In an instant, dozens of pairs of eyes locked onto Sterl. An invisible pressure surged toward him like a tidal wave. For an ordinary person, facing the gaze of even a dozen peers might induce fear or unease.
Now, however, the owners of these gazes were none other than bona fide gods. The mere sight of a god's gaze could impose an unbearable pressure on beings below the demigod level. Even for those who were also gods, such attention couldn't be ignored.
Dozens of gazes, each infused with a trace of divine majesty and divine authority, bore down on him. Despite Sterl's composed exterior, he felt a slight weight under this collective scrutiny. After all, his true strength was only that of a humble third-class player.
