Foolish Game of the Chapter 325: Frazor Isn't Dead—You Saved Her!

"Frazor, is, already, dead."

The great skull spoke with certainty. Clearly, He knew everything about [Prosperity].

But Cheng Shi was fiercely insistent. He bounced up one more stair and declared solemnly:

"What if She didn't die? Or to put it another way—what if You saved Frazor?"

Green flas ignited in the eyes of the skull atop the Bone Throne. He studied Cheng Shi for a mont and realized this wasn't greed corroding his mind—the boy genuinely had an idea. So He decided to hear what this follower of [Deceit] was really after.

"I, will give you, one chance.

Speak."

Cheng Shi surged with excitent. He imdiately laid out everything that had happened in the trial—holding nothing back.

He told [Death] that during the trial, he'd saved an entire Tribe of [Prosperity]'s children and crafted a convincing Divine Envoy of [Prosperity] persona before them.

Most importantly, after several ordeals, when [Prosperity] descended, these Mushroom-Footed People had received genuine salvation.

Never mind that the five promised trials had sohow compressed to four before they were accepted—the right of final interpretation belonged to [Prosperity] anyway.

But once [Truth] subdued [Prosperity], She would lose Her right to interpret anything. And so that final authority would default back to the fabricated [Prosperity] Divine Envoy!

Originally, Cheng Shi hadn't thought this identity would serve any purpose. He'd even considered the karmic entanglent with history more of a burden than a benefit—so he'd sneakily given them Hong Lin's ID instead.

But he never expected the Convention to contain rules about inheriting Authority.

With this, Hong Lin's false Divine Envoy identity suddenly beca Cheng Shi's ladle for scooping broth from the Gods' table—a genuine chance to claim a share!

Because the Gentleman had said: the only ones who ever relayed [Prosperity]'s Edicts were Her children!

His eyes blazing, Cheng Shi faced [Death] and spoke with manic clarity:

"Gentleman, forgive my boldness, but I must ask—did You personally witness [Prosperity] Assimilate Her eldest daughter, Frazor?"

The great skull considered this a mont, then shook his head.

"Indeed, I did not, personally, witness it."

Cheng Shi's grin deepened by three degrees: "Then did any of the Gods personally witness [Prosperity] Assimilating Her eldest daughter, Frazor?"

The great skull fell silent. He understood what Cheng Shi was driving at.

As long as no one had actually witnessed [Prosperity] Assimilating Her children, there was a Loophole to exploit!

Indeed—devouring others was the sort of thing one did in private. Once others were frightened, like Her child Dizel, the so-called universal flourishing would be impossible to preach.

Cheng Shi knew all too well that unsavory deeds could only be hidden in shadow. That was precisely why he'd asked the question.

And from the Gentleman's reaction, he knew his plan was already more than halfway ho!

But in [Death]'s eyes, this sche was still a rootless drifting weed—barely begun.

"You should, know, that trials, are rely, [mory]'s, reproductions.

When you, finish, this trial, those, [Prosperity] children, will sink, back to the, Bottom of mory Sea, vanishing, into ti.

No one, will rember them. And no one, will rember, the so-called, Divine Envoy, you speak of."

Just as the great skull finished speaking, Cheng Shi—carrying a Ring in his teeth—hopped right up to Him.

The green flas in [Death]'s sockets wavered. He extended divine power and lifted the Ring.

"This is, [mory]'s, power."

Cheng Shi nodded frantically:

"Yes! Gentleman, this is a gift from [mory]. He granted

three chances to alter history. And now there's still one final use left.

You only need to send

back to the trial, and I only need to snap my fingers inside it. Then everything about the [Prosperity] Divine Envoy will be written into history!

With that, wouldn't we have the right to inherit [Prosperity]'s Authority?"

The great skull froze. It felt less like He was receiving a player and more like He was plotting strategy with [Deceit].

"...You, cannot, explain, why Frazor, did not, die."

"She didn't die because You saved Her!"

"Why, would I, save Her?"

Cheng Shi gritted his teeth and summoned the nerve to throw out a justification:

"Then why did the [Prosperity Mother] Assimilate the great Garuda for no apparent reason?

The petty, vindictive [Prosperity Mother] was taking revenge—revenge against You for disrupting Her Assimilation of Frazor!"

The words left his mouth, and every nerve in his body pulled taut.

This was an enormously risky move. He was dragging Garuda's death into a sche woven entirely from lies.

If this offended [Death], he'd never get another chance to join the divine feast.

Worse—he might literally beco a skull. Not the kind that served by the throne, but the mindless kind howling amid the bone-white rapids.

But against all expectation, [Death] heard this reasoning—and began to nod. He regarded Cheng Shi with satisfaction, as though these were the most pleasing words He'd heard all day.

"Indeed. It was I, who saved, Frazor.

The [Prosperity Mother], humiliated, and furious, seized, an opportunity, to devour, Garuda."

The instant those words dropped, Cheng Shi knew his gamble had paid off.

[Death] wasn't validating this for His own ego. He was restoring the dignity of the Envoy He'd valued—Garuda!

So He'd always known Garuda's self-sacrifice was foolish...

Yet all these years, He'd stubbornly branded Le Le'er a "bitch" without ever once ntioning Garuda's choice...

'Pity the heart of a divine parent.'

Le Le'er was indeed a bitch, of course.

But today, the fool—ahem—Garuda seed poised to stand tall again.

He'd been transford from a blind Servant God who threw himself away for love into a Victim of [Prosperity]'s revenge.

A complete shift of perspective. A victim doesn't get scorned—only sympathy.

Cheng Shi was numb—and thrilled. He'd never imagined that the key to persuading [Death] wasn't so airtight con. It was an emotional gambit dating back to the dawn of ti.

"..."

'Well—as long as there's broth, that's all that matters!'

With that thought, fire blazed in Cheng Shi's eyes.

"So, Gentleman! You need to send

back to the trial before it fully ends. The mont I snap that history-inscribing finger, we'll have our chance!

A chance at a share!"

After hearing Cheng Shi's full plan, the green flas in the great skull's eyes roared to a blaze.

No one could tell what He was thinking. All Cheng Shi knew was that when [Death] deliberated, the entire Fishbone Hall went silent. The chattering little skulls fell uncharacteristically mute. Even the thundering bone-white torrent ground to a halt.

Countless skulls turned as one toward the Bone Throne, as though awaiting His command.

A very long ti passed. So long that Cheng Shi worried the God War above the Canopy Sea had already concluded. If he'd sched and sched only for everyone to have already gone ho, that would be peak Clown behavior.

Unable to endure the wait, Cheng Shi nervously crawled half a step forward, intending to use his scraping to remind the Gentleman.

But in that precise mont, the great skull moved. He turned toward Cheng Shi, the fire in His sockets boiling even higher.

"You, are, very, greedy.

But you, are also, very, clever.

If, [mory], does not, correct, history's, falsehoods. If, [Deceit], can make, her identity, even more, believable.

It is, indeed, feasible.

However, you, are better, suited, to this position, than your, friend.

An Envoy, who wields, [Prosperity]'s, Authority, through Proxy Action.

Do you, not, want it?"