Villains Aren't Chapter 156: Might Makes Right

Chapter 156: Chapter 156: Might Makes Right

The Heavenly Dao.

To the common cultivator, it was a source of wisdom, a goal of transcendence, and for so, it is the ultimate arbiter of justice.

But now, Haoran learned