Brahma stared blankly at the deep pit that appeared in front of him, lost in thought.
A voice filled with despair sounded from behind him.
"It's over, it's over, Brahma, we... the capital of our world, New Delhi, is gone!"
The person speaking was none other than Brahma's most loyal servant—Di.
"The capital is gone, and my talent skills are lost, too! Is it because I put on Shiva's gifted divine robe without bathing, and this is Shiva's punishment for me?"
"Ahhhh~! I actually lost! I lost to the Hua Country people! How could someone have reached Level 8 so quickly?"
Brahma let out a low growl from his throat, brewing with immense unwillingness deep within.
"Brahma! Apparently, it's a Hua Country person named Wang Teng! At first, his level progression was not even close to yours!"
Di blurted out unwittingly.
"I don't need you to remind me! Wang Teng~ that name is so annoying! Damn sick man of the east, how could he possibly have won against me?"
