Cheng Shi had never dreamed that the one summoning him would be neither Deception nor Destiny, but...
Chaos!
Although Chaos was the God of Merriment, this was only the second time he had summoned Cheng Shi under a different identity, and the first had been when Nothingness had been locked in battle.
So what about this time?
Cheng Shi's heart gave a jolt. He had a vague feeling that something had gone beyond his expectations. Uneasily, he looked up at the giant hand formed from the Chaos Yellow Mist in the middle of the divine hall and said with an expressive look:
"Lord of Grace, you two wouldn't happen to... still be fighting, would you?"
The giant hand's fingers descended one after another, tapping the mist rhythmically in midair. In a strange tone, it answered:
"Mmm~
"Knowing that we're engaged in battle, you still dare blaspheme Him at a time like this?
"Now I know why His divine power suddenly became so violent. Are you afraid I'll win this Void Civil War?
"You aren't expecting Him to relay the clown's prayer while attacking me, are you?"
"..."
Cheng Shi's face fell.
I was wrong, I was wrong. Don't be sarcastic, Lord of Grace. I had no idea you two could fight for this long before I came.
What's going on? Is this the final battle?
You aren't planning to settle every conflict in this fight, with everyone obeying whoever wins, are you?
The Chaos giant hand seemed to see through Cheng Shi's thoughts. It waved away the mist before it and sneered:
"Tsk—
"Simple-minded, exactly like that Lord of Grace of yours.
"He really does think that way. Destiny has gone mad, and probably knows that there are things He can no longer convince Himself of, so He intends to