Myne stood in the lobby and took a long moment to relax. A lingering sense of fear still resided in his heart.
When the phantom of the evil god had appeared just now, giving him a thumbs up for kicking its statue, Myne felt his brain flood with blood, a suffocating darkness enveloping him, and his spirit plummeting into a lightless abyss. It felt as though he would explode at any second.
Fortunately, he was forced to quit in the end.
With his 32 points of mental power, he only had 4.5 seconds of wakefulness in the face of such an opponent.
This was merely a phantom cast across the universal border; who knew how powerful the god himself truly was? But one thing was certain: to deal with an ant-like Myne, the deity likely wouldn't even need to lift a finger. Simply seeing him would probably be enough for Myne to die a thousand times over.
