"The young man who ultimately became a god was definitely the child you saved before. Otherwise, he wouldn't have let you go in the end," Cat Girl Robbie said loudly.
She continued speculating, "Even as a child, he could unleash plagues. The villagers buried him because he infected the entire village with disease."
Philippa sucked in a breath. "So the later disaster happened because you saved that child. If you hadn't saved him, the plague wouldn't have spread across all those countries, and so many people wouldn't have died."
Everyone involved in piecing together the story froze.
In other words, what they had thought was a good deed had actually caused countless deaths.
Kindness had borne bitter fruit. Fate truly was ironic.
After listening to their conversation, Wu Heng turned his attention back to the chessboard.
The "agreement" between him and the chessboard could be considered fulfilled.
The chessboard had provided information about the Plague God through a story, while Wu Heng had given it a ghost to absorb.
Lilith, Viola, and the Wood Elf Sisters all looked toward Wu Heng, their eyes filled with questions.
After pondering for a moment, Wu Heng looked at the increasingly translucent Wraith Host and said, "I was very satisfied with this story. Next time, I'll prepare more 'sincerity.' I hope to obtain more stories concerning gods."
The wraith did not answer. It gradually faded into the air, and the eerie glow on the chessboard went completely dark.
Then Viola put away the chessboard, the long table was carried off, and the maids brought out tea and snacks.
Wu Heng and the others sat down in the living room and continued discussing the matter.
Lilith asked, "Do you think this story was helpful to you?"
Wu Heng lifted his teacup and took a sip.