Julius groaned as he knelt down upon a golden-gazing floor.
His eyes were boiling up by the moment.
He had no words to say, no deeds to do, and no victories to enjoy.
If he knew how the system worked by now, Azonold would give him more temporary power in return for a chunk of his soul.
'What's the point of all this... This is just a fancier way of killing myself...'
"Morning Sunshine."
A cheery voice sang out from his right.
There he found the figure of a certain man waiting.
It was the nameless God.
His long purple hair had a few white strands present. His black-steel crown was now entirely white and he was wearing many poor fabrics of a multitude of colors.
Time seemed to have passed differently for him.
Julius looked up grimly.
"Just give me the goods. I don't need a conversation right now."
There was only 1 path to victory. And Julius knew that sacrificial gain was that path.
