God Realm Workplace Bullying: Why Does the God of Evil Always Want to Break Me?

Bibi Dong froze. "Patience?"

"Exactly."

Nan Feng crossed his little legs and began explaining with a serious expression. "Humans are naturally impatient creatures who crave quick results. No matter how much you cultivate your character or how calm your mindset is, you can't escape that instinctive anxiety toward the unknown and the outcome buried deep in your bones."

"But spiders are different!"

"Weaving a perfect web requires time and patience. Lurking in the shadows and waiting for prey to come to you requires patience. After prey hits the web, suppressing your killing intent and quietly waiting for it to struggle itself to death and completely lose the ability to resist requires even more patience."

"Even if only a fallen leaf lands on the web, a true hunter won't rashly expose itself."

"Besides, to ensure the trap remains deadly, a spiderweb practically has to be torn down and rebuilt every day."

"This kind of dull, tedious, repetitive labor day after day requires terrifying willpower."

"Spiders are creatures born with patience etched into their genes and woven into their survival instincts."

Nan Feng pointed at himself. "Because I've been deeply assimilated by the Twin Spider Emperor Martial Soul, my patience is ridiculously good! My concentration during cultivation is even more frightening!"

"No matter how boring, tedious, or painful something is, I can keep doing it for a long time with an absolutely calm heart."

"Even if I fail again and again, my mindset won't be affected in the slightest. At worst, I'll just weave the web again from the beginning."

At that point, Nan Feng's expression suddenly collapsed.

"Of course, that was also why I suffered torment beyond anything ordinary people could imagine during the Godly Trial."

Bibi Dong became even more confused. "Torment?"

"Exactly!"

Nan Feng helplessly held his forehead, gritting his teeth.

"That old bastard, the God of Evil, is an utterly shameless, completely bottomless, sinister, and despicable god!"

"Little Dongdong, tell me, in your mind, isn't a Godly Trial something extremely sacred and serious?"

Bibi Dong nodded without hesitation. "Of course."

"That's what I thought at first too."

Nan Feng's eye twitched violently. "But that old thief, the God of Evil, taught me a vivid and painful lesson!"

"I won't go into detail about the bizarre Godly Trials I went through before. They'd bring nothing but tears. Let me give you an easy-to-understand example instead!"

Nan Feng stood up and gestured angrily on the bed.

"Suppose the Godly Trial requires you to take part in a running race. You're the only person on the track, and the only requirement to pass is reaching the finish line within the allotted time."

"When you hear that, wouldn't you instinctively assume it's a normal test of speed and explosive power?"

Following his line of thought, Bibi Dong asked with a strange expression, "Isn't it...?"

"Like hell it is!"

Nan Feng's face darkened. "Let me tell you what tricks that old rogue can pull with a supposedly serious trial!"

"First, the time limit will definitely be absurdly strict—so strict that you have to squeeze out every last trace of Soul Power in your body and go all out just to barely meet the requirement!"

"But! If you really risk your life and make it... congratulations, that old thief will smilingly tell you that the trial actually has a hidden supplementary clause."

"The rules have changed. You can't run forward. You have to run backward!"

Bibi Dong's eye twitched hard. "Run backward?"

"Exactly! Once you've fallen until your face is bruised and swollen and finally mastered running backward, he'll smack his forehead and say, 'Oh dear, I forgot to mention it. You have to run with all four limbs tied up!'"

The more Nan Feng spoke, the more he broke down. "If you can still pass with your hands and feet tied up, he'll shamelessly add another rule: you can't run anymore—you have to lie on the ground and roll your way there!"

"If you can even roll there in time, he'll brazenly say, 'The track wasn't prepared properly just now. It should actually be full of traps, poison spikes, and mountains of blades and seas of fire!'"

"Then all kinds of bottomless torment come one after another! He wears the exact face of a rogue who never intended to let you pass in the first place!"

Bibi Dong listened in stunned disbelief, her expression strange.

"A god's trial... can really be that excessive?"

"How else do you think I got tortured through the past few decades?"

Nan Feng grabbed his hair in despair. "That guy truly has no shame at all for a God King!"

Bibi Dong was somewhat puzzled. "Why did he target you like this? And didn't you say you'd already endured the first seven trials?"

"Why? Because he's a complete sick freak!"

