"Don't get too arrogant, human. With your brief span of time, you cannot possibly rival a god who has lived through endless ages. You refuse to become a god? Refuse to step through that Doorway? So what if you possess those three Blasphemy Cards?
You're still nothing but a weakling!"
Wraith had realized that Ye Qiyan possessed extremely complex and powerful abilities.
And every one of those abilities had a remarkably high Divine Rank.
Had [Colorless] been here instead, Colorless would only have felt excited, his fighting spirit rising even higher.
But this was [Wraith], and his thinking was simple.
["Fortunately, he's only a human, not a god. If this human were given time to grow, I would definitely lose."]
Unfortunately, this human, who had abilities alone and was even foolish enough to refuse the title of [God], had encountered him before he could mature.
He had even personally uttered words disrespectful to gods.
This allowed Wraith to be certain.
This human would not step through that door and become the god of [Space].
In that case, there was nothing to worry about.
The only things that still unsettled him were those three Blasphemy Cards...
But Wraith did not consider [Blasphemy Cards] particularly impressive things, either.
Blasphemy Cards had only appeared after the Human Train Conductors emerged.
He had once seen the first Blasphemy Card truly used by a Human Train Conductor.
That card's holder had been extraordinarily frail, as weak as a mortal.
He had possessed no supernatural power whatsoever; any gentle breeze in the Wasteland could have killed him.
Ever since then, Wraith had considered the so-called Blasphemy Cards nothing special.
Later, [Truth] had smashed him apart along with his Desolate Realm, forcing him to flee the Wasteland. He had escaped to this world, casually unleashed The End