Carrying a bizarre conjecture that even he found inconceivable, Cheng Shi hung up the phone and once again began chanting a prayer toward the Mask in his hand.
Not everyone's audience was accepted by the Lord of Grace, but those favored by Destiny were clearly different. When he finished this blasphemous prayer, the blasphemer's figure instantly vanished from the rooftop.
The void. The void again!
Looking at those familiar-to-the-point-of-familiarity, icy eyes before him, Cheng Shi's heart tightened, and he immediately began his praise.
"Praise the great... God of Deception!
May your mood forever be as uplifted as the corners of your eyes, and may my devotion always 'reach your holy ears'!
Your most devout believer, Cheng Shi, pays his respects."
The coldness in those eyes instantly vanished, and the entire void boiled with fantastical radiance. Yet their tone remained distant, as if countless people stood between the human and the god...
"Well, let me see which blasphemer has arrived?
So it's the never-devout Walker of Nothingness, the thoroughly dishonest believer of Time, the chaotic thief of the history of lies, the counterfeit employee before the Hall of Death, the blind choice of prosperous Decay, the eavesdropper on the history of Birth's descent into the world, the participant in Folly's wager of foolish deeds, and the clown of silent assimilation into a puppet.
What is it? So many people have come to pay homage at once. Are you planning to drive me down from this divine throne?"
"..."
Why are you looking at me?
Laugh!
The God of Merriment said so many words, and you're not laughing. Are you trying to break your oath!?
You're not devout!
If you don't laugh right now, I'll blast you with Thunder Punishment.
Cheng Shi stiffly tugged at the corners of his mouth, on the