"The world's...revenge?"
The atmosphere in the space was tense. The clown kept looking at Ning Feng, while Ning Feng calmly looked back.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, it opened its mouth:
"Hehe... I think I know who you are."
Ning Feng shrugged indifferently and said casually:
"If you guessed it, you guessed it. I never intended to hide it anyway."
The space fell silent again until an untimely burst of laughter rang out.
"Pfft! Hahaha! Is that even possible!?"
"This is actually true? I see! I see, hahaha!"
!
"Ha ha ha ha!
!
The clown, bound by chains, knelt on the ground, but her expression was unusually joyful, and she laughed heartily.
She didn't resemble a prisoner about to face despair at all; instead, she seemed like a clown laughing hysterically on stage.
"Is that so? Hahahaha!"
!
The clown of trickery laughed maniacally, uttering cryptic words, his chains trembling.
During this process, Ning Feng did not stop it, but just smiled and watched it laugh wildly, a faint smile on his lips.
The gods are mocking themselves.
And he silently echoed.
It took her a long time to calm down, but she still seemed extremely fervent.
"Then come on, take everything you want!"
Intrigued, Ning Feng gave an "oh" and asked with amusement:
"Oh? You're not going to resist?"
"No! I will fight back with all my might, and I will never let you get everything you want so easily!"
The clown laughed maniacally, making no attempt to conceal his true thoughts.
"But likewise, I won't run away!"
"Why?"
"Because isn't this funny!?"
The gods laughed with delight:
"The world will become a mess! The gods will become a mess! Everything will become a mess!"
Kakaka...
The once sturdy chains suddenly made a cracking sound.
The Clown of Deception wasn't actually completely trapped; she always had opportunities to escape, but she chose to remain silent in order to extract more information.
Now it no longer pretends, but not in order to escape.
"I really want to see that chaotic scene!"
Struggling to her feet from her kneeling position, she walked step by step toward Ning Feng, her progress incredibly difficult.
"Come on! Take everything you want with your own hands."
Ning Feng, watching him walk step by step towards him, finally smiled.
He said:
"You crazy clown."
She said:
"Ha ha!"
...
...
Why did you do it yourself? Didn't you say that was enough?
Ariana was curious about Ning Feng's actions. He had clearly said that he did not intend to take action himself again, so why was there such an exception?
Playing with the clown mask with its exaggerated smile in his hand, Ning Feng looked up and said with a hint of helplessness:
"I really wasn't planning on doing it myself."
"But didn't you see it yourself? He was determined to die; it has nothing to do with me."
"He pleaded so earnestly, how could I possibly refuse him?"
[Ha, what a scumbag's comment.]
After hearing this, Ariana gave a subconscious sneer, then asked curiously:
Why is it so important to acquire her power? What are the reasons?
Ning Feng said with a serious expression:
"That's because her priesthood is an integral part of the plan, of course."
【Ha, what a scumbag.】
What about the truth?
"The main actors are all hiding... Don't you think the stage is a bit empty right now? Lacking a clown for intermission?"
So you originally planned for her to be the one to lift the curtain?
"That was my original plan."
Ning Feng stroked his chin and suddenly smiled knowingly.
"But then I thought about it and realized that I didn't actually lack it."
【oh? 】
"The gods use the mortal world as their hunting ground, believing themselves to be the same reckless hunters they once were."
Is it possible that they are the prey?
“They never thought of it, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”
"So...every one of these hidden main actors is a clown."
"This silent performance is also very interesting from another perspective."
Everyone thought they were the real protagonist, and each of them was secretly plotting in various ways.
"Although it's interesting, let's end this pantomime here."
"I'm tired of it."
Ning Feng placed the mask on the desk and spun it around. Staring at the constantly rotating mask, he said:
"Although there were some problems in the process, in terms of the result, it seems that there was no difference."
*Smack*
"We've already obtained the divine authority and power of [Trickery], so..."
He snapped his fingers lightly, plunging the already dim space into complete darkness.
Darkness shrouded everything, including the script that determined the fate of the gods.
Snap.
A clear sound came from the darkness—the sound of a spinning mask stopping on the table.
And, a soft laugh.
He said:
"The performance can continue."
...
...
Prayer once again resounded in tens of thousands of shelters.
In the dark, undetectable corners of people's hearts, they sowed the seeds called faith.
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