"You want to play another round?" Gaim raised an eyebrow. "But Proxy War has already ended, and the game was shut down by the Organizing Committee."
"But you're the God of Games. You should have a way to restart it, right?"
"That game is the finest work I've made so far. No, strictly speaking, it wasn't my work alone. It was the result of a group of gods working together. In order to build that nearly real game world, everyone contributed." Having said that, Gaim finally decided to stop being polite. His tone shifted as he nodded decisively.
"Yes, you're right. Even so, I can still restart it, but it will consume a considerable amount of my power. Normally, that wouldn't matter. I mostly stay home and play games anyway, so whether I have more or less power makes little difference. But Cthulhu is about to awaken from his Underwater Palace and descend upon this world through your body. I don't like meddling in other people's business, but I can't just watch him destroy the world."
"I won't let him destroy the world," Zhang Heng said.
"What are your odds?"
"Forty percent," Zhang Heng said after giving it some thought.
"Forty percent isn't a reassuring number." Gaim sighed.
"Or you could choose to kill me now. If you succeed, then you'll have a hundred percent certainty," Zhang Heng said calmly.
Gaim shook his head. "That goes against the style of gaming I've always advocated. If everyone's first choice when facing a high-difficulty game is to cheat and take shortcuts, then they naturally won't be able to fully enjoy the pleasure of overcoming the game."
Zhang Heng wasn't surprised by that answer. This was one of the reasons he had decided to seek out Gaim. Zhang Heng had long realized that