"Tell us what it is. We can't escape now anyway, and there's no way to pass the news to Perpetuity and the others. You might as well satisfy our petty curiosity, right, Lord of the Spirit Realm?"
[Yeah, yeah, tell us. Or are you scared?]
Ming chimed in, fanning the flames alongside Huo Gu. Their years of tacit understanding allowed them to work together to coax the Lord of the Spirit Realm without exchanging a word.
The Lord of the Spirit Realm could see what they were doing, but as Huo Gu had said, they could not leave. There was no harm in telling them.
[You may know, but only in exchange for a deal.]
"I'd like to hear the terms."
[If I fail, and Amoeba surpasses me, Huo Gu, you must have them resurrect Hui.]
"That alone isn't enough of a wager."
[Then add your lives as they are now.]
"...I agree. If that truly happens, I'll have them resurrect Hui."
Huo Gu agreed without even hesitating, but it was not because he had admitted defeat.
The reason was simple: this deal had no binding force whatsoever.
If the Spirit Realm died, there would be nothing to bind him. It was merely a verbal promise.
Even taking a step back, Amoeba now prioritized the collective. Huo Gu himself was not sure how much influence he still had within Amoeba. Even if he told Amoeba to do it, Amoeba might not listen.
This was the cunning of humans! They readily agreed to things they might not be able to accomplish, and in the end, at most, they would suffer a loss of reputation.
But how much was reputation worth?
Whether because it failed to notice the trap hidden in Huo Gu's words, or because its sense of superiority from its