The geniuses bound on the altar were on the verge of tears.

They had always been proud, arrogant, and even somewhat domineering, never caring about the lives and deaths of others, like the millions outside the altar whom they wouldn't even consider, because in their hearts, they believed themselves to be precious, noble, and incomparable to those people's worthless lives.

Who would have thought, in an instant, they found their own lives even more worthless.

To think their lives would be decided by a game of rock-paper-scissors.