You're All My Good Sisters

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Being the one who moved the pieces was endlessly satisfying; but if one became a chess piece, no matter what, it would feel stifling and unpleasant.

All along, Wang Zhao had looked down upon the entire Douluo World from the perspective of an "all-seeing god" and an "outsider."

No matter how cautious he was by nature, it was difficult for him to completely discard the awareness of being a transmigrator. The reason was simple: he knew the affairs of past and present, and everything had always gone as he expected.

That was why he had been able to begin planning his entire life so early, and why ninety-eight percent of every step in his plan would not go wrong, even in this supposedly real world.

He had been extremely confident in that.

But what if...

An unforeseen variable beyond his expectations had appeared in this world long ago?

If Wang Zhao's story was also a novel, did its plot necessarily begin the moment he awakened his martial soul?

Not necessarily.

And so, at that moment, he could no longer remain calm...

The very matter of having transmigrated to the Douluo Continent was actually a question he had always avoided.

Yet this line of thought forced him to take the matter seriously once more.

"But is there any use in taking it seriously now?"

Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, Wang Zhao could not help refuting himself inwardly.

He was only a level fourteen Soul Master.

What could he do?

Rather than dwell on such vague, intangible matters, he might as well focus on increasing his strength first.

With that in mind.

Feeling the Soul Power that truly existed within his body, he could not be bothered to think so much anymore.

That said, Wang Zhao's plans did not become empty because of it. Instead, he continued considering how to alter his future strategies. Otherwise, he really would be acting like an idiot.

For example, the philosophy and theology of his previous life were merely meant to help people come to terms with life. That was all. If one overthought things, even Buddha would say one was "fixated on appearances," stubbornly clinging to delusion!

He still had to do what needed to be done~

After choosing to temporarily stop considering the secrets of his transmigration, Wang Zhao continued thinking.

Suppose the entire Douluo World was a story and legend woven by the gods.

Originally, it was the story of a selfless, pure, righteous Asura God who rose to greatness, ultimately judging the evil Rakshasa God and the Angel God whose ideals differed from his own.

Then, the new Asura God and all his companions ascended to godhood, journeyed together to the God Realm, and lived happily ever after.

Leaving behind only the legendary tale of the Seven Monsters in the mortal world.

Then from now on...

Or perhaps even from a distant time in the past, the story had changed—

Could the Rakshasa God have abandoned Bibi Dong for some reason?!

Wang Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up. He felt that he had found the key point—no, the blind spot.

Though Wang Zhao and Bibi Dong both had their own thoughts and had considered so much, only a short time had actually passed in reality.

At this moment, Bibi Dong quietly leaned closer to Wang Zhao again, placing one hand atop his little head. Narrowing her eyes with a hint of suspicion, she asked, "Kid, how did you come up with all that?"

Naturally, she meant his thoughts regarding the possibility of the "Saintess" inheriting the position of Pope.

Was that something he could think of, something he should have been able to think of?

"Hehe, Sister Dong'er, you know I only want to focus on reading and cultivating."

Wang Zhao scratched his head and smiled.

"But if you run into too many troubles, I'll be troubled too."

He knew very well that, for the sake of this test, his image as an "innocent child with a bit of cleverness" seemed to have cracked somewhat.

But he did not regret it. The result of his probing had made this real Douluo World clearer in his mind, so it had been worth it.

He only hoped Bibi Dong would not press him step by step and make things too difficult for him.

Who would have thought...

"Y-you, what do you mean? What does it have to do with you if I run into trouble?"

Bibi Dong looked slightly embarrassed.

Wang Zhao: "???"

Woman, what are you thinking?

He recalled what he had just said and only then realized that it sounded a tiny bit ambiguous.

After all, he was not some dense blockhead. Seeing Bibi Dong like this, he quickly figured out why...

Yeah, right.

Hey! Look carefully, will you? The one standing in front of you was a seven-year-old brat!

Even a love-struck fool should not be this love-struck, should they?

Bibi Dong's mood was somewhat strange as well.

Of course, she was not blind. She could clearly see that Wang Zhao was just a little brat.

It was only that...

After Wang Zhao expressed that he merely wanted to focus on reading, yet was still willing to share her burdens with her...

Wang Zhao seemed to gain a filter in her eyes.

It was fortunate Wang Zhao did not know what Bibi Dong was thinking. Otherwise, he would definitely have known its name:

The Xiao Gang filter.

Or perhaps...

The Grandmaster filter!

Of course, compared with a certain Great Master in reality, this was a beautiful fantasy—an enhanced version.

This hopelessly foolish woman!

"Because you're my teacher, my Sister Dong'er."

Even so, Wang Zhao still spoke warmly with a cheerful smile.

There was no other reason. Though Bibi Dong's love-struck brain was worth mocking, that did not mean she was not worth liking.

Who would truly dislike someone hopelessly in love?

It was only because the object of their affection was not oneself.

At that moment, a bold thought suddenly flashed through Wang Zhao's mind.

But he quickly suppressed it.

Although Bibi Dong, who had not yet become the Pope of Spirit Hall, seemed incredibly easy to fool in his eyes—easy enough that he could trick her into having five children without any problem...

He would not do that.

Because that would be far too lacking in principles.

It was not that he was putting on airs. Bibi Dong was his benefactor, after all. Without Bibi Dong, there would be no him as he was now.

Even if he had any ideas, he could wait until later.

Besides, Wang Zhao was truly just a little peanut right now. There was nothing he could do!

"Dong'er... Sister..."

At that moment, Bibi Dong murmured, then could not help letting out a soft laugh.

"What if I told you that my name isn't Wang Dong'er, but Bibi Dong..."

"They both have 'Dong' in them, so you're still my Sister Dong'er!"

As he spoke, Wang Zhao noticed the woman who had remained quiet all this time and added, "And Sister Die..."

"You're both my good sisters!"

"Pfft~"

Hearing that, even Die, as reserved as she was, could not help laughing aloud.

Bibi Dong was the same.

But when she saw Die's expression, which seemed like it was about to return to seriousness, Bibi Dong suddenly reached out and wrapped an arm around her snowy neck. Their delicate bodies pressed together as she began whispering teasing words.

Die's cheeks flushed red from time to time, and her movements gradually became flustered. She looked adorably at a loss.

This made Wang Zhao, standing alone at the side, stare blankly as he thought:

What are you two doing?

This is outrageous!

If you've got the guts, come at me instead!