"Being a chess player is only your ticket into this game. You are a chess player, but so are others!"
"Schemes laid across countless ages, calculations ordained by Heaven—they are everywhere."
"A heaven-shaking game, a purple-ranked chess player, only just entering the board."
"How could you outcalculate Heaven and Earth, born with the fates of all living beings already plotted? How could you outmaneuver that supreme Immortal for whom [one Immortal rises, all things fall]?"
"There are even..."
Chen Fan froze. The warning from [I Am the Chess Player] seemed to still echo through his mind.
How could he fail to understand what [I Am the Chess Player] meant?
At that moment, all his previous doubts about the eighth simulation suddenly unraveled.
Why had the Simulated Clone still perished in the end, despite acquiring the [I Am the Chess Player] talent in the eighth simulation and laying out all those plans?
Gain the [Dream Master] divine ability, evade certain-death karma, travel five hundred years into the future, witness the world's destruction, inherit the Dream Master's karma, save the True Realm from annihilation, and perish under karmic punishment!
"It was all calculated!"
He murmured, shock, disbelief, and despair written across his face.
"Heaven and Earth calculated everything!"
"It is the greatest chess player of all!"
His expression instantly turned utterly grim.
Of course, he understood the meaning of the resounding voice the [I Am the Chess Player] talent had just released.
The [I Am the Chess Player] talent's Level was too low! It was only a purple talent!
"Damn it!"
He inwardly cursed. He should have noticed long ago!
For instance, whenever he had used the Eye of True Sight to inspect Chen Qingyan's profile, he had clearly seen it every time.
Among the other man's entries was:
``` [Chess Player]