Kronos was speechless.
Indeed, when he brought Zhang Heng out of the city under the ice in advance, it was tantamount to helping the world solve an imminent crisis. But now that the gods had fallen into such a tragic situation today, it was inevitable that he had something to do with it.
Outside Pluto's mansion, the gods were mourning the fact that they had to leave their homeland, and no one was in the mood to settle old scores with him. When they entered the station, everyone was busy figuring out the current situation and naturally had no time to care about him. Until now, Gaim, who had been missing for five months, had reappeared.
Everyone regained their backbone, and their previously tense nerves relaxed a little as they began to plan for their future. Coupled with Kronos taking the initiative to bring the topic here, the gods finally remembered which bastard had tricked them into such a state.
Hence, everyone's gazes towards Kronos turned hostile.
Kronos knew that he was in the wrong and could not retort. In fact, one of the main reasons he did not want to follow the other gods into the new world was that he did not want others to dig up old scores for what he did before, but he had no other choice when his life was threatened.
Kronos knew very well that the reason no one was bothering him now was because the great shadow of Cthulhu loomed over everyone. Once they were free from the monster's threat, he would be dealt with sooner or later.
Still, Kronos did not expect that day to come so soon. He could only blame himself for being too angry when he guessed what Gaim wanted to do and could not hold back, causing trouble to come out of his mouth.
He knew that whatever he said next would be meaningless. It would only attract the hatred to himself, so he wisely chose to shut up and stop talking. But he also believed that he was definitely not the only one who knew what Kronos was trying to do. With him taking the lead, there would definitely be others who would follow up later.
And Kronos's guess was not wrong. While the gods were displeased with what he did before, they did their best to hold back their anger and turned their attention back to the situation at hand.
It was still God Pan who appeared and bowed to Gaeme on the TV. "O revered God of Games, could you answer my doubts? I believe that you must have your reasons for building such a unique functional zone. "
"Of course." Gaam nodded. "I'm also a god, so I naturally know what shackles the gods have been wearing for a long time. Each of us has our own destiny, but it's not something we choose or decide ourselves. It's long been written into legends and heroic poems. Even for a new god like me, who hasn't been born for a long time, our destiny is decided by the common will of most humans. It's related to everyone in this world, but not us. This is the same for both old and new gods."
Gaim had successfully silenced the gods in the 'train station'. It was obvious that his words had struck a chord in everyone's hearts. But after a while, the disheveled Apollo raised his head again and spoke.
"It is a curse that all of us are born with and the source of our power. We have nothing to complain about. We have lived like this for thousands of years, and it's not as if no one has tried before, but reality has proven that we can't change our own destiny. And here I thought we all agreed on that."
"You're right. In this day and age, even my old friend the God of New Media and the God of New Media couldn't directly change their destiny, let alone others. The only person I know who managed to change his destiny had everything arranged when he was still human."
"But that's all in the real world. In the game world, we can move freely. This has been repeatedly proven in the previous dungeons." Gaim admitted, but then he changed the topic. "But that's in the real world, and we can move freely in the game world.
"Are you referring to the dungeons we created to choose our agents?" The Goddess of the Night Nix stepped forward. "Over there, we can indeed influence the direction of the dungeons to a certain extent. So what do you mean? Do you want us to live in your game forever? But if this goes on, we will be forgotten by humans sooner or later. For a long time, we have been in a symbiotic relationship with humans. We satisfy their prayers and wishes, and they offer their faith and worship to us. So, while they need us, we can't live without them. "
"Of course, how can a perfect game only have the natives?" Gaim paused, and then announced another piece of news. "So, I plan to open the game world to human players again."
His words caused another uproar, and this time the uproar was even louder than before.
"You want to open the game world to human players again?" The God of Lego rolled his eyes. "Wait, maybe I should put it in another way. You plan to open the game world again to the humans who have been mentally contaminated by the master of the city under the ice? Why? So that that guy can come in and kill us all? "
"Don't worry, the outside world will not be destroyed," Gaim said.
It would have been better if he hadn't said this. As soon as he said this, the gods immediately burst into an uproar.
To put it bluntly, the biggest reason why everyone was willing to stay here and discuss the possibility of living here with Gaim was because the outside world was about to be destroyed, and they had no other choice.
Otherwise, as gods who had lived outside for hundreds or even thousands of years, they certainly wouldn't want to give up everything they had in that land.
Gaim seemed to have expected such a reaction from the gods. He patiently waited for the chaos to subside and for the gods to calm down before continuing. "I said that the outside world won't be destroyed, but that's on the condition that all of you, including me, stay here obediently."
"Why?" The God of Refreshment asked. Although the situation had reached a critical juncture, he was still yawning as if he could fall asleep at any time.
"Because I need to borrow your strength to keep it in this game world."
This time, the person who answered was not Gaim. When the gods looked in the direction of the voice, the crowd that had finally calmed down began to panic again. No, to be more precise, it was panic! Moreover, this fear was growing exponentially.
Because they saw a figure that they didn't want to see at this time.
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