Wagering Against a God; Ale Rebuilds His Cultivation

Yang Xiu's roar echoed through the space.

The Lord of Bliss's conscious avatar was shrouded in a purple halo, its emotions impossible to read.

But inside, fear surged uncontrollably.

A bone-deep chill swept over the Lord of Bliss's true body on the altar in the Main Hall.

The Bliss Legion, the Bliss Palace, the Lord of Bliss... The "keywords" hidden in those words were like nails driven into its consciousness. In his hysterical state, Yang Xiu had revealed far too much.

He had clearly admitted everything. The unknown potion had indeed not been something he'd stumbled upon while exploring the Monster World.

Nor was he a Bliss Player recruited in the true sense of the word.

He was an outsider who knew all its secrets.

A chess piece that had quietly taken root and grown under what it had believed to be airtight surveillance.

So what was his purpose in infiltrating Death Space?

The Lord of Bliss didn't dare think too deeply about it. What terrifying power would it take to quietly plant someone who knew its core secrets in the tightly monitored recruitment chain?

At the very least, they would need to understand its system and how it operated inside and out.

They would also need the ability to interfere with, or even briefly block, its All-Seeing Record.

A terrifying force had to be backing Yang Xiu.

At that thought, the trembling Lord of Bliss suddenly realized that there was one logical problem it couldn't explain.

If the force behind Yang Xiu was plotting against it, why choose such a roundabout method of infiltration?

The other party had quietly sent a "seed" into Death Space, which was proof enough of its strength.

Death Space was directly connected to the Bliss Main Hall. The other party could easily locate its