Nan Feng rolled his eyes dramatically. "Of course, that old thief came up with a perfectly grand excuse—for the sake of uncovering the inheritor's true limits."

"He kept finding new ways to torment me because he wanted to see just how tough my life was and exactly how far I could go."

"So with every trial, he nitpicked and pursued perfection!"

"Only when he truly couldn't think of any new tricks, or when even he felt the rules had become too ridiculous to add anything else, would he reluctantly count it as a pass!"

"During the first five trials, I actually believed that bastard's nonsense and risked my life challenging my limits every time."

"By the sixth trial, that bastard was still desperately trying to destroy my mindset!"

"In the end, even the God of Goodness couldn't stand watching anymore and secretly sent down a strand of Divine Sense to tell me the truth—the God of Evil had been doing it on purpose!"

Nan Feng took a deep breath, his eyes becoming incomparably aggrieved.

"Because he discovered that my patience was astonishingly good, he wanted to see exactly what it would take to completely break me and make me collapse!"

"So the better I performed in the trials, the more excessive his rules became! The more outstanding I was, the more perverse and impossible the test questions became!"

"But as long as I couldn't hold on and my mentality collapsed because of him, then I'd be completely finished."

Nan Feng sneered. "Because the Evil God King's Godly Trial was never designed for anyone to pass from the very beginning!"

"In other words, if I wanted to complete this damned Godly Trial, I had to use absolute strength and resolve to force that God of Evil into helplessness, make him completely acknowledge my ability, and make him admit from the bottom of his heart—I was more qualified than him, the current God of Evil, to wield evil!"

"Otherwise, the torment of the Godly Trial would keep looping endlessly without any limit."

"This is the God Realm's most vile and shameless God King—the God of Evil in every sense of the word!"

The next morning.

Nan Feng got out of bed early and wandered into the rear garden of the Saintess Palace to bask in the sun.

After surviving for decades in the sunless Hell Road, the long-lost sunlight made him somewhat nostalgic.

After finding a spot with excellent sunlight, Nan Feng raised his pale little hand.

"Whoosh—"

Soul Power flowed from his fingertips, and strands of crystalline, tough grayish-white Spider Silk shot out, skillfully weaving themselves between two trees.

His Spider Silk was impervious to blades, spears, water, and fire. Even the close-fitting clothes he wore had been woven from silk he had spun himself.

Having grown accustomed to this stuff, he couldn't even be bothered with those expensive silks and satins outside.

They were poor quality and uncomfortable. How could they compare to natural Spider Silk?

Just as Nan Feng hummed a little tune and leisurely wove a hammock, two presences silently landed at the edge of the garden.

Qian Xunji had brought Qian Renxue with him.

How terrifying were the senses of an Ultimate Douluo?

Even if they deliberately concealed their auras, Nan Feng could still count how many times a mosquito flapped its wings if it flew inside.

However, he was now a "harmless six-year-old orphan," so naturally, he had to pretend to be deaf and blind and keep sticking his butt out as he wove his web.

From far away, Qian Renxue stared at the busy figure beneath the sunlight. Her little hand tightly gripped the corner of her clothes, and her voice carried a strong note of jealousy.

"That's the person Mother brought back? The little brother she specifically acknowledged?"

Qian Xunji stood beside her, his gaze profound. "He shares the same Martial Soul origin as your mother, and he also has Innate Full Soul Power. I sensed him already. His Soul Power is currently at level twelve."

"Only level twelve." Qian Renxue proudly raised her snow-white little chin, her face filled with disdain. "I'm about to break through to Soul Elder."

Looking at his daughter's stubborn appearance, Qian Xunji patiently dangled the bait. "Your mother cares about him greatly now. Xue'er, if you want your mother to like you, perhaps you can start with him."

Qian Renxue frowned slightly, somewhat resistant. "Start with him?"

"Yes."

A calculating glint flashed through Qian Xunji's eyes. "Think about it. If you become friends with him, you'll be able to come to the Saintess Palace openly and properly to play with him in the future. Since your mother cares about him so much, she definitely won't drive you away in front of him. Wouldn't that mean you could see your mother every day?"

Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, and her original hostility instantly wavered.

"R-Really?"

"Of course." Qian Xunji smiled faintly.

So she could see Mother more often...

Qian Renxue took a deep breath and tried hard to put on a stern little face, adopting a haughty, tsundere expression.

"Fine! I'll reluctantly go introduce myself to him."