"If such an entity exists, do you think it would waste chess pieces? Making full use of resources is how the mechanically programmed operate."
"So if we were to be replaced, what might become of us? Surely it can't just be a simple incineration, right?"
This time, it was Constantine who looked at Ju Mang.
Ju Mang didn't speak; confusion also filled his gaze.
Prometheus and Constantine, she never doubted the meticulousness of their thoughts.
After all, these two bastards had been thinking about deceiving the whole world since they were three years old.
Both of them had also spotted the flaws in the way the Order governed the Pyramid.
Suddenly, she felt... that what she'd been doing might have been in vain.
The god in Prometheus's words seemed to have calculated everything.
The children of Order who were self-satisfied in thinking they had discovered the world's bug, if they truly sought to betray it, would only welcome judgment in the end.