Listening to Pleasure's voice, both Death and War were stunned, turning their heads to look over in unison.

They had never realized this issue before; during their earlier exchange with this "Sin," they had always treated him as Agony.

Moreover, whether it was the aura emanating from him or his style of speaking and acting, it truly was no different from Agony.

"You all haven't noticed this, have you? It seems you still don't understand him very well. How truly blind."

Pleasure said lightly, glancing at War in passing.

"We were probably still affected by that foolish human-like ability of his. But you... it seems you really believed whatever he said."

"Sigh."

Shaking his head, a flicker of disdain and pity flashed in Pleasure's eyes, as if to say—with your level, facing him would only end in defeat.

"You only realized because you're familiar with Agony, right?" War's voice suppressed a surge of rage.

Only now did he realize that although the aura emanating from the other party still maintained that sense of might, it felt more like an empty shell.

Like an imitation!

Having no time to react to Pleasure's mockery, he hurriedly asked, "When did it start? Why didn't you stop..."

The words had barely left his mouth when he realized the problem with what he said. Stop what? 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

How could you stop something like this? If he left, he left. How do you stop that?

But... did he really just leave like that? It seemed he suddenly wasn't worried at all about the fates of these two humans anymore.

However, precisely because he left, with the divine-level existence gone, the gods, according to the Game's rules, couldn't easily take action either.

Especially now, when this technically wasn't even considered time within the Game anymore!

That Agony coming over seemed to have only accelerated the progress of the previous game, ensuring "Sin's" victory.

He even... used War! As if he knew that just by his arrival, War would inevitably lose control.

"Truly... a cunning and weak fellow, completely unwilling to face a direct confrontation."

The sense of savagery in War's voice grew increasingly difficult to suppress. He had forced his way in this time, yet still hadn't found a suitable opportunity to act and had even been used...

On the other side, Pleasure shook his head. He didn't know when the other's change had begun either; he had only just noticed.

Perhaps only that fellow, the Arbitrator, had a somewhat complete understanding.

However, ever since he started acting a bit off earlier, his demeanor had become somewhat gloomy. He stood rigidly like a steel needle, not uttering a single word.

......

"Ah? Heh, seems someone figured it out." Listening to Pleasure exposing him, Lu Ce, at this moment, didn't bother denying it at all and simply admitted it.

There was no need to deny this. If someone wanted to expose this matter, it would be very simple.

War didn't waste words either. In his towering rage, the long spear in his hand thrust forward. An impact powerful enough to kill any player smashed toward Lu Ce.

The spear's phantom image continuously expanded in the air, arriving in the blink of an eye. Its speed was so fast that, in Lu Ce's unresponsive state, it was already before him.

However, he didn't plan to react anyway. He just stood in place, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

The Arbitrator's figure instantly appeared before him, blocking the incoming attack. Not even a single ripple of the aftermath splashed onto Lu Ce's body.

Lu Ce knew the Arbitrator would definitely come to save him!

He might allow himself to be killed within the Game, but he would absolutely not let him be inexplicably killed by a god after already winning the game, right when the gods were about to undergo a major upheaval.

If that happened, there would be no buffer zone left in his relationship with the gods. As long as he still harbored even a shred of "cooperative" intent, Lu Ce didn't need to worry.

"The game segment has now concluded, and according to the rules, you cannot directly attack players."

The Arbitrator said calmly. His attitude when speaking with the gods now completely lacked the former sense of subservience and caution.

Lu Ce placed his hand on the Arbitrator's shoulder, moving out from behind him. Smiling, he looked at the three great gods before him and said, "Have you reneged to the point where you're starting to silence witnesses now?"

"That won't be necessary. But the Game's final reward will be delivered according to our method."

Suddenly, a female voice rang out.

"Fine by me. Then hand over the power that's due to me."

Immediately after, a powerful surge of Divine Power erupted abruptly. A rainbow of seven-colored light, like a shooting rainbow, rampaged wildly through this space.

—That was Pleasure's power.

Yet, the one currently unleashing this power was not Pleasure himself, but rather the figure who had stood up from beside the gambling table.

Long hair flew behind her. Xie Antong stood on her tiptoes, but one could clearly see that, in reality, her entire body was floating in the air!

She felt the power surging wildly within her body with astonishment. That power was even merging with her will, influencing her.

If her mind weren't still capable of rational thought, she might even feel she was Pleasure!

And now, completely unable to control this power she didn't know how to use, the power erupted unrestrainedly, giving off a feeling even more terrifying than Pleasure himself.

Raising her head, Xie Antong looked at Pleasure with a gaze full of aggression.

"Your power, hand it over to me!"

Death: "......"

He had forgotten about this. He could afford to lose some power, but if Pleasure lost again, he might vanish!

So he proactively spoke up, "This game is Thought and Life. What I lost was Life, meaning my energy. But what he lost was merely Thought."

As he spoke, he sent a message to Pleasure in a way unknown to outsiders. Then, he separated a portion—a purplish-black glow—and tossed it to the Arbitrator.

Like throwing a money pouch.

"This is my wager lost this time. According to our prior agreement, the share is not small."

Hearing Death's obviously weakened state, the Arbitrator felt no joy in his heart; instead, he grew somewhat solemn.

Speaking in a way only the gods could understand, he said, "You're certain about this, are you?"

"Of course. Isn't this what we all agreed upon together from the beginning?"

Lu Ce, wearing a blue face, spoke up, "You've already reneged to this extent this time, giving so reluctantly. What will you do about the next game?"

"No... there won't be a next game."

"Oh, for you, perhaps there's still one final one coming up soon."