Chapter Three Hundred Twenty-Seven: "Present World

"..."

Silence lingered for a long time.

Until a crisp clapping sound broke it.

"Clap, clap, clap——"

Sevya clapped his hands, resuming his elegant smile.

He stood up, shedding his previous lazy demeanor, and his gaze sharpened.

"Risking a life just to tell me this, you've become bolder."

"This isn't a gamble," Su Ming'an said, "After seeing through the rules you mentioned, it's nothing more than a predetermined win or loss for me."

"But now I understand, you completely reject my ideology."

"With such a fundamental contradiction, how do you expect harmony between the two sides? Unless you possess the ability to freely dominate the battle of the red and blue gladiators like now, your ideology is just a joke."

"Right." Sevya walked closer, until he stood right in front of Su Ming'an.

"... then do you permit me to ascend to Cloud City, to meet the deity?" he asked, "Since you came from Cloud City, you must also possess the ability to communicate with the deity, right?"