The sky, with Delight at its core, formed a massive hourglass. Countless streams of energy and matter swept through heaven and earth, making the entire space tremble unstably.
Even the seemingly infinitely vast spectator stands were affected, swept up in the torrent of energy.
Amid the chaos, the crowd's cries could no longer be heard clearly. All that could be seen were the glowing figures gathered in the seats exploding one after another.
They had gathered here as Spirit Bodies in mental form. Though their explosions did not produce any bloody scenes, fear still spread rapidly.
And having no physical body did not mean they could not be harmed. If those exploded mental bodies were resilient enough, they would still fall unconscious in the real world for several hours.
Those who were not might even suffer... mental death!
All the figures began to sway, instinctively wanting to flee. But they had not come here of their own accord, and now, leaving was not up to them either.
"All spectators, please do not panic. The in-game scenario will not cause you any harm."
"Repairs are underway!"
The Arbiter shot into the air. As the judge controlling this game, they forcefully suppressed the turmoil within it.
While soothing the countless spectators, they watched Delight's current state with unusually complicated emotions in their eyes.
What surprised them was that, logically speaking, Delight's current energy level should have ranked among the foremost of the gods. They should not have lost control so soon.
Yet beneath their shock was a hint of secret delight. Their current position was already half-opposed to the gods. If Delight could die in this game...
That would be quite profitable!
Death stood up inside the Black Box with a frown, staring outside. They did not know how their emotionally unstable