Foolish Game of the Chapter 859: Ms. Magician, Have You... Considered a Faith Fu

That was the last thing Deceit said before departing.

Zhang Jizu naturally didn't dare disrespect his Benefactor in writing, so he'd replaced every "Old Bones" with "that Lord."

But Cheng Shi knew exactly how venomous the Fun God's tongue was. He auto-replaced the "honorific" imdiately — even supplied the tone of voice.

Yet despite how well he "understood" the Fun God, he couldn't fathom why the deity had co all this way without summoning him, only to drop a casual line about Ai Si at the end.

'What's going on?'

'Taken a fancy to the War Supervisor?'

'If so, why not recruit her into Deceit? Why push her toward Death?'

"He's trying to push a Death-War fusion?" A spark glead in Zhen Xin's eyes as she voiced her uncertain guess.

Cheng Shi frowned hard. The Fun God's thinking was surely more complex.

He recalled how the Fun God had once used him to probe Birth. So this Death-ets-War play — was it another probe?

But Death's connection to Cheng Shi was deep. Even as a neutral deity, Death leaned toward the Fear Faction. He shouldn't be soone the Fun God could probe with such a blunt maneuver. The only remaining possibility: the Fun God wanted to use Death's hand to probe War!

The realization clicked. Cheng Shi cut straight to the point. "What do you know about War?"

Zhen Xin's eyes lit up at the conversation suddenly reaching the level of Them. After a mont's thought, she shared freely:

"The most orderly deity in the universe — sotis even more orderly than Order Himself. Despite His trials revolving around brutal combat, His presence among the gods is remarkably low — on par with His opposite, Silence. Far lower than His siblings in Civilization or even Chaos."

Cheng Shi raised an unsurprised eyebrow. "Heard it from the Fun God?"

"Indeed. During an audience, the topic turned to the gods. His assessnt of War was eight characters:

'No war, no fight. Boring, dull.'"

"..."

'When it cos to shade, nobody out-shades the Fun God.'

'Wonder what would happen if He said that to War's face. Would War declare war on the Fun God?'

'If War tolerated even that... that would be extrely War of Him.'

"You think the Fun God is probing War?" Zhen Xin raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." Talking with smart people truly was effortless — every question, every exchanged glance beca effective communication. Cheng Shi nodded. "Even Order stopped being orderly. Why should War adhere to order?

Because of the Convention?

I don't think so.

While every god exploits the Convention's loopholes, a true god nad War shows zero reaction. Worse — He actively suppresses His own divinity and authority. Very suspicious.

I assud the Fun God knew sothing. But it seems even He doesn't know what happened to War..."

Cheng Shi's words were few, but the information density was staggering.

Zhen Xin discussed the gods with her History School's core council, sure — but she'd never spoken this openly about things like the Convention.

She knew about the Convention, yes. But outside the Blind One, nobody had ever discussed it with her so casually.

And look — the other clown showed zero surprise at the topic. aning Convention-level divine secrets were just... ordinary conversation among the Jokers.

This Joker organization might be far more mysterious than she'd imagined.

But was that truly the case?

Not at all!

Mi Laozhang was absorbing fresh divine intel too. He just kept a poker face, acting like this was daily fare. Which spared Cheng Shi considerable work explaining and cover-storying.

The Steady faction's synergy continued — in a beautifully misinterpreted way.

Zhen Xin kept puzzling over where Cheng Shi's trove of information ca from. Given the evidence, she could only assu the mysterious Yu Xi had told him.

But Yu Xi was clearly still active — so what were those fragnts the Fun God had dismantled? Had He lost His... mask? His authority?

Logically, per the History School's understanding, Void shouldn't have Servant Gods. Void's deities shouldn't have Envoys. But mortal comprehension had limits. Before contacting the Torchbearers, Zhen Xin hadn't known the Fla of Hope existed.

Since even Fate had an Envoy, why couldn't Deceit?

So Yu Xi's existence was perfectly reasonable. The Envoy's exact positioning, however, remained unclear.

And in Zhang Jizu's account, the Fun God had been noncommittal about Yu Xi's existence. Was He deliberately erasing Yu Xi's traces? Did that an Yu Xi was running errands for the Fun God — secretly?

So — were the Jokers a pure player organization, or were they "Yu Xi's" proxy?

Zhen Xin's mind brimd with curiosity.

But she didn't spiral. Instead, she followed Cheng Shi's thread and asked another question:

"What do you an Order is no longer orderly?

The History School has noticed sothing off about Order. But the investigation is still classified — only the core council has a rough picture. You..."

She trailed off, but the aning was clear: can you elaborate?

For Cheng Shi, this was ancient news. He'd known about Order's problems back when Order was still only partially Chaos. So he casually gave away what he'd first learned — free of charge.

"Order fractured in a God War. The current occupant of His divine throne is a fragnt: the Iron Law of Order."

"?"

Zhen Xin blinked in disbelief.

Half a year into the ga, Order's followers had upheld His will with an impeccable reputation. And now you're saying Order split?

These righteous players had been worshipping a fragnt of Order all along? An entity the Grand Tribunal called their constitutional canon — the Iron Law?

'Is that even reasonable?'

Seeing her stunned expression, Cheng Shi smiled.

'Your intel is way behind. You haven't heard the half of it. If I told you Chaos is actually the real Order, you'd all go chaotic on .'

'Wait — speaking of Chaos...'

He hadn't forgotten Kataro's cryptic remark at the Chaos temple, and he'd long wanted to probe how deep Deceit's fingers reached into Chaos. He'd just lacked the opportunity.

Today, the opportunity had arrived. A bold idea ford.

He turned to Zhen Xin. After a pause, his expression turned peculiar. "Ms. Magician — have you... considered a faith fusion?"

"?" Zhen Xin blinked blankly. "Sounds like you've picked a direction for ?"

"Not exactly. But if you don't have a specific target...

How about Chaos?

After all, your relationship with your sister is pretty chaotic."

"..."

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