Foolish Game of the Chapter 426: The So-Called Opportunity

Opportunity.

President Gong had said "opportunity" — and this opportunity was the crux of the entire intel.

Even if Decay had truly fallen, the ones who'd divvy up His authority first would undoubtedly be the gods.

In Cheng Shi's view, under the Convention's intervention, whether Decay was dead or alive might not even matter. Just like with Prosperity: even after He died, the Faith Ga kept running as normal.

So from Cheng Shi's perspective, a deity's fall wouldn't benefit players at all — unless you were like Big Cat, backed by a god and having already "latched onto" an Envoy title in advance. Only then could you inherit the authority.

But these diocre people probably didn't even know the Convention existed. How could they find opportunity in a god's demise?

Everyone's curiosity was piqued. President Gong was undeniably masterful at controlling a presentation's rhythm. Perhaps all his earlier buildup had been for this very mont — to lay the "opportunity" bare.

He paced around the stage, speaking with mounting fervor:

"Let your imaginations run free, friends. Think about the chain reaction that follows a deity's fall.

First, we must agree on one thing: the gods are openly plundering each other's authority. So one thing is easy to guess — Decay's authority has surely been stripped clean, with Prosperity claiming the lion's share.

But for Them, authority might be all They want. Yet how can a deity possess only authority?

When He fell, were all the other things on Him automatically claid by the gods?

I think not!

This isn't my speculation — it's what my friend witnessed firsthand!

He told

that during the God War, he couldn't see the real battlefield or sense the gods' power. But he was certain of one thing: before Decay fell, sothing brimming with infinite Decay power tumbled out of the Septic Final Tomb!"

'Sothing... fell out of the Septic Final Tomb?'

Cheng Shi froze mid-thought. 'Is this real or fake?'

'If true, when? Could it have been during the Decay surge deep in the Sighing Forest?'

'So when Decay clashed with Prosperity... did He actually drop loot?'

'Hiss — it's not impossible. After all, thanks to my offering, Prosperity invaded Decay's ho turf and plundered His faith.'

'When gods fight, even the splashing divine power would look like a spectacular display to players.'

While puzzling over this, Cheng Shi glanced down at Hu Wei and Mo Li in the front row. On Hu Wei's face, he clearly caught a trace of gravity and seriousness.

'Huh?'

'His big bro seems to know about this too?'

'Could it actually be real?'

'But... what kind of twist is this?'

'Seeing the surface, guessing the essence wrong, yet the conclusion ends up right?'

'Huh?'

So President Gong's true objective was to mobilize the diocre Person Society to find whatever had fallen from the Septic Final Tomb!

That made everything click.

Cheng Shi's eyes flashed. He quietly lowered his head.

'Once you know the liar's true goal, you can sit back and enjoy the rest of the show.'

Questions poured in from below. President Gong didn't keep them waiting and promptly "freely" shared tonight's most critical intel.

"No need to guess — I'll give you the answer.

What fell is most likely... His God Body!"

"God Body?!?"

"Bullshit — absolute bullshit! Do you even know what you're saying? Even if Prosperity, with the gods' help, killed Decay, how could They possibly let Decay's body just drop — and right in front of a player, no less?!"

"Exactly — President Gong, that 'friend' of yours seems to be playing you."

"..."

President Gong heard these challenges and laughed heartily, continuing without faltering:

"The 'god body' I speak of is not Decay's actual body.

The gods are not mortal beings. No one knows if They are aggregations of will or higher-dinsional entities.

I've always believed They're visible to us because They've found vessels in reality that can house a deity's will.

So the 'god body' I refer to is the divine vessel that we humans can perceive.

And Decay... did have such a vessel.

His vessel was an impossibly ancient, rotting giant. I believe the Chief Grand Secretary should have heard of this as well."

Cheng Shi couldn't see Mo Li's expression, but he saw Mo Li nod — confirming President Gong's claim.

Another wave of exclamations rolled through the hall.

"President Gong, you're saying we might actually find this divine body?"

"A god's body — could it hold the secret to becoming a god?"

"Becoming... a god?"

President Gong laughed and shook his head:

"Everyone, let's not get ahead of ourselves.

If there were such a golden opportunity, the geniuses would have devoured it already.

Rember — we're diocre. As the road grows harder, we can't afford to aim for the sky. True, what dropped might well be His mortal vessel. But a vessel capable of housing divine will is far beyond what we can covet.

What we need isn't the whole intact corpse, but the fragnts that shattered off during the God War's fierce exchange!

Friends — eat one bite at a ti, walk one step at a ti.

If the diocre Person Society can pick up even a small shard of that body, the opportunities contained within would be enough to sustain us for a very long ti.

And let

remind you: the more precious the prize you pray for, the harder the trial becos. So with our abilities, how could we possibly seize an entire deity's remains?

Impossible.

So our goal is the debris that crumbled from that divine corpse — the fallen treasures imbued with Decay's power!

This is precisely why I've gathered you all here."

President Gong paused abruptly. With a casual wave, countless doors split open between every row. Then, amid the audience's shock and confusion, he smiled and said:

"What follows will be the diocre Person Society's internal sharing session.

I do know where and when the god body fell. With precise coordinates of space and ti, I believe tonight's gathering will not be in vain.

But I also know that not everyone believes . I won't force anyone.

I've said my piece. The intel I've shared tonight should at least be worthy of the brave 'admission ticket' you all paid.

As for what cos next — friends who wish to join the diocre Person Society may stay. We'll discuss the god-hunting plan together.

And those who don't believe

— you may leave in peace."

Watching the corridors open for the audience to exit freely, Cheng Shi raised an eyebrow with genuine surprise.

'President Gong has real guts.'

Even if eighty percent of tonight's intel was fake, the genuine bits about gods and Chosen Ones woven into the lies were worth at least the "courage" ticket price the diocre people had paid.

But unfortunately, he had no interest in an organization built by a con artist.

So Cheng Shi prepared to leave.

But just as he and Cui Qiushi behind him stood simultaneously, his feet suddenly stopped.

'Wait... would a preditated, calculating liar really let his entertainnt walk away so easily?'

Cheng Shi's gaze sharpened. He stared gravely at the gilded door not far ahead.

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