As Death and War listened to Joy speak, both froze and turned to look.
They had never realized this. When they had spoken with this "Sin" just now, they had been treating him as Pain all along.
Moreover, whether it was the aura around him or his manner of speaking and acting, he truly was no different from Pain.
"You didn't notice either? It seems none of you understand him very well. How blindly confident."
Joy spoke blandly, glancing at War in passing.
"Perhaps we were affected by that ignorance-type ability of his. But you... it seems you really believed whatever he told you."
Sigh.
Joy shook her head, and traces of disdain and pity flashed through her eyes. The meaning was practically obvious—at War's level, the only outcome of facing him would be defeat.
"You noticed because you understand Pain, didn't you?" "War" asked, fury restrained in its expression and voice.
Only then did it realize that although the aura around Joy remained overwhelming, it felt more like an empty shell.
Like an imitation!
Before it could react to Joy's mockery, it hurriedly asked:
"When did this begin? Why didn't you stop him..."
The moment the words left its mouth, it realized there was something wrong with what it had said. What did it mean, stop him?
How could anyone stop something like this? If he left, then he left. How could they stop him?
But had he really just left...? It suddenly seemed as though he no longer cared at all whether these two humans lived or died.
Yet precisely because he had left, because a God-tier existence had vanished, the gods could no longer act so freely under the rules of the game.
Especially since, in truth, this did not even count as time within the game