Lu Ce spoke calmly. Even as the many Chosen Ones were beginning to go mad, he still seemed to be the maddest of them all.
If those Chosen Ones could see him right now, they would probably calm down on the spot.
Yet his actions were not because he was ruthless. He truly had no other options!
He had no idea what form a confrontation with the gods would take. If it really came down to an exchange of energy, with War capable of directly dragging down the stars from the sky, he did not think he could win.
Moreover, although the power belonging to Pain had continued to grow within him during this time, he had completely failed to understand what circumstances caused it to increase.
Now that things had reached this point, the more he thought about certain matters, the more wrong they seemed. What exactly was the relationship of interests between himself and Pain!?
So, he began imitating what he had done before. He severely injured himself, then used Sloth, the mask most directly connected to Pain, to try to communicate with that fellow.
But so far, things did not seem very promising.
"I'm telling you..."
Mid-sentence, Lu Ce suddenly tilted his head. His entire body went still, as if he had suddenly died.
If he really died just like that, no one would even be able to collect his corpse. If the foremost spearhead against the gods died inexplicably in his own home, that would truly be the funniest thing in the world.
Nie Jiutian would probably die of anger on the spot!
But in truth, although nails were embedded in his head and blood had spilled all over the floor, his breathing remained remarkably steady.
After sleeping for ten minutes, Lu Ce slowly woke up.