The deity looked back at Su Ming'an's gaze, seemingly unable to understand the emotion within it:
"Regarding everything Shadow mentioned, I just want to correct one point."
"From the very beginning, I intended to lose this wager."
Su Ming'an was slightly stunned.
...Why?
Clearly winning the wager would be a perfect win-win situation. Meanwhile, losing would have no impact on the organizers, but the deity would lose the World Origin in its hands. The World of Old Days could last for at most a few hundred years. If it wanted to persist further, it would need to rely on external forces like Shadow, which would be like bargaining with a tiger.
Although both winning and losing would allow the World of Old Days to escape the fate of rapid destruction, the sole advantage of losing over winning lay with Su Ming'an.
It merely preserved Su Ming'an more.
So Su Ming'an voiced his doubts.
The deity's gaze was very cold:
