"Sorry, this area is not yet open."
As more and more gods began exploring the surroundings, more and more people heard similar notification sounds in their ears.
This time, it was not just Tarot God. The other gods' expressions changed as well.
"Why is this happening?"
"Is Game up to something? At a time like this, he's still trying to scheme against us?"
"What exactly does Game want? Does he intend to imprison us in this damned place forever?"
"Where's Isis? Who was close to her before we came in? Does anyone know where she went?"
"..."
The gods clamored noisily, trying their best to figure out what exactly was going on. Unfortunately, there was no shortage of wildly varied guesses, but very few useful suggestions.
At last, someone noticed Kronos, who had been standing off to the side with a cold gaze, silent and detached. They called out to him, "God of Time, do you have any good suggestions for our current predicament?"
"Wait."
Kronos opened his mouth and uttered a single word.
"Wait? Wait for what?" Hercules frowned. "That guy from Underground City is still behind us. We don't even know whether God of Fiction can destroy that door successfully. We should hurry and find Game or Isis. At the very least, we need to cut off the passage first before worrying about anything else."
Kronos snorted coldly. He had not wanted to explain further, but when he saw other gods looking his way as well, he understood that if he wanted to leave this place in the future, he would need everyone's help. For now, he had to unite every force he could, so he patiently continued.
"Since Game has gone this far and plotted against all of us, he can't possibly have made no preparations for