No matter who it was, there would always be things they hesitated over before acting.
Anxing feared the terrifying strength of the Gods. The gods of every faction feared that taking things too seriously would cost them their bargaining chips with the Immortal King. Little Henchman hesitated too—he worried that if he struck too hard and defeated the Immortal King, he might make the Immortal King unhappy and bring trouble upon himself.
Life was a one-way journey. Everything one experienced was like a speeding train. Once missed, one could only get off at the next-best stop.
"You had your concerns. You failed to place your black piece where it belonged at the most suitable moment."
"Defeating me was not your original goal. You should have carried your convictions through to the end. If you cannot do that, you will never accomplish what you truly want to do."
"How can you have so many goals in one lifetime? It would already be good enough to achieve a few of them."
The Immortal King lectured Little Henchman as he played chess with him.
As he watched the situation on the board gradually turn in the Immortal King's favor, he became increasingly anxious.
Everything the Immortal King said was right.
His identity and status had indeed greatly influenced the course of this chess game, but who could say that the Immortal King's identity and status were not part of his strength?
Piece after piece fell. The Immortal King's advantage on the board continued to grow.
In the end, the Immortal King successfully captured all of Little Henchman's pieces, until there was no longer anywhere on the entire board for a black piece to land.
Little Henchman had lost. He had lost completely, leaving nothing behind.
Just minutes earlier, the Immortal King had been