You Wouldn't Even Call Me Grandfather

A jolt ran through Vash'tor's heart.

It was over.

The moment he heard Tzeentch say that, he knew Tzeentch had botched things again.

Though Tzeentch was one of the galaxy's four great swindlers, and the only one who could move freely while remaining whole,

the core of his domain was not deception, but change.

This meant that no matter how Tzeentch and his demons claimed their plans were flawless, those plans would inevitably contain accidents, because a flawless plan lacked change.

Thus, Tzeentch and Tzeentch Demons often suffered sudden failures. At critical moments, accidents would occur, and they would recklessly do things contrary to their own interests before declaring, "Everything is proceeding according to plan."

Since Tzeentch had said this now, it meant he had not anticipated the possibility that Zhou Yun would attempt to ascend as the master of Domains of Vicious Artistry, nor had he made any contingency plans for it.

After Vash'tor raised that possibility, Tzeentch had even displayed obvious hesitation, uncertainty, and doubt.

Tzeentch only half believed what Vash'tor said. In truth, even Vash'tor himself did not dare fully trust his own judgment.

After all, neither Zhou Yun's purpose nor the necessity of doing this was clear. Zhou Yun had previously made his disgust toward becoming a god quite explicit.

More importantly, if Zhou Yun intended to become a god, why would The Emperor permit it? This would clearly make it easier for The Emperor to become the Dark King. Was he really willing to bear the pressure of two great positions upon himself merely to bring forth a Machine God inclined toward humanity? Did he trust Zhou Yun that much?

And if The Emperor could not bear that burden, the Dark King would be born. Humanity would then be annihilated. Did Zhou Yun truly trust