Fate Is False: The Gods' Man-Made Prodigy Scam

The Blood-Red Sky Screen hung high without dispersing, its cold crimson light mercilessly shrouding the entire Douluo Continent.

The cruel truth that humans and beasts shared the same origin and all races were one family had just shattered everyone's worldview. Countless living beings were still immersed in the overwhelming fury and sorrow of having been deceived for ages.

At last, everyone understood that the racial blood feud that had endured for millions of years was nothing more than a despicable method the Divine Realm used to harvest Origin and provoke mutual slaughter.

Yet the Sky Screen did not stop. A new, deeper, and even more worldview-shattering dark secret was broadcast without reservation before the countless eyes across the continent.

[The sixth ultimate plane scam: There is no fate in this world, and no heavenly prodigies.]

[All peerless geniuses, children of fortune, and chosen ones were merely pawns artificially selected, deliberately cultivated, and tailored to a script by the Divine Realm.]

[So-called inborn pride, peerless talent, and unparalleled opportunities were all traps arranged in advance by the gods.]

Cold, blood-red subtitles crashed down line by line between heaven and earth. Dense crimson comments flooded the screen madly, and the entire sky trembled violently.

[So there were never any children of fate! They were all tools raised by the gods!]

[The geniuses I worshipped all my life were just actors following a script?]

[Every powerhouse in Douluo was a puppet chosen by the Divine Realm!]

[Tang San was not chosen by fate. He was the best sacrifice carefully selected by the gods!]

[How ridiculous. The prodigies we revered for millions of years were merely livestock raised by others.]

Since ancient times, all beings of Douluo had firmly believed this.

The strong were born extraordinary, heavenly prodigies came with fortune, and the birth of geniuses brought heavenly phenomena.

Ordinary people accepted their humble lot, geniuses naturally rose to the top, and children of fate were destined to become gods.

Everyone had taken these rules for granted. No one had ever doubted whether they were real.

Until the Sky Screen unveiled the river of ancient time and replayed the truth of countless ages.

After taking control of Douluo, the Divine Realm had not allowed living beings to grow naturally.

It had established a harsh, secretive, and cold system for selecting heavenly prodigies.

From among countless newborns, it chose children with compatible bloodlines, selfish natures, easy-to-control temperaments, and extreme ambition.

It secretly infused them with talent, altered their Innate Soul Power, forcibly changed the quality of their martial souls, and planted the seeds of future opportunities beforehand.

An innate useless martial soul could be changed into a supreme martial soul through divine will;

Low Innate Soul Power could be forcibly raised to its maximum by the gods;

An ordinary person could become a peerless genius revered by all overnight.

The Divine Realm did not cultivate kind people, nor did it favor those who upheld justice.

It selected only ambitious people who were selfish, self-serving, cold-blooded, and willing to climb upward at any cost.

Because only such heavenly prodigies would stop at nothing for power.

Only they would slaughter their own kind, betray their companions, disregard all living beings, and attach themselves to the gods.

Only they would willingly become the Divine Realm's claws and madly harvest the continent's Origin.

Ordinary living beings could cultivate bitterly for a lifetime and still fail to advance an inch.

Man-made prodigies encountered endless opportunities, found adventures everywhere, received cheat after cheat, and crushed all opposition along the way.

It was not because they were uniquely favored by heaven.

It was simply because the gods had cleared the way for them from behind the scenes.

The Clear Sky Sect had always taken pride in the Clear Sky Divine Bone, and the world believed the Haotian lineage was born full of heavenly prodigies.

The Sky Screen bluntly revealed the truth: the Haotian bloodline had originally been an ordinary mortal bloodline. The Divine Realm deliberately bestowed it with a Divine Mark, artificially elevated its noble status, and made the Haotian family loyal to the Divine Realm for generations, suppressing forces of resistance across the continent.

Spirit Hall had inherited its legacy for a thousand years, and the Angel God lineage had remained unmatched generation after generation.

The truth was even more glaring: the Angel God bloodline was a servant bloodline of the gods directly bestowed by the Divine Realm. They were brainwashed from birth, loyal to the gods from birth, and served as the Divine Realm's watchdogs for generations, suppressing every local powerhouse who resisted the scam.

Sea God Island possessed a sacred inheritance lasting ten thousand years, and the sea regions' lineage seemed uniquely blessed.

In reality, the Sea God Lineage was a hub for oceanic prodigies specifically cultivated by the Divine Realm. It permanently sealed away the truth of the seas, preventing the Sea Clan from learning that all races shared the same origin and isolating them from unity with the continent.

Even the countless reclusive geniuses, sect elites, and rare talents who appeared once in a century across the continent—

Without exception, they were all man-made heavenly prodigies created by the Divine Realm according to its script.

Throughout the entire Douluo Continent, there had never been a single person truly born with fate.

All the powerful figures who basked in endless glory were merely pieces the gods used to toy with the world.

Tang Chen stood atop the mountains, his aged body trembling violently.

All his life, he had revered talent, respected heavenly prodigies, and believed in the destiny of martial cultivation.

He had cultivated bitterly for a hundred years, believing that he followed the Heavenly Dao and pursued the pinnacle of martial arts.

Only now did he suddenly understand.

The Clear Sky Sect's talent was not an ancient inheritance. It was a reward bestowed by the gods.

The peak he had reached in his life was merely a height permitted by the Divine Realm.

"After exhausting my entire life, I was still living in a cage drawn by the gods."

"So-called top powerhouses are merely slightly more qualified puppets."

