But the more humiliating part was yet to come. After repeatedly imitating voices and trying to persuade him, the God of Joy could only watch as Jiang Yuan ran faster and faster.
What they did not know was that Jiang Yuan felt absolutely nothing when those bewitching voices reached his ears. He could not even hear what the God of Joy was saying.
He could indeed hear what sounded like former friends speaking beside him, but his brain had automatically altered the contents of their words.
It turned them into the words they had said to him while alive, or at the moment of their deaths.
"Run forward. Believe in yourself. You can do it."
"You're stronger than us. You have a better chance of succeeding."
"Abandon every illusion. The gods will use every possible method to crush you, but as long as you're alive, our world still has hope!"
"Hold fast to your true heart!"
As one voice after another reached his ears, Jiang Yuan felt as though those who had left him behind, those who had entrusted their lives and hopes to him, had returned to his side once more.
It was as if they had never truly left. Whenever he encountered hardship and needed them, they came back to his side again.
The God of Joy had no idea what was happening. Seeing that Jiang Yuan showed not the slightest hesitation or uncertainty, but instead wore a smile as if he had been encouraged by something, they found it difficult to understand.
Fuck! What is this? That Nightmare's ability is completely useless!
The God of Joy truly seemed to have some terrible luck attached to them. Every opponent they chose to toy with was not, in the conventional sense, a true powerhouse.
Yet as they played, every