Cheng Shi was sucked away again.
His second audience with a god was clearly more practiced than the first. He did not resist, allowing his consciousness to sink into darkness.
Who was it this time?
The God of Merriment or the Whore God?
No, he couldn't think about that!
At least, he absolutely couldn't think about it like that!
In front of them, he had no freedom of thought at all.
Even imagining things could be judged a blasphemous crime.
The Lord of Grace had said that until he deceived that being, he had to endure it.
I can endure it!
His consciousness gradually cleared from the haze once more, and Cheng Shi nervously opened his eyes.
He had already prepared for the worst. He had even hastily drafted a few words, intending to argue tactfully:
His blasphemous remarks had merely been "empty boasting from an incompetent," and he had not really meant to call any particular god a whore.
But to his surprise, what he saw this time was not a pair of star-filled eyes belonging to some great existence. Instead, it was a winding white staircase that stretched from beneath his feet into an unseen void.
Each step looked like an enormous section of a spine, riddled with bone holes and dazzlingly pale.
Thick, elongated intermuscular bones grew from both sides of the vertebrae, jutting outward recklessly like cliffs lined with blades.
Because the slope between the vertebrae was so steep, Cheng Shi looked up and discovered that the endless, densely packed staircase of white bones resembled a gigantic fish skeleton floating in endless darkness, radiating a terrifying white light.
If this really was the skeleton of a fish, then calling the fish "huge" would be a gross understatement.
Perhaps every adjective for "large" that Cheng Shi had