After bustling about for an entire day, Wang Ye finally realized that the situation in Heaven itself was already chaotic enough.
He seemingly had no way to cause any more damage.
These people were too ruthless. Talents emerged one after another, each more sinister than the last, and all of them were extraordinarily patient. It was like a true high-level psychological battle.
As an undercover agent whose identity was practically out in the open, trying to muddy the waters here was nothing more than a fool's dream.
Even if Heaven truly fell into chaos in the end, it would have little to do with him.
Most likely, it would simply be because certain internal factions needed Heaven to descend into chaos for the sake of their own interests. He would at most be a pawn pushed out to take the blame.
Afterward, they could just say—
"See? We've got an undercover agent here. There's nothing I could do."
Just thinking about it made Wang Ye feel miserable all over.
The excellent situation he had created at Spirit Mountain had greatly boosted his confidence. He had started to feel like he was capable, like he could play mind games too.
Only to be utterly crushed by Heaven.
Sometimes, he had to admit that among the three great strategists, Maitreya was still fucking the most ruthless.
It was understandable that the Underworld did not have many smart people.
After all, it had been an organization founded on sheer passion back then. To put it bluntly, how many exceptionally intelligent people could still maintain that chuunibyou, hot-blooded enthusiasm?
Even when doing something casually, their brains would uncontrollably analyze dozens of pros and cons in an instant.
Over time, their temperaments would become more and more indifferent.
That was why the Underworld was generally