My Lord, I Have a Plan

"Hey, wifey, I feel like this kid is a lost cause. How about we just make another one?"

"Screw your mother! Didn't you just complain that I was too tight a moment ago?"

"But the problem is, two Gods of Evil Thoughts like us giving birth to a son who wants to be a God of Kindness—this just isn't right."

Rakshasa God slowly stood up and glanced down at his crotch. "Isn't that all your fault? Let me tell you, Chen Doudou was carried in my womb for ten years before he was born. Even if he can't take care of himself, I'm going to spoil him. If you want to make another one, go find someone else. See if I don't chop it off!"

Asura God felt a chill down his spine, his waist instinctively recoiling.

"What are you dodging for? I'm not actually going to chop it off."

Rakshasa God wore a cold smirk, her gaze lingering on his lower regions.

"Did I dodge? My waist was just a bit uncomfortable, I was just stretching."

Asura God insisted stubbornly, though he was certain that this madwoman before him was definitely not joking. After all, she was the one who dared to scheme against him back when she was only a first-tier god.

As for why the two were so awkward right now, it had to be traced back to just a moment ago. After a thorough "repairing" by both Asura God and Rakshasa God, the two were shocked to discover that Chen Doudou was still staring at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, drool trailing from the corner of his mouth: "Abba... Abba." He still hadn't recovered.

Of course, this was all an act by Chen Doudou. If he didn't pretend, he felt like he would have his bottom beaten to a pulp by these rebellious parents.

Rakshasa God curled her lip. "Since he's fine, hurry up and think of a solution. How can the son of two Gods of Evil Thoughts turn into a White Dumpling?"

Asura God gritted his teeth, a plan forming in his mind. "How about we let the gods below brainstorm?"

"Are you sure that will work?"

"Might as well try, right? What if it does? Can things really get any worse than they are now?"

Asura God spread his hands helplessly.

Rakshasa God closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Fine! We'll do that. Regardless, we must make Doudou turn back to evil!"

Asura Hall, main lobby.

"That is the situation..."

"Do any of you have a brilliant plan? Something to make Doudou return to evil."

When Asura God finished explaining, the gathered gods of the evil faction were all dumbfounded, unable to utter a single word for a long time. What on earth? Is this even Chinese? How are these words even put together? You mean to say that the biological son of the great Asura God, the leader of the evil faction, and the Rakshasa God, refuses to inherit the Asura Hall and wants to run off to join the God of Kindness? He even wants to acknowledge the wife of your sworn enemy as his godmother? Is this right? We were ready to fight to the death, why has the Young Master surrendered first?

"Wait? My Lord, what did you just say?"

"Young Master Doudou wants to be a God of Kindness? Did I hear that wrong, or did you misspeak?"

Although Asura God really didn't want to admit it, it was the truth. "Sigh, that's right, you didn't hear wrong. That is indeed what Doudou is thinking."

This statement hit like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky. All the gods were stunned.

"That's not right, is it? Is it just because Young Master Doudou is still young?"

"I can tell just by hearing it that Young Master Doudou has been swindled by those Gods of Kindness. Damnable! How outrageous, to dare to stir up trouble right under our noses! It's obviously the work of the Sea God Tang San!"

"My Lord, fellow gods, I feel the faction of kindness is too arrogant! To actually bewitch Young Master Doudou—I, Fallen Male God, for the sake of the big picture, ask for your Lordship's approval to let me challenge the Sea God to a duel!"

"Pfft... Hahahaha!"

"You're killing me, can you even beat him?"

"Exactly, someone come over, sprinkle some urine on him so he can take a look at his own reflection. Otherwise, he'll get caught in the Blue Silver Entanglement and the Lord will have to go save him."

In an instant, the gods below erupted into roars of laughter, their discussions rising and falling. Yet, for the moment, no one could offer a definitive answer. After all, this was a matter concerning the succession of a God King.

Asura God looked at the chaotic scene below, which resembled a vegetable market, and couldn't help but furrow his brows.

Just then, a deity fanning himself with a feather fan stepped forward: "My Lord, I have a scheme."

Seeing this man, Asura God felt his anger flare up instantly and hurriedly waved his hands to signal the other gods: "Quick, stop him! Tear his mouth apart; he's about to use a scheme!"

The gods moved in one after another; some grabbed his legs, some throttled his neck, and others were truly preparing to tear his mouth open.

However, that deity with the feather fan managed to push through the crowd and rush right in front of Asura God: "My Lord! My Lord, wait, My Lord! I still have words to say."

Seeing his face, Asura God gnashed his teeth in hatred: "Hurry up and put away your little schemes. I haven't even settled the score with you for what happened last time!"

It was all because of this damned God of Trickery; he had gotten drunk that night and was forced to marry and have a child with the Rakshasa God.

His lifelong reputation as the Asura God had been ruined just like that.

Damn it.

The God of Trickery immediately knelt down, his voice trembling: "My Lord! How could you think of me like that? I would go through fire and water for you!"

Asura God sighed; he was too sentimental for his own good: "Sigh... fine, fine. Speak, what is your scheme this time?"

God of Trickery: "My Lord! Since Doudou has become the God of Kindness, why don't we wait until his martial soul awakens in a few days and then send Doudou to the Douluo Continent?"

Asura God looked puzzled: "Oh? And why is that?"

"Because on the Douluo Continent, even blood brothers will turn into enemies over a single spirit bone, not to mention the nobility enslaving commoners, trafficking slaves, and exploiting the lower classes."

"As long as Young Master Doudou witnesses the baseness and cruelty of the mortal world, he will surely awaken his true nature as our God of Evil Thoughts... slaughter!"

After finishing, the God of Trickery let out a sinister, cackling laugh.

Asura God's eyes lit up, and he grinned with a wicked smile: "You, you always manage to come up with new tricks for me!"

"My Lord, I am willing to sever my godhood, descend to the mortal realm to accompany the Young Master, and serve as his guardian!"

The God of Trickery knelt on one knee, his tone solemn and his gaze as determined as a true believer.

He was essentially saying: I want to advance my career so badly!

A mere second-rank god position? I don't need it!

Seeing this, the gods nearby suddenly grew anxious.

You thick-browed, big-eyed God of Trickery, who would have thought you were this kind of person? You can't play like that.

You're trying to get ahead without bringing me along, right?

"My Lord, I can also serve as the guardian!"

"My Lord, choose me, choose me! I have great strength!"

The gods spoke up one after another, fearing they would miss this opportunity.

After all, everyone knew that accompanying Young Master Doudou as he grew up meant becoming a founding minister of the new order in the future.

Perhaps there would even be a chance to advance further.

Seeing the gods so enthusiastic, Asura God found himself in a dilemma.

Who should he choose?

Choosing a first-rank god would be too easy to expose; after all, there were too few first-rank gods in the God Realm, and it would be easy for anyone to be discovered if they disappeared for a few days.

As for second-rank or third-rank gods... even if they suppressed their strength to descend, they might not necessarily be able to defeat some of the peerless geniuses who hadn't even become gods yet.

In the corner of the great hall, a stunningly beautiful woman sighed and silently turned away.

Because she knew it wouldn't be her turn.

And she was none other than Bibi Dong.

The supreme existence who had once been just one step away from becoming the Rakshasa God.

After the great battle at Jialing Pass was called to a halt by the gods.

Bibi Dong had shed her former glory and brilliance.

Now, without even a godhood, she could only rely on the protection of Qian Renxue.

Living as a bottom-feeder in the God Realm, struggling to survive...