["Secondly is the curse the wisher places on themselves. If there isn't enough lamp oil, one can also obtain lamp oil by cursing themselves. The greater the hope, the more despair one must endure."]
The Bard shook his head somewhat sighingly. "At first, to survive the extermination of the Divine Race, I had to make a wish for the everlasting existence of my own soul."
"And the result?" Evans asked.
"The wish did come true, but the cost was that I gave up my physical body and lost my freedom. My soul now needs to reside forever within the Divine Lamp…"
"I see…"
Mu You took a breath, roughly understanding the plight of the Lamp God.
It was similar to the Shadow God's situation before, who also survived the catastrophe through his own special means. It seemed that besides a very few gods with special abilities, the rest of the Divine Race must have perished.
