When Cheng Shi opened his eyes again, he stood awkwardly in the void, not daring to make a sound.
The good news was that he had gotten away from the God of Merriment. At least he did not have to worry about getting beaten up by both of them.
The bad news was that another Lord of Grace was still there, and its gaze had grown increasingly icy. He would very likely be saddled with another pile of bizarre charges of blasphemy.
Why had it become so cold? Could it have something to do with the vessel tainted by Deception that he had just obtained?
Cheng Shi lowered his eyes and trembled.
The previous trial had undoubtedly caused the scales of the faith in his heart to tip slightly toward Deception. Until he figured out how to disguise his coveting of this vessel, he did not dare speak first and break the silence, lest he give his enemy something to use against him.
But standing there under his Lord of Grace's scrutinizing gaze was far too terrifying. Thus, Cheng Shi decided to flatter it first.
All roads might be blocked, but praise never was. Surely a greeting could not go wrong.
"Praise be to you, great..."
"You want to become a god?"
The words had barely left his mouth when those icy eyes interrupted him with that question.
Cheng Shi froze on the spot and blinked in bewilderment.
"...?"
He felt that there was more to his Lord of Grace's question than met the eye. It sounded like a blatant trap.
If he said yes, that would be a lie. The clown only wanted some ability to protect himself under the eyes of the gods. Of course, if he could fool them, that ability could also be "converted" into a