Bo Saixi gazed at the endless blue sea, her heart filled with icy despair.

The Sea God Inheritance, the talents of the sea regions, and the innate ability to control water were all shackles imposed by the Divine Realm.

Sea God Island's faith and pride of millions of years were nothing more than a long-running scam.

Bibi Dong was cloaked in black, and the chill around her had reached a bone-piercing extreme.

She possessed peerless talent and Twin Martial Souls of the highest grade. The world called her a demonic prodigy unseen in ten thousand years.

But the Sky Screen exposed the truth without restraint:

Her Twin Martial Souls were not a gift from heaven, but a deliberate alteration by the Divine Realm.

The Divine Realm had intentionally given her heaven-defying talent, made her endure endless suffering, and twisted her heart into darkness.

It had made her ignite war across the continent, intensify the conflict between humans and beasts, and madly consume the Douluo Origin.

The tragedy of her life, her love and hatred, and all her struggles—

From beginning to end, they had been a script painstakingly written by the gods.

In the Star Dou Great Forest, Di Tian raised his head and roared, boundless grief and fury shaking the mountains and woods.

The rare ferocious beast prodigies among Soul Beasts and supreme bloodlines that had lived for a million years—

They too had been born through the Divine Realm's artificial intervention. Their limits were restricted, curses planted within them, making the ferocious beasts powerful yet unable to unite, forever hunted by humans and forever consumed by internal strife.

Across the entire continent, the faith of every powerhouse collapsed at once.

The geniuses revered by the world were puppets.

The powerhouses feared by the world were tools.

The fate admired by the world was a lie.

The Sky Screen's view suddenly zoomed in, locking firmly onto a remote Barren Mountain.

In the Land of Eternal Sealing, Tang San curled up amid the jagged rocks in utter misery.

The Sky Screen showed no mercy as it publicly broadcast the entire process of the scam behind his life as a heavenly prodigy.

Innate Full Soul Power, Twin Martial Souls, an External Soul Bone, Icefire Immortal Herbs, the Sea God's Nine Trials, the Asura Inheritance, fighting above his level, and escaping danger at every turn.

Not one of them had been born from luck, and not one had come from his own talent.

The opportunity of the Man Faced Demon Spider had been planted in advance by the Divine Realm;

The adventure at the Icefire Yin Yang Well had been deliberately guided by the Divine Realm;

Every time he survived certain death, the gods had acted in secret;

Every time he killed an enemy above his level, it had been cheating through the empowerment of divine will.

He was not the child of fate rarely seen in ten thousand years of Douluo.

He was the ultimate man-made heavenly prodigy the Divine Realm had created over countless ages: the most perfect, most obedient one, who slaughtered the most of his own kind and betrayed the continent most completely.

The Divine Realm had exhausted all its resources to cultivate him, indulged his plundering, shielded his evil deeds, and supported his ascension to godhood.

All so that, after reaching the summit, he could completely control Douluo and offer up the entire Plane Origin without compensation.

Once the Divine Realm was destroyed and he lost his value, he was immediately abandoned by the Heavenly Dao, permanently imprisoned in the Barren Mountain to atone alone.

When useful, he had been the center of all attention. When useless, he was discarded like worn-out shoes.

Tang San stared blankly at his false life displayed on the Sky Screen. His soul writhed in agonizing pain, and even breathing became incomparably difficult.

He had always been proud of his unmatched talent, proud of his invincible fortune, and contemptuous of ordinary living beings.

In the end, he was not even equal to an ordinary person.

At least ordinary people were born free and were not controlled by a script.

But he had been arranged his whole life, deceived his whole life, committed evil his whole life, and borne endless sins his whole life.

There was no one in the world more laughable than him.

Crimson comments filled the skies, brimming with mockery, fury, and cold disappointment.

[Tang San was an artificially made top-tier puppet after all.]

[Others were chess pieces, but he was the trump card, specially made to ruin the entire continent.]

[Every opportunity was spoon-fed to him. All his strength was a scam.]

[No wonder he had no bottom line. He never had a life of his own to begin with.]

[The tragedy of Douluo across countless ages was driven by this group of man-made prodigies.]

Above the sea of clouds, Li Xuan stood in white robes, cold and detached as he looked down upon all living beings.

The system panel flickered coldly, clearly marking the full scope of the scam.

[The heavenly prodigy scam has been completely exposed]

[All six plane scams of the Divine Realm have been made public]

[Douluo's native rules are gradually being unsealed, and the god-made scripts have been completely invalidated]

[From this day onward, there will be no more man-made fate and no more god-made prodigies]

[The destinies of all living beings will be entirely controlled by themselves]

There was no warm consolation and no blessing for a prosperous age.

Only the cold, cruel truth was branded deep into every living being's soul.

From this day onward, Douluo would no longer have anyone born into nobility.

There would be no opportunities falling from heaven, no favored children of fate, and no script-backed blessings.

Strength and weakness would not depend on bloodlines, status would not depend on talent, and the future would not depend on the gods.

Mortals could defy heaven, mediocrities could become strong, and everything would depend solely on one's own heart and sweat.

The Blood-Red Sky Screen's light slightly withdrew, and a line of scarlet prophecy was fiercely branded across the heavens.

[Next chapter: The script shatters, and a chaotic era without rules descends!]

[The gods fall, the Heavenly Dao's restraints vanish, and the continent is about to face unprecedented turmoil!]

The end of the old scam did not mean peace had arrived.

With the restraints of divine order gone, Douluo's true trial had only just begun.