48 Hours a Day

Koronos was mute.

It was true that by bringing Zhang Heng out of that city under the ice earlier, he had helped the world solve an imminent crisis, but the fact that the gods were now in this miserable state had nothing to do with the fact that he had played it off afterwards.

Outside Proto's mansion, the gods are mourning the loss of their homeland, and no one is in the mood to settle old scores with him, but when they get to the station, they are too busy trying to figure out what's going on to care about him, until now, when Gaim, who has been missing for five months, reappears.

Now that the five-month missing Gaim has reappeared, everyone has found their backbone, relaxed their nerves, and begun to plan for their future lives.

So the gazes of the people towards Koronos immediately became unkind.

Koronos knew he was at a disadvantage and couldn't argue, in fact, a big reason why he didn't want to follow the other gods into the new world before was because he didn't want his previous actions to be turned into old scores, but he had no choice at all in a life threatening situation.

Koronos knew very well that the reason why nothing was bothering him right now was because there was this huge shadow of Ksuru overhead that kept hanging over everyone, and once he got rid of that monster, it was only a matter of time before he would be liquidated.

Only Koronos didn't expect this day to come so soon, and he blamed himself for getting too angry after guessing what Gaim was trying to do and not holding back, which led to the disaster.

He knew it was pointless to say anything else, as he would only attract hatred to himself, so he wisely chose to shut up and stop speaking, but he also believed that he wasn't the only one who saw what Koronos wanted to do, and with him starting this, there would be others following up after.

And Koronos' guess was not wrong, although the gods were all upset about what he had done before, everyone still tried to press down the anger in their chests and redirected their attention to the situation at hand.

It was still the god Pan who stepped in, and after bowing to Gaim on the TV, asked, "Dear God of Games, can you help me out? I'm sure you have your reasons for building such a unique and functional area."

"Of course." Gaim nodded, "I am also a god, naturally I am well aware of the shackles that the gods have worn around their necks for so long, each of us has our own destiny, yet it is not chosen or determined by us, they have long been written into those legendary stories, into those heroic poems, even for new gods like me who have not been born for too long , our fate is also determined by the common will of the majority of humans, related to everyone in this world, but only to ourselves, this is the same for both the new and old gods."

Gaim succeeded in making the gods in the "station" fall into silence, and apparently what he had just said had also spoken to everyone's heart, but after a few moments the Sun God Apollo, who looked a little wretched, looked up again and spoke.

"It's the curse we are all born with and the source of our power, we have nothing to complain about, we've been doing this for thousands of years, it's not like no one has ever tried before, but it turns out we can't change our fate on our own, I thought that was already the consensus."

"You're right, in this day and age even my old friends the gods of fiction, and the gods of new media they can't change their own destinies directly, let alone anyone else, the only person I know who has successfully rewritten his own destiny also had everything set up while he was still human."

Gaim admitted, but then his words changed, "But that's all in the real world, but in the game world we are free to act, as has been proven over and over again in previous copies."

"Are you referring to those copies we created of ourselves that pick our agents?" Niix, the goddess of night, stepped forward, "There, we do get to influence the course of the copy to some extent, so what do you mean, you want us to live in your game forever? But if this goes on we will sooner or later be forgotten by the humans, for a long time we have been in a symbiotic relationship with them, we fulfill their prayers and wishes and they dedicate their faith and worship to us, so while they certainly need us, we are equally indispensable to them."

"Of course, how can a perfect game have only the Aborigines." Gaim paused and then announced another piece of news, "So, after that, I intend to open the game world to human players again."

As a result, his words caused another uproar, and this time it was even bigger than before.

"You're going to open up the game world again to those human players?" The LEGO god averted his eyes, "Wait, maybe I should rephrase that, you're going to open up the game world again to humans who are already mentally contaminated by the masters of that under-ice city? For what, so that the guy can come in and cut us down too?"

"Don't worry, the outside world will not be destroyed." Gaim said.

It was fine that he didn't say that, but once that was said, the gods' side immediately exploded.

Because to be frank, the biggest reason why everyone was willing to stay here and discuss the possibility of living here with Gaim was still because that world outside was about to be destroyed, and they simply had no choice.

Otherwise, as gods who had lived outside for hundreds or even thousands of years, they certainly didn't want to give up everything they had in that land.

And Gaim seemed to have expected such a reaction from the gods, he waited very patiently for the commotion to diminish and the gods to calm down again before continuing, "I say that the world outside will not be destroyed, provided that you, including me, stay here honestly."

"Why?" The god of reverie asked, still yawning all the time and looking like he could fall asleep at any moment, even though the situation was now at a critical juncture.

"Because, I need to use your power to keep it in this game world."

This time it wasn't Gaim who answered, but when the gods followed the voice that spoke, the crowd that had so easily calmed down suddenly panicked again, no, more accurately it should be panic! And this panic is growing exponentially.

Because they see a figure that they don't want to see at this point in time anyway.