Time rewound to the time of the chess match.
The moment Han Dong and the Mysterious Little Person finally determined victory or defeat after their duel across countless epochs.
The chessboard had extended from a three-dimensional world to eleven dimensions, and this state had been maintained for a long time.
The Mysterious Little Person's health had dropped to 0,
while Han Dong, seated opposite him, had only one drop of health left.
The Mysterious Little Person patted his chest and let out a long breath. "Wow! That was close... Did you have to mess with my head like that? You just had to make it so thrilling. You really could've lost."
Cough, cough, cough~ The only response he received was coughing.
All that remained where Han Dong sat was a desiccated skeletal frame.
His spine stood upright through root-like tendrils, while his lower body had completely weathered away... His rotten skull barely remained intact, though at least his brain was still fresh.
The coughing came from his nearly decayed throat,
while a mixture of brain matter and blood continuously dripped from his nostrils.
As the match came to an end,
the endless pressure accumulated in his mind completely dissipated.
Han Dong's restored "first-generation body" began to beat with a heart once more. Blood vessels regrew one after another, restoring his physical form.
It took an entire day before he finally returned to his original state.
Such self-healing drew repeated praise from the Mysterious Little Person:
"Not bad... Your mind was ravaged to this extent, and both your body and soul completely decayed during the match, yet you recovered in only one day.
As expected of a 'Restorer' at the structural level."
Han Dong replied softly, "Senior, it seems like you really wanted to lose."
"Of course~ Being a part-time Destiny