Such a solemn certification ceremony, the Three-Eye Dao Assessment, was the supreme moment countless Monarchs dreamed of.
Yet Evil Eye still opened with something ridiculous.
But before Di Nian could rebuke him inwardly, Evil Eye continued his defense in all seriousness:
"What you want is a name that can carry your obsession and proclaim the road ahead. I thought it over, and nothing fits better than 'Bully.'" Di Nian was about to object.
But Evil Eye went on at his own pace:
"Don't think it's a joke. Sure, the Players first gave you that name offhand, but it followed you from a lone Evil Spirit at the very bottom of Monster World, all the way to your position as Monarch today."
"According to the Players' dictionary, those two characters aren't purely derogatory."
"'Evil' means being ruthless toward enemies and refusing to be tamed by rules. 'Tyrant' means wielding supremacy and commanding the cutting edge of the road ahead. Together, they suggest an Evil Beast blocking the way... so viciousness, brutality, dominance, defiance... every quality that fits your path is encompassed in it. I think the Players have a real talent for naming." He paused, then urged him on:
"Others follow the rules and go with the current. You run rampant, a Monarch against the tide. How is that an insult? It's clearly the title that best fits your entire life." The three Archaic Divine Eyes hung silently in the void, waiting for Di Nian's final choice of name, unaware of the pair's bantering argument on the consciousness level. Something stirred in Di Nian's heart.
After Evil Eye unpacked it layer by layer, the name he had considered crude and mocking somehow gained a weight that fit his destiny.
Looking back over the past century, he had gone from an insignificant