Had all the Weird Gods come looking for Him?
No way, right? Had they mistaken Him for some easy prey?
Dozens of twisted figures emerged in the mirror. The leading Weird God held a bone staff covered in barbs, the eyeball embedded at its tip spinning madly. "Found you, bastard who wields the Authority of Fear!"
Before It could finish speaking, the mirror suddenly erupted with a blinding light, and the entire dungeon world began to shake violently.
Hah! The last person who had dared call Him that did not even have a grave left.
Atases raised his middle finger at the other party. "Fuck you!"
Although those Weird Gods did not understand what the gesture meant, it did not stop them from sensing Atases's hostility.
Was it a curse? Or the activation condition for some specific ability?
The Weird Gods all became wary.
Atases glanced at the dungeon world. Fortunately, the world he had chosen no longer had any living people.
Otherwise, that disturbance alone would have been enough to kill every living person in this dungeon world.
"Let me show you. The fear rooted deep within your hearts... can you truly escape it?"
A crimson moon suddenly rose behind Atases. Hanging high in the sky, it cast an intense red light over the Weird Gods.
The Weird Gods merely glanced at it.
Then they realized it was not a crimson moon at all, but a gigantic eyeball.
Their bodies suddenly began to tremble beyond their control.
Every muscle, every drop of blood, every bone, even their souls and consciousness, was involuntarily filled with fear.
Was there anything you feared?
Did you fear your own death?
Or did you fear your unknown future?
Pain, death, despair, wailing.
Terror...
Fear...
Fear...
Fear...
The twisted limbs of those Weird Gods all