"A god without a sense of self?"
Lin Yu sat on the bed, resting his fingers on the corner of the wooden bedside table and lightly tapping it, producing a "knock, knock" sound like someone knocking on a door.
"Senior Sister, then this is different from what you said before—you said that the only gods who had fallen into slumber were those on the Dark Race's side, while the human side's gods were still very active."
Shen Bingmiao nodded. "That's right. And I wasn't lying to you either... Being active doesn't mean they have a sense of self."
"The only god in the Night Valley Realm with a sense of self is the one the Dark Race calls the 'Demon God.' But it's now in an almost eternal slumber and may never wake up at all. As for the remaining 'Benevolent Gods,' they were devoured by their own Authorities long ago, transforming into certain fixed, continuously operating Rules."
"Although they still issue Divine Oracles and choose the Chosen of God, they no longer have a 'self'—they're just like artificial intelligences imitating humans."
As Shen Bingmiao spoke, Lin Yu nodded as well, digesting the information.
Then he looked at his Senior Sister and said, "Hearing you make that comparison makes it sound rather hellish."
"I'm actually fine with it... So hurry up and tell me, what did you encounter in this [Instance]?"
Shen Bingmiao urged him on.
"I can tell you, but... you have to compensate me."
Lin Yu held out his hand.
Shen Bingmiao was puzzled. "Huh? Compensate you for what?"
"That 'script' from earlier. I'd only read half of it. Hurry up and give me the rest! It was just about to reach the climax. How could you do this?"
Lin Yu urged her again.
Shen Bingmiao was extremely