Gods as Chess Pieces! The Pope Played in the Palm of Their Hand

[Li Yifei: Congratulations, you got it right.]

[Li Yifei: Your Rakshasa God and Angel God are indeed impressive. Both are powerful First-level Gods.]

[Li Yifei: Unfortunately, your opponent is one of the Five Great God Kings of the God Realm—the strongest enforcer of the God Realm, who governs judgment and slaughter.]

Li Yifei's thoughts paused there, as if giving them time to accept and process this despairing truth.

Then, in a tone of final judgment, he revealed the name of the ultimate boss.

[Li Yifei: The Asura God!]

The Asura God.

A God King.

The strongest enforcer.

Every word was like an insurmountable mountain, weighing heavily upon Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue's hearts.

So... that was how it was.

Their enemy had never been mortal from the very beginning.

He was a... God King standing at the very peak of the entire God Realm!

How were they supposed to fight this?

What could they possibly use against him?

Before a God King, a First-level Deity was like the governor of a province facing the emperor of an entire empire.

There was not the slightest chance of victory.

Any struggle, any resistance, was nothing but a joke before such absolute disparity in rank.

For the first time, an immense sense of helplessness called "fate" descended upon Bibi Dong with such clarity.

She recalled the night Qian Xunji had violated her.

She recalled the days and nights she had struggled in the City of Slaughter and through the Rakshasa God Trial, all for revenge, all to escape that man's shadow.

She had thought that as long as she became strong enough, as long as she became a god, she could control her own fate.

Only now did she realize.

All her efforts, all her suffering, had been arranged from the very beginning.

She was merely a loathsome villain in a story, there to highlight the protagonist's brilliance.

Her ending had long since been decided.

"Heh heh..."

Within Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong let out an unreadable chuckle.

As she laughed, two streams of bloody tears ran from the corners of her eyes.

Not because she was sad.

But because of extreme fury, extreme unwillingness, extreme... resentment!

Why!

Why should my fate, Bibi Dong's fate, be written by someone else!

Why was I born to be someone else's stepping stone!

So what if he's a God King!

My fate is mine to decide, not Heaven's!

And certainly not that damned Asura God's!

A towering, vicious aura erupted from the depths of her soul.

The will that had just been shattered condensed anew within the blazing flames of "injustice," taking on an even more twisted, even more frenzied form!

She was no longer going to ask.

If she kept asking, all she would do was prove again and again how tragic her ending would be.

She would carve out a bloody path of her own through despair!

Yet just as she was about to leave the Chat Group and begin planning her mad scheme, Li Yifei's final words wrapped around her like an invisible rope, binding her firmly in place once more.

[Li Yifei: Oh, right. Let me tell you one more interesting piece of information.]

[Li Yifei: In that story, the powers of the Rakshasa God and the Asura God came from the same source. Both originated from the world's purest killing intent and evil thoughts.]

[Li Yifei: So something very interesting happened.]

[Li Yifei: The Rakshasa God, a First-level God, could actually use the shared origin of their powers to interfere with the Asura God's Deity trials, despite him being a God King.]

Those words made Bibi Dong's heart jolt.

It was as if she had seen a faint glimmer of light in endless darkness.

That was right.

The Rakshasa God was not entirely without the ability to fight back.

But Li Yifei's next question turned that faint light she had just seen into a trap luring her into an even deeper abyss.

[Li Yifei: So here's the question.]

[Li Yifei: If the Rakshasa God, a First-level God, can interfere with the Asura God's trials despite him being a God King...]

[Li Yifei: Then can the Asura God, a God King... in turn interfere with your Rakshasa God Trial, as a First-level God?]

Li Yifei's casual question was like a poisoned key, unlocking the most terrifying Pandora's Box within Bibi Dong's heart.

The Asura God... could interfere with her Rakshasa God Trial?

That thought pierced through her soul like a bolt of black lightning.

She abruptly recalled all the strange occurrences during her past trials.

The second trial: crossing Hell Road.

She had clearly reached its end, yet at the final moment, her mind had inexplicably been struck by an overwhelmingly righteous killing intent, nearly causing all her efforts to fail.

At the time, she had believed it was Hell Road's backlash.

But now that she thought about it, that judgmental killing intent—which was completely opposed to the Rakshasa God's evil killing intent yet came from the same source—wasn't that precisely the Asura God's aura?

And there were the trials that followed.

At the most critical moments, she would always feel malice and obstruction coming from somewhere unseen.

It had not felt like the inherent difficulty of the trials.

It had felt more as though something was secretly tripping her up, constantly magnifying the demonic thoughts in her heart and guiding her toward madness and destruction.

She had always thought it was the Rakshasa God testing her, the price she had to pay to inherit the divine position.

But what if...

What if that had never been the Rakshasa God's test at all, but the Asura God secretly meddling behind the scenes?

An even more horrifying conjecture, one that sent chills through her, surfaced in her mind.

Had she truly received the complete inheritance of the Rakshasa God?

Or rather, had this path to godhood she walked from the beginning been a defective product tampered with by the Asura God, filled with traps and backdoors...?

"No... impossible..."

Bibi Dong's body began trembling uncontrollably.

This conjecture left her even more despairing than the fate of being a stepping stone.

If even the Rakshasa God inheritance—the greatest trump card she relied on to defy fate—was a lie...

What did she have left?

What could she use to fight that so-called protagonist, or that lofty God King?

[Bibi Dong: You mean... the Asura God has been interfering with my trials all along?]

Her thoughts carried a trace of pleading that even she herself was unwilling to acknowledge.

She hoped Li Yifei would deny the conjecture.

Yet his next words cast her down into the Eighteenth Level of Hell.

[Li Yifei: Interfering?]

[Li Yifei: No, that isn't an accurate word.]

[Li Yifei: It should be called... "using."]

Using?

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted into their most dangerous needlepoint shape.

[Li Yifei: I already told you before that your Rakshasa Demonic Thought would not allow you to kill Yu Xiaogang.]

[Li Yifei: Because Yu Xiaogang is the teacher of that story's protagonist.]

[Li Yifei: And that protagonist is the heir chosen by the Asura God.]

These few sentences formed a chain of logic, perfectly linking together every fragment of information.