Foolish Game of the Chapter 1121: Why Are You Describing the Path I've Alre

When it ca to becoming a god, Cheng Shi had always believed the aspiring deity had no real agency in the matter.

Even if they did, it was useless—because true gods required Origin's endorsent, and Servant Gods needed a true god's permission to wield their authority.

This created an awkward reality: all of a mortal's efforts could only ever amount to begging for a god's favor, after which they'd be "bestowed" a divine seat.

He had never imagined there could be a type of god that didn't require recognition from any other deity.

His mind flashed back to the small note Mi Laozhang had slipped him after San Dales—the one transcribing the Fun God's words when Mi Laozhang had asked about Yu Xi's existence. The Fun God had said:

"He has never appeared, nor has He ever vanished."

"When you know of Him, you do not truly know Him."

"When you understand Him, you do not truly understand Him."

"Only He knows and understands Himself. And the mont an outsider truly knows Him, truly understands Him—then He..."

"Is no longer Him."

Now, combined with the Fla of Hope's words, it all clicked into place.

So even back in San Dales, Deceit had already given the answer to godhood. Cheng Shi simply hadn't connected the dots at the ti, still fixated on the container, searching everywhere for clues—until today, when the Fla of Hope spelled it out once more.

'Yes—right now is the mont "He" knows and understands Himself.'

'In truth, Yu Xi probably "ca into being" the very instant I jokingly said that na while bantering with Brother Mouth!'

While Cheng Shi was still sorting through his thoughts, the Fla of Hope assud he was still reeling from the revelation and continued explaining the "path to godhood" he had prepared for Cheng Shi.

"Based on my understanding of Deceit's will, to beco His Envoy, first you'll need a divine na compelling enough to make the world 'hear it and believe.'"

"The na can be strange, but it must maintain an air of mystery."

"Then cos the most critical step—spreading your faith and gathering followers!"

"Faith is the foundation of any god, and spreading it takes ti. The thod of propagation is paramount, and since you'd be becoming an Envoy of Deceit, you inherently won't be trusted by the masses. A strategy of announcing yourself to the whole world right off the bat simply won't work."

"I'd recomnd starting small. Though you're a Fate Weaver, I know you're also a seasoned con artist. Use your tricks to deceive a few mortals—ideally followers of Deceit."

"Once you outmatch them in trickery, they'll be naturally drawn to you. Then you need only display a hint of knowledge or ability beyond what any mortal should possess, and given the... disposition of Deceit's followers—ahem, their way of thinking—they'll probably start speculating wildly about your identity without you saying a word."

"Once that step succeeds, the power of faith will flow to you of its own accord."

"I understand His followers. These tricksters will spare no effort to borrow your na as a tiger's pelt, thereby spreading your divine na by proxy. You'll only need to show yourself periodically, leaving breadcrumbs among different mortals, and they'll naturally connect the dots—digging you out of history on their own."

"After that, you just need to claim a singular event from the historical record, and your lie becos established fact in mortal consciousness. Your supporters will write footnotes proving you existed all along."

"This is how Deceit corrupts mory—your trickster of a Benefactor is well-practiced at it. I'd imagine you're no slouch yourself."

"From there, you'll harvest a wave of faith from Deceit's followers. But that won't be enough, because this is still Deceit's faith pool—doing this only counts as riding your Benefactor's coattails."

"Faith isn't about hoarding—it's about competing."

"So what you must do is spread your faith beyond those boundaries. Ideally, you'd recruit a new batch of believers through so grand feat visible to the entire world. Once achieved, your faith will be deeply rooted, and your divine status firmly established."

"Finally, you— What's wrong with you?"

"Why do you keep blinking like that?"

"Are you questioning my strategy?"

"Hmph, do you have any idea how long I spent refining this thod for creating an Envoy of Deceit?"

"Over the years, during every exchange with Deceit, I've quietly studied His will. And thanks to my origins in Fate, I can at least perceive essence to so degree. Gradually, I ca to understand His will and His temperant."

"This is absolutely the thod of elevation He'd be delighted to see. All you need to do is follow it, and that divine seat will—"

"Enough, Fate Weaver—you're looking at

like I'm an idiot!"

"I'm warning you, you're not His Envoy yet. As an ally—and a mortal, at that—you owe , the sole remaining Servant God of Void, a modicum of respect."

"..."

Cheng Shi blinked, shook his head, then nodded—looking like a malfunctioning robot.

Not because of shock. Because of sheer bewildernt.

He was truly dumbfounded.

'I'm not disrespecting you. If anything, I have too much respect for you.'

'Everything you said is spot-on. That's exactly how an Envoy of Deceit should be born.'

'The problem is—why are you describing the path I've already walked?'

'Did you install surveillance on ?!'

Though most of what the Fla of Hope described was already Cheng Shi's past, he felt no satisfaction at having gotten a head start. All he felt was a crushing sense of helplessness against Fixed Destiny.

That's right—Fixed Destiny, again!

Without a god orchestrating events behind the scenes, how could he possibly have progressed so smoothly?

But was Deceit really the only god pulling the strings?

Granted, his path was leading toward the seat of Deceit's Envoy. But think about it—if even an Envoy discarded by Fate could figure out this road, then surely Fate Himself, Deceit's sibling god with the power to perceive essence, couldn't possibly be blind to it.

Had He foreseen all of this from the start? Was that why He'd agreed to rge with Deceit?

Was He using Deceit's favoritism toward Cheng Shi to complete the refinent of His sacrifice?

Had the so-called "predetermined" path Cheng Shi had walked been a conspiracy from the very beginning—designed to draw the Fear Faction's attention to him, so he could win the divine support of the various fearful gods who had nothing to do with Fate, allowing the sacrifice to achieve a "fusion" of all faiths?

Cheng Shi's thoughts spiraled. The deeper he went, the more inescapable the ga seed.

His answer, his aspirations, his future, and his fears had long since rged into one inseparable whole.

Silence fell over the room once more. In that stillness, Cheng Shi silently posed a question to Brother Mouth:

'Brother Mouth, are even you part of this Fixed Destiny?'

Cheng Shi rembered that the na "Yu Xi" had been locked in precisely because Brother Mouth affird it at first ntion. He couldn't help suspecting that Fool's Lips might also be a crucial piece in this ga.

Perhaps... had it even betrayed Deceit and defected to Fate at so point?

While Cheng Shi was stewing in his suspicions, Fool's Lips finally responded. And its response was, as always...

"Weren't you supposed to be a person? When did you turn into a chicken butt?"

"...?"

Cheng Shi's eyelid twitched violently as he counted on his fingers just how many insults were packed into that single sentence.