Becoming a chess player is an endless source of joy; but if one is a chess piece, one will always feel suppressed and uncomfortable.
All along, Wang Zhao had been overlooking the entire Douluo World from a “God’s perspective” and as an “outsider.” Even if he was naturally cautious, it was difficult for him to completely eliminate the consciousness of being a Transmigrator.
The reason was simple: he knew everything from ancient times to the present, and everything had always gone as he expected.
It was precisely because of this that he was able to plan his entire life very early, and every step of his plan would 98% not encounter any accidents in this real World.
He was very confident about this.
But what if… What if an unexpected event, one that he could not foresee, had already occurred in this World earlier?
If Wang Zhao’s story was also a novel, would the plot necessarily begin the moment he underwent Spirit Awakening?
That’s not certain.
Therefore, at this moment, he could no longer remain calm… The matter of Transmigrating to Douluo Continent itself was a question he had always avoided.
However, this current line of thought forced him to re-emphasize this issue.
“But is it really useful to focus on this now?” Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, Wang Zhao couldn’t help but retort to himself in his mind.
He was only a level 14 Spirit Master.
What could he do?
It would be better not to think about such ethereal things for now and focus on improving his strength first.
Thus.
Feeling the genuine spirit power within his body, he was too lazy to think so much anymore.
However, having said that, Wang Zhao’s schemes in his mind did not become empty because of this.
Instead, he continued to ponder changes to his future strategies, as it would be foolish to do otherwise.
For example, the so-called philosophy and theology of his previous life were merely to help people come to terms with life, nothing more.
Otherwise, if you thought too much, even Buddha would say you were “attached to appearances” and stubbornly misguided!
Do what you need to do~ Wang Zhao thought next, after choosing to temporarily not consider the secrets of his Transmigration.
Suppose the entire Douluo World was a story and legend woven by the Divinities.
Originally, the story was about a selfless, pure, and righteous Asura God who grew up to finally judge the evil Rakshasa God and the Angel God, whose ideals did not align with his.
Subsequently, the new Asura God and all his companions achieved the position of Divinity, went to the God Realm, and enjoyed eternal happiness.
Only a beautiful legend of the “Seven Monsters” was left in the mortal World.
Then from now on… It’s even very likely that from the distant past, the story changed— Is it possible that the Rakshasa God, for some reason, abandoned Bibi Dong?!
Wang Zhao’s eyes suddenly lit up, feeling that he had discovered a key point, oh no, a blind spot.
… Although Wang Zhao and Bibi Dong both had their own thoughts and pondered so much, in reality, only a short period of silence had passed.
At this moment, Bibi Dong quietly leaned closer to Wang Zhao, placing a hand on his small head, while narrowing her eyes and asking with a hint of doubt: “You little brat, how did you come up with so much?” She was naturally referring to this convenient student’s views on the Holy Maiden Your Highness possibly inheriting the position of Supreme Pontiff.
Was this something he could and should have thought of?
“Hehe, Dong’er Jie Jie, you know, I just want to focus on reading and Cultivating.” Wang Zhao scratched his head and smiled, saying.
“But if you encounter too many troublesome things, I will also be very distressed.” He knew very well that for this test, his persona of a “naive child with a bit of cleverness” seemed to have collapsed a bit.
But he did not regret it, because the results of the test made this real Douluo World clearer in his mind, so it was worth it.
He just hoped that Bibi Dong wouldn’t press him too hard and make things too difficult for him.
Who knew… “You, what do you mean?
What does my trouble have to do with you?” Bibi Dong said with a slightly embarrassed expression.
Wang Zhao: “???” Woman, what are you thinking?
He recalled what he had just said and then realized that the meaning expressed in his words seemed a little ambiguous.
After all, he wasn’t some steel-straight man.
Looking at Bibi Dong’s appearance, he quickly understood the reason… Just kidding.
Hey!
Look closely, look clearly, the one standing in front of you is a seven-year-old kid!
Don’t be so love-struck.
Bibi Dong’s mood was also a bit unusual at this time.
Of course, she wasn’t blind and could clearly see Wang Zhao’s appearance as a small child.
It’s just… When Wang Zhao expressed that he only wanted to focus on reading, but was also willing to share her troubles.
Wang Zhao, in her heart, seemed to have a filter applied to him.
Fortunately, Wang Zhao didn’t know what Bibi Dong was thinking, otherwise, he would definitely know its name: Xiaogang filter.
Or perhaps… Grandmaster filter!
Of course, compared to a certain Grandmaster in reality, this was a beautiful fantasy · optimized version.
This hopelessly foolish woman!
“Because you are my teacher, you are my Dong’er Jie Jie.” Even so, Wang Zhao still said with a warm smile.
Nothing else, although Bibi Dong’s love-struck nature was worth complaining about, it didn’t mean she wasn’t lovable.
Who truly dislikes a love-struck person?
It’s just because the object of their affection isn’t themselves.
At this moment, a bold idea suddenly flashed through Wang Zhao’s mind.
However, he quickly suppressed it.
Although Bibi Dong, who had not yet become the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, seemed very easy to fool in his eyes, easily tricking her into having 5 children would not be a problem… But he wouldn’t do that.
Because that would be too unprincipled.
It wasn’t him putting on airs, but Bibi Dong was his benefactor after all.
Without Bibi Dong, he wouldn’t be where he was today.
Even if he had any ideas, he would wait until later.
What’s more, Wang Zhao was really just a tiny peanut now, powerless!
“Dong’er… Jie Jie…” At this time, Bibi Dong murmured, then couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
“If I said my name isn’t Wang Dong’er, but Bibi Dong…” “They both have ‘Dong’ in them, so you’re still my Dong’er Jie Jie!” Saying that, Wang Zhao noticed a certain silent woman and added: “And Sister Butterfly…” “You are all my good Sister Butterfly!” “Pfft~” Hearing this, even someone as stoic as Die couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Bibi Dong was the same.
But when she saw Die’s expression quickly about to return to seriousness, she suddenly reached out and pulled her snowy neck closer, their two delicate bodies pressing together, and then whispered a joke.
Die’s cheeks occasionally flushed, and her movements gradually became flustered, looking adorably at a loss.
This made Wang Zhao, standing alone at the side, unable to help but stare, thinking: What are you two doing?
This is too much!
If you’re so capable, come at me!
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”