Being an enemy of one Demon God might merely be an entertaining game.
Being an enemy of a group of Demon Gods was bound to be a troublesome calamity.
Now Roland understood somewhat why Nephthys had been so certain he would never refuse.
Even after he had cheated to establish differences in strength between Demon Gods who all had perfect scores, they could still use their numerical advantage to weave an overt scheme within a finite world.
With no way to break the universe from either outside or within, making the universe Roland had built single-handedly head toward destruction on its own seemed utterly impossible at first glance.
But anyone who kept saying something was impossible did not understand what Demon Gods were.
Even after becoming a Demon God, Roland considered that statement merely biased rather than nonsense.
The Demon Gods had undoubtedly proven it once again.
By keeping Demon Gods at full strength outside the world, they made Roland wary of using his infinity, while the weakened Demon Gods inside fearlessly endured his beatings to keep him occupied, denying him the chance to intervene within the world.
Everything was meant to buy time for Nephthys, who had secretly held something back, so she could weaken the bottle that was the universe itself and let it head toward destruction on its own. Then they could turn their defeat around at their true full strength.
"Sometimes, being too strong is a double-edged sword."
Roland's eyes flickered.
Good swimmers drowned; skilled warriors died in battle.
In taking on the title of the strongest, one also had to shoulder its dangers.
Everyone would treat his every action as a model.
Both the enemies standing before him and his own people standing behind him.
Once, in the world of No Game No Life, Roland