Cheng Shi naturally had no idea that the battlefield just now had been raging in utter chaos. All he knew was that he had slept like the dead.
He did not know how much time had passed. When he woke again, he discovered that he had already returned to the rest area and had been lying on the rooftop for quite some time.
Falling into an unguarded sleep was far too reckless. Still shaken, Cheng Shi discreetly checked his physical condition. Only after confirming that nothing was wrong did he let out a heavy sigh of relief.
What did War mean by that last sentence? God of Merriment is here?
But if he had come, then so be it. Why had he sent me away?
I was the one who proposed the trade, yet the two of you reached an agreement and cut out the middleman?
Was that appropriate?
Cheng Shi curled his lips. In the end, my identity as a mortal has lowered my say and sense of involvement. Ultraman, the Fool's Theater—those aliases are useful against players who are mortals too, but once I face them directly, they all become vague, weightless jokes.
As expected, the clown is still the funniest thing in Nothingness.
But what did God of Merriment mean by it, anyway? His timely appearance before War could not have been specifically to rescue someone, could it?
And what was his attitude toward me interfering in his plan for the first time?
Cheng Shi desperately wanted to know the answer, but he also knew that asking God of Merriment was sure to get him nowhere. So he changed his approach and decided to meet his other Lord of Grace, Destiny.
Even if Destiny was still being kept in the dark, the person who understood you best