There were images in the dream now, though not from the old man God's first-person perspective. Instead, it was an overhead third-person view—the sort of forty-five-degree camera angle used in games.
No one knew how Kitty had done it. The man and cat had not entered the old man God's dream. Instead, they seemed to be floating in the clouds above it, looking down through something like a fish tank. The image was slightly distorted.
But this was actually Death's dream. The Old Man God was about to die, so his figure had appeared outside Second Sister's dream. Still, they could only watch and could not interact with it. God was God, after all.
"How is it? Is this what you wanted to see?" Kitty proudly raised its little chin, looking like it was asking for credit.
"That's right. I love watching enemies at this exact moment before they die." Su Ming revealed a cruel smile and took a deep sniff of the cat's head.
Down below, in the circus, the old man God showed no sign of breathing his last. On the contrary, he looked quite energetic. He was merely surrounded by countless Little Deadpools, spinning around in circles in a daze amid the chaotic noise.
One Deadpool was loud enough. If a whole crowd of Deadpools spoke at once, it was simply the most terrifying thing in the world. Being surrounded by ten thousand ducks would have been better—even duck shit did not stink as badly as Deadpool.
Now, the Little Deadpools were holding hands and dancing around the Old Man God. It looked like some kind of cult ritual, utterly bizarre.
Besides that, the shops of the four gods were also spewing different lights. Their power was clearly twisting the old man God's mind as well, driving