Bibi Dong Ties the Knot for Multi-Child Multi-Blessing, Eye of Omniscience

Martial Soul Hall, underground secret chamber.

Bibi Dong knelt on the cold stone platform, her body trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind.

The seventh trial of the Rakshasa God was tearing her body apart.

Purple-black evil energy burrowed out from every one of her pores, as if thousands of venomous snakes were squirming and biting beneath her skin.

She bit through her lip, spraying a mouthful of blood onto the stone platform, where it splashed into the shape of a demonic red lotus.

She had endured this pain for three years.

Every god trial was a near-death experience, and the evil thoughts of the Rakshasa God would seize the opportunity to invade, gnawing at her sanity and forcing her to see the images she least wanted to witness.

For instance, the face of that man.

Her master, the former Pope, Qian Xunji.

Bibi Dong snapped her eyes open, her pupils bloodshot and filled with frantic hatred.

Just then, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang out in her mind.

[Ding—Host detected as meeting binding criteria. God-Level More Children More Blessings System officially activated.]

Bibi Dong was stunned.

The excruciating pain of the Rakshasa God trial was forcibly suppressed by an external force in that instant, and immediately after, an even more overbearing power invaded her sea of consciousness without question.

"What is this?"

She instinctively tried to resist, but that power gave her no chance to react, tearing a rift directly into her mind and forcibly flooding it with a vision of the future.

In the vision, Martial Soul Hall was engulfed in towering flames, with tens of thousands of disciples lying dead beneath the city walls.

Tang San held two divine artifacts, the Seagod Trident and the Asura Sword, crossing them to strike down as divine light tore the heavens and earth asunder.

She saw her own body split in two, blood splattering across the entire Pope's Palace.

In the final moment before death, her eyes remained wide open, her mouth calling out the name of Qian Renxue.

The vision dissipated.

Bibi Dong collapsed onto the stone platform, her face deathly pale, cold sweat instantly soaking through her undergarments.

It was not that she had never considered that Martial Soul Hall might fall.

But she had never imagined she would die so miserably, so alone.

Forsaken by all.

These four words felt like a dull blade sawing back and forth across her heart, the pain so intense she nearly curled into a ball.

[Host emotional fluctuation excessive. System automatically stabilizing consciousness.]

The mechanical voice sounded again. Bibi Dong struggled to prop herself up, her voice as hoarse as a broken bellows: "What exactly are you?"

[This system is the God-Level More Children More Blessings System. Upon binding to the host, it will issue tasks; completing them will grant rewards to change fate. What the host just witnessed is the predetermined trajectory of the future.]

Bibi Dong fell silent.

She had been Pope for many years; she had encountered Title Douluo, Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts, and even divine inheritances.

But something taking up residence inside her brain was a first.

"Change my fate?" Bibi Dong let out a cold laugh. "How?"

[The only variable capable of changing fate has been locked—Lord of Creation: Su Chen. Current location: Martial Soul Hall Library Pavilion. Identity: Low-level librarian.]

Bibi Dong frowned.

Su Chen?

She quickly searched her mind, but there was no record of such a person in her memory.

The Martial Soul Hall Library Pavilion was a place stuffed with trash—those whose Innate Soul Power didn't make the cut, or those with minor connections.

A piece of trash, changing her fate?

"Are you toying with This Seat?"

Bibi Dong's voice turned cold, and the pressure belonging to the Pope became so tangible that the air in the secret chamber solidified.

If this system had a physical form, she would have already crushed it into powder.

[The system does not possess deception functions. Host resistance detected; issuing novice tutorial task.]

[Task: Within one hour, go to the Library Pavilion and pour a cup of tea for the Lord of Creation, Su Chen.]

[Reward: Eliminate 10% of the Rakshasa God's evil thoughts.]

[Failure penalty: Immediate Soul-Devouring Pain, lasting for seventy-two hours.]

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted violently.

Eliminate 10% of the Rakshasa God's evil thoughts!

She knew the weight of this reward better than anyone.

The Rakshasa God's evil thoughts were a byproduct of the god trials; they could not be eradicated, only endured.

Half the reason she had become increasingly cold and paranoid was that this thing had been eroding her sanity day and night.

If she could truly remove even one-tenth of it...

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, her gaze shifting.

But the very next second, she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails nearly dug into her palms.

What kind of joke was this?

To make her, the Pope of Martial Soul Hall, the pinnacle of power on the continent, pour tea for a piece of trash whose name she had never even heard?

"Absolutely impossible!"

Bibi Dong stood up and walked straight toward the exit of the secret chamber; she would make this so-called system understand who was truly in charge.

Five minutes later, the Soul-Devouring Pain descended.

It was merely a small, warning-sized surge, yet that sharp agony striking directly at her soul forced Bibi Dong to brace herself against the wall, the color draining from her face in an instant.

This pain was entirely different from the physical tearing of the God Trials; this was torture that pulverized the soul itself!

She knew clearly that if this level of pain continued for seventy-two hours, her mind would completely shatter, and she would be reduced to a total lunatic.

The secret chamber was deathly silent.

Bibi Dong stood alone in the darkness, her back still held straight, but her slightly trembling fists betrayed her inner struggle.

Ten minutes later, she walked to the wardrobe in the corner of the chamber.

Inside hung her daily papal robes and a few sets of casual attire.

Bibi Dong reached out and pulled out the plain, moon-white dress from the very back.

She had never worn this dress; the style was ordinary, like something a common woman on the street might wear.

She changed into the dress, unraveled her complex updo, and removed her heavy papal crown.

