"Since you're already here, don't be in such a hurry to leave." The Demon Emperor looked at Wang Fugui with a kindly expression, speaking as naturally as though he were chatting with one of his own juniors. "It has been a long time since I met a child as interesting as you. Do you know how to play chess?"
"This... I know a little." Wang Fugui glanced at his expression and replied calmly and politely, "If Your Majesty is interested, this outsider can accompany you for a couple of games."
"Not interested." The Demon Emperor shook his head. "I've never been able to sit still. I hate chess the most, and I can't stand those people who stare at a chessboard and put on airs like they're unfathomably profound."
Wang Fugui was speechless.
Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, if you don't like chess, why bring it up? Were you amusing yourself at my expense?
"That old fellow Yongxi liked chess. He even said chess was like the world—there were arrangements, calculations, strategies, slaughter, and sacrifice." With his hands behind his back, the Demon Emperor spoke with a touch of mockery amid his nostalgia. "He made it sound so convincing, yet in the end, wasn't he still trapped in that tiny corner of Yan Kingdom, spending his whole life despondent? Meanwhile, I have already taken command of the Demon Dynasty, turning my hand to make clouds and overturning it to make rain."
"In my view, the most important thing is having a hard enough fist. As they say, 'One force breaks ten thousand laws.' Any scheme or trickery is empty illusion before absolute strength. Fugui, do you agree?"
"Your Majesty has Your Majesty's understanding and vision. After all, you are one of the current ceilings of human combat power. Whoever dares