"Compared to the uncontrollable 'contract,' you have no emotions or selfish desires. What the new world becomes is no more than a thought to you. So, I am willing to accept your resurrection within my shell."
"This mask was originally prepared for the 'contract.' Now, it seems perfectly suited for you and me. I also obtained the [Godslaying Sword] and gave it to the right person. I hope there will never come a day when we perish together."
Si Qi strolled across the ice with his hands in his pockets, hearing faint, ethereal words that contained his divine name drift toward him.
To recite a god's name was to be known by that god—one of the underlying rules of the Eerie Game. He remembered that in the Grand Performance Instance, he had even threatened NPC Charlie by silently reciting Li's name in his heart.
Speaking of Charlie, if he remembered correctly, Charlie had also obtained an Identity Card—number twenty, [Despair Playwright], if he recalled right.
The Rules had told him that much, but Si Qi knew none of the details and could not calculate whether it would lead to any unforeseen variables.
Just as Qi Si had guessed, after the Grand Performance Instance ended, he had casually bound the [Fool Deceiver] card, thus opening an independent world line.
Unlike Qi Si, Si Qi had always loved gambling. He enjoyed the madness of staking everything on a single throw. The moment he accepted the Eerie Game's invitation, he had already placed his life upon the gods' gambling table, prepared to lose it all.
After all, losing a gamble meant nothing more than death.
Success and failure depended on upright and reversed positions; whether he ascended to godhood or became a ghost was decided in a single thought. Gambling on a tiny