The figure sitting opposite him smiled. "Wasn't your divine kingdom in the washroom?"
Chapter 690: Social death
"???"
Klein frowned. "Your Excellency, are you trying to insult me with this sort of talk?"
"Heh, so what if I'm insulting you?"
The man opposite him craned his neck and lightly patted his own face. "Hit me! Go on, hit me!"
"Hahaha, I've noticed you're pretty convincing. As soon as you sit in that chair, no matter how scared you are inside, you naturally become calm and inscrutable."
"..."
Klein clenched his fingers, doing everything he could to stay calm.
This was arguably the most dangerous situation he had faced since transmigrating into this world. Amon had previously used Little Sun and nearly entered the space above the gray fog, but Klein had ultimately driven him out. Now, however, these two unidentified people had bypassed him and sneaked in-did that mean they might be even stronger than Amon?
I have to calm down. Only then can I find even the slightest chance of getting out of this predicament!
Perhaps... I could try abandoning the space above the gray fog and returning to reality?
As he pondered, the man opposite him spoke again. "Zhou... I'll simply call you Mr. Fool. My next questions will concern the crimes you've been sentenced for. I hope you'll answer truthfully."
"First question: whenever you impersonate a god and hold a meeting for the Tarot Club, how do you feel? Seeing people who normally have higher status and sequences than you treat you with the utmost respect feels especially good, doesn't it? You really enjoy that feeling, don't you?"
The question left Klein dumbfounded.
What the hell kind of question is that?
"Please answer truthfully, Mr. Fool." The man took out a small box and placed it on