How could this be...
Delight's expression grew much more solemn. The body in the chair leaned forward slightly, one hand closing around empty air.
It was exactly the same gesture Death had made when extracting energy from Chiyo Eon.
But this time, nothing came of it. At the start of their meeting, faint traces of aura had still been drawn from Xie Antong's body, but now she was as hard as stone.
The energy within her seemed to have formed a single whole, impossible for him to separate and absorb.
In other words, though he was still stronger than her in terms of divine power, he could no longer suppress her.
What is this...
A trace of surprise appeared on Delight's face. Then he asked with great interest:
What kind of strange method is this?
Brainwashing yourself can actually have this kind of effect? I really do not understand it.
Even he had not expected that Xie Antong's two self-proclaimed gambles—ones he had never agreed to at all—would actually have some effect.
Above all, among the gods, he had never experienced anything like a struggle for a God Position.
Ever since he had been born, he had been the only Delight in this universe. Wherever there was fun, he was always the first to go. Naturally, no other Delight could ever be born.
Xie Antong existed only because, for the sake of amusement, he had repeatedly let things run their course, until he had nurtured a monster capable of competing with him. Now, even he could not fully understand her.
"You have plenty you don't understand. Just like before, when you kept thinking the people here were useless."
"Otherwise, how could I possibly beat you?"
Xie Antong spoke with a smile, looking as though she had gone mad. The insanity