Lord of Grace, Listen to My Excuses

"Gulp..."

Cheng Shi swallowed, his expression extremely stiff.

Cold sweat streamed down his forehead like a waterfall. Only when he tasted the faint saltiness at the corners of his mouth did he summon the courage to reply:

"Lord of Grace, listen to my excuses—no, listen to my explanation!"

Cheng Shi shuddered as his mind raced. He wondered how he could escape Destiny's judgment, because he absolutely did not want to end up like the Blind Man just now, blown full of holes by Nothingness's icy wind.

But no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't come up with a story that could "whitewash" his current situation. After all, none of what had happened today had been under his control. At the end of the day, he was also a "victim."

So Cheng Shi faltered. He stared at those increasingly frigid eyes, so nervous that he didn't know what to do.

Oh, Lord of Grace, if only you were as easy to talk to as the God of Merriment, I...

Wait!

The God of Merriment!?

That's right! The God of Merriment was right!

Cheng Shi suddenly froze. He recalled what the other party had said when he had previously gone before the God of Merriment. As a walker of Nothingness, you must view everything from Nothingness's perspective. Those words had been like an epiphany, jolting Cheng Shi awake and making him straighten his back with renewed confidence.

He looked toward those icy eyes, cleared his throat, and argued his case:

"Lord of Grace, I believe you already know everything that happened today without any further explanation. It wasn't my fault.

"Of course, I was also at fault. My greatest mistake was assuming that you wanted to approach Folly and promote the fusion of Destiny and Folly.

"Now it seems that I