A Deal This Good? Thanks for the Max-Level Character, Auntie!

He was caught.

It did not feel good.

Sticky. Rank. Foul.

And so slippery it made his stomach churn.

Black fluid writhed all around him.

It wormed its way through the gaps in Yang Yu's armor.

It made a strange squelching sound.

The enormous black hand that blotted out the sky had sealed off every physical escape route.

It had even crushed space itself into a solid lump of iron.

Yang Yu tried moving his little finger.

Crack.

A sharp snap came from the bone.

The force of rules powerful enough to flatten a galaxy into a biscuit immediately put him in his place.

The pressure around him felt like thousands of hydraulic presses working at once.

Any normal Deity would have lost control of their bladder by now.

Even a High God.

Or they would have dropped to their knees, begging for mercy and crying for "godmother" to let them go.

But Yang Yu was clearly no normal Deity.

He was trapped in the palm of her hand.

His body was twisted like a crushed soda can.

Yet his expression was as calm as if he were soaking in a hot spring.

He even had the air of someone about to comment on whether this "auntie's" hand cream had expired.

"Little thing."

The Abyss Mother Goddess brought her vast, featureless face close to her palm.

Her immense shadow swallowed every trace of light.

Her single eye burned like a stellar searchlight.

It fixed on Yang Yu in her palm.

Her voice did not travel through the air.

It blasted straight into Yang Yu's brain.

It felt like someone drilling through the Crown of his Head.

"Why aren't you running?"

"You were bouncing around just fine a moment ago."

"Weren't you going to chop off my tentacles and grill them?"