The moment he saw Smile, Ganatica had already guessed why a god of intermediate divine power had come to speak with him—after all, at present, he was merely an ordinary Legend close to the Hermit faction. As an ordinary Legendary professional, the only thing that set him apart was his remarkable patron behind the scenes—Whisper of Destruction. As a member of the Pantheon, the God of Slaughter could not possibly deploy such a massive divine spell formation and descend in person merely to deal with a pawn like him. Therefore, this powerful being with crimson eyes could only be laying the groundwork to deal with an enemy truly worthy of being called "powerful."
And he was one of the crucial links in that scheme!
Was that really so surprising? Ever since that strange voice more than two hundred thousand years ago, Ganatica had known that he had entered the sights of certain mysterious beings. However, as a pitiful man who had signed Judgment Eye's contract, he had never believed he possessed any room to resist Whisper of Destruction. From beginning to end, Ganatica had never seriously considered "betrayal."
Even after witnessing the fall of Valkyrie Ibefil, his feelings toward Punk had long since approached the level of "hatred."
"A tool cannot resist its user, and I am the most typical, most genuine tool."
That was how Ganatica saw himself. Thus, even after hearing Smile's words, the dejected youth merely tossed aside the blade of Sharpness Revealed, sat back down on the wooden chair, and said helplessly:
"Do you really want to help me? Then you might as well kill me quickly. For someone who does not even have the right to die, being killed by someone else is the best help possible. Or do you think I have some way