Three-Eyed Certification, Tyrant Legion

Such a solemn certification ceremony—the Three-Eyed Dao Examination—was the supreme moment countless kings dreamed of.

Yet Evil Eye opened its mouth and spouted nonsense as usual.

But before Di Nian could reprimand it inwardly, Evil Eye continued its argument with a serious expression:

"What you need is a name that can bear your obsession and reveal the road ahead. I've thought it over, and there's nothing more fitting than 'Tyrant.'" Di Nian was just about to refute it.

But Evil Eye simply continued rambling on:

"Don't think it's childish. Although this name was originally a title casually coined by players, it accompanied you from being a lone evil spirit at the very bottom of Monster World to becoming a king today."

"According to the players' dictionary, these two words aren't purely derogatory."

"'Evil' means being ruthless toward enemies and untamed by rules. 'Tyrant' means wielding hegemony and monopolizing the sharp edge of the road ahead. Together, it means an Evil Beast blocking the path... So ferocity, brutality, dominance, defiance... every trait that fits your Dao path is contained within it. I think players are pretty good at naming things." It paused, its expression encouraging.

"Others follow the rules and ride the tide. You run rampant and become a king against the tide. How is that an insult? It's clearly the Dao title that best fits your entire life." The three ancient divine eyes hung silently in the void, quietly awaiting Di Nian's final name, unaware of the bickering within the pair's consciousness. Di Nian's heart stirred.

What had initially seemed like a crude, joking name unexpectedly gained a weight that seemed to fit his destiny after Evil Eye broke it down layer by layer.

Thinking back on the road he had traveled over the past century, he had gone from