening on the gods' side every single day.

Nie Jiutian had been smiling soundlessly all along, yet there was something heavy in the sound of his laughter.

Even as he laughed, tears kept streaming down his face, as if he had recalled the countless sacrifices of the past and that era drowned in despair.

He was the one who had retained the most memories, but also the one in the greatest pain. This time, when he watched more than fifty players choose to face the gods head-on and gamble against them, his heart had been shrouded in gloom.

He had only placed a fantastical sort of hope in Sin, the one who had repeatedly created miracles, but he had already prepared himself for total annihilation.

Yet he had actually heard news of a god's destruction!

He had not quite figured out how the game had been won. If he had to guess, perhaps Sin had found some loophole that caused the Arbiter to make a misjudgment.

It no longer mattered.

He did not understand, and neither did the gods. That was the best possible outcome!

From this moment onward, he could no longer understand Sin at all, and that was an incredibly good thing.

For an old man like him, who had once lost until there had been nothing he could do, to encounter a successor so far beyond his reach—wasn't that the greatest blessing?

"Hehe, not understanding is good. Not understanding is good..."

As he spoke, he rubbed his bloodied ears. He had muttered to himself for a long time, but