Nalant felt the stab of pain and immediately reached out, grabbing the hidden weapon biting into his arm.
As Nalant lifted the hidden weapon, the gods in the surrounding spectator seats finally saw it clearly—it was actually a small black snake.
The little snake was only as thick as a small wooden stick, with scarlet eyes and the appearance of a cobra.
Only, behind its flared hood was the mark of a skull.
Whoa!
"This is the Dark Clan's most vicious venomous snake, the Skull-Crested Snake. Once bitten by it, the divine power throughout one's body begins to be infected. In particular, the more divine power you use, the faster the infection becomes."
"And once all divine power is infected and becomes dark divine power, that person's body will also be infected by the dark divine power, and in the end, they'll turn into one of the Dark Clan while still alive."
"The most vicious part is that during this process, the person who was bitten won't die. Instead, they can remain conscious and observe the entire process of themselves slowly turning into one of the Dark Clan."
"Ah, then Nalant was already bitten just now. Doesn't that mean he'll also become one of those damned Dark Creatures? Is there any way to undo it, to remove the toxin?"
Hearing the explanation from that well-informed god, all the gods could not help but feel their hair stand on end.
To watch helplessly as one became the Dark Demon God one hated most—what kind of agony would that be?
"No. There's no antidote. If bitten by this venomous snake, even a demigod has no way to deal with it, because that venom is extremely violent and can corrode all of our human divine power. The more divine power you pour in,