Wisdom interlocked his hands and said, "We'll have to see if everything is ready."

"Of course," Sung-Woon nodded.0

Sung-Woon was the master of the Pantheon, the highest decision-maker, and could achieve anything he wished according to his authority setting, but the Pantheon was also something Sung-Woon had to control. It would be problematic if things didn't go as he wanted.0

There were various methods of control. Deception was one such method, but always came with risks. Sung-Woon preferred not to resort to it unless necessary, as the better method was always persuasion.0

"The first question is this, Nebula… If we Fall, we lose our divinity. Does that mean we become mortals?"0

Sung-Woon answered without hesitation, "Yes."0

The gods of the Pantheon stirred. Those who already knew the meaning of the Fall remained indifferent, but some players only fully understood after hearing Wisdom's blunt words.0

"Th…then, what happens to us if we die?" Ovenwave asked.0

The fact that she was a middle school girl in a sailor uniform would make one want to keep a distance from her, but after seeing that she had an oven as her head, one would want to keep a distance from her for a different reason. Moreover, she had the electrical plug trailing behind her like a ribbon, adding a quirky touch.0

Of course, players didn't particularly comment on other players' appearances. None of them were in a position to do so.0

Sung-Woon answered, "We will face the death we have long forgotten. There will be no Afterlife as the Pantheon would disassemble, and there will be no vassals as we will no longer be gods. Theoretically,...0