The bronze mirror reflected a stranger.

There was no papal majesty or coldness, no decisiveness or ruthlessness of Bibi Dong.

There was only an ordinary woman with a stunning face and slightly reddened eyes.

Bibi Dong turned her head away, unwilling to look any longer.

She pushed open the door of the secret chamber and, under the cover of night, skillfully avoided all the blind spots of the patrols, heading toward the most remote northeastern corner of Martial Soul Hall.

The Library Pavilion was a three-story old building that had been ignored for years.

Standing before that dusty wooden door, Bibi Dong suddenly felt that the situation was absurd to the extreme.

She, the dignified Pope of Martial Soul Hall, a Titled Douluo, was now going to pour tea for a piece of trash like a servant.

If Qian Renxue were to find out, if those old things in the Worship Hall were to know...

Bibi Dong closed her eyes and took three deep breaths.

For the sake of Martial Soul Hall, for the sake of... surviving.

She pushed open the door.

Martial Soul Hall Library Pavilion, third floor.

Su Chen finished dusting the last row of bookshelves and let out a yawn.

He leaned his broom against the wall, pulled a bamboo recliner out from a cabinet, set it up by the window, and slumped onto it comfortably.

The moonlight spilled onto his face, outlining features that were excessively handsome.

With sword-like eyebrows and a high bridge of his nose, his temperament was impossibly gentle, like a jade-faced bodhisattva enshrined in a temple.

Su Chen was nineteen years old this year, with a soul age of thirty-five.

He had transmigrated to the Douluo Continent sixteen years ago.

Sixteen years, no system, no golden finger; aside from this face that was handsome enough to incite the wrath of both gods and men, he had nothing.

His martial soul was a withered branch, his Innate Soul Power was level one—as useless as it could possibly be.

At first, he had panicked, but later he came to terms with it: fighting and killing didn't suit him, so he might as well lie flat.

The library of Martial Soul Hall was quiet, safe, and provided meals—it was practically a paradise for a salted fish.

He had been lying there for sixteen years.

Just as Su Chen was about to roll over and continue dreaming, a pale blue screen exploded in his mind without warning.

He jolted, nearly tumbling off the recliner.

[Eye of Omniscience · Activated.]

[More Children More Blessings System · Host Panel 001]

[Host: Bibi Dong]

[Identity: Pope of Martial Soul Hall / Successor to the Rakshasa God]

[Current Status: Recently awakened, extremely resistant]

[System Core Directive: Locate and bind to the Lord of Creation, Su Chen. Through intimate interaction, conceive the bloodline of creation and obtain god-level rewards.]

[Novice Quest: Within one hour, go to the Library Pavilion and pour a cup of tea for the Lord of Creation, Su Chen.]

[Reward: Remove 10% of the Rakshasa God's evil thoughts.]

[Failure Penalty: Immediately suffer the Soul-Devouring Pain for seventy-two hours.]

[Host's Current Internal Monologue: Absurd! This Seat is the dignified Pope of Martial Soul Hall, yet I am to pour tea for a... mere servant? Once I uncover your true nature, I shall utterly erase you and the existence behind you!]

[Current Emotions: Anger 88% / Humiliation 95% / Killing Intent 75% / Favorability: -15]

Su Chen froze on his recliner for three seconds, repeatedly confirming that his eyes were not deceiving him.

Good grief, this panel—the killing intent was practically overflowing off the screen!

Then, he noticed a line of tiny text in the corner of the light screen.

[Identity of the Lord of Creation confirmed. For every reward obtained by a Multi-Child Multi-Blessing bond partner upon completing a task, you will receive a ten-fold to hundred-fold critical return. You need not do anything; you only need to be loved.]

Su Chen stared at the words "be loved" and fell into deep thought.

The golden finger he had waited sixteen years for was actually this kind of setup?

He glanced again at the name "Bibi Dong" on the light screen, as well as the real-time fluctuating emotional readings.

Favorability -15, Killing Intent 75%.

This Pope, in her current state, was likely no different from a tigress chained up and forced to perform a handshake for an audience.

He had a feeling that the moment she finished pouring the tea, she would kill him to silence him.

Su Chen rose from the recliner, walked to the tea table, and lined up the teapot and teacups.

Then, after a moment's thought, he shoved the tea canister back into the deepest corner of the cabinet.

If she wanted to pour tea, she would have to find the tea leaves first, and finding the tea leaves meant she would have to bend over and rummage through the cabinet.

The image of the Pope bending over to rummage through a cabinet... ahem, the point was, the longer she stayed here, the more time he had to observe her, and the better he could prepare.

With a Titled Douluo at -15 favorability, if you didn't keep a close eye on her emotional shifts, what if she actually decided to strike?

In the distance, a nearly imperceptible sound of footsteps approached.

Su Chen immediately channeled his inner actor, reined in all his thoughts, grabbed a broom, bent over, and began to sweep the dust-free floor with practiced focus.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, finally stopping at the entrance.

"Creak~"

The wooden door of the Library Pavilion was slowly pushed open from the outside, and moonlight poured in through the gap, casting a long, slender shadow across the floor.

Su Chen looked up.

Standing at the doorway was a woman dressed in a moon-white gown.

Her hair was held up by a wooden hairpin, her eyes were slightly red, and her lips were pressed into a pale, thin line; she was breathtakingly beautiful, yet as cold as a block of ice.

There was no papal crown, no overwhelming soul pressure.

But that arrogance carved into her very bones was more suffocating than any soul pressure could ever be.

On the light screen, the favorability number jumped from -15 to -10.