Unlike the others, who looked stunned, the old man who had always considered himself a god showed fear on his face for the first time. Could a god feel afraid?
Whether gods existed in this world, and whether anything could frighten even a god, remained unknown.
But at that moment, this false god, who wielded divine power and called himself a god, had finally seen something that terrified him.
The old man stared in horror at Luke, whose expression had returned to calm after that reality-defying kick. His voice trembled. "What are you?"
"You already asked me that," Luke said without expression. "I'm just an ordinary person."
The old man was terrified to his core. The faith he had held all his life was rapidly crumbling.
Were gods truly above all other beings?
If so, why did such a terrifying creature exist? Why couldn't even he, who wielded divine power, stand against him?
As his faith collapsed, the power within him drained away.
The once-radiant muscles across his body shriveled again. With his strength rapidly fading, the old man fell toward the ground.
Thud!
His body struck the ground. The divine power within him had not yet drained completely, leaving him barely alive.
In a daze, he saw a tall, blurred figure. It seemed impossibly imposing as it looked down at him from high above.
"Lord God..." the old man whispered with his last breath.
A final spark lit his aged face, then faded from his eyes forever.
Even after the match had turned in an instant and the outcome was settled, the people who had narrowly escaped a hidden catastrophe still could not make sense of what had happened.
The judges on the presiding panel were far more composed and quicker to react than the ordinary spectators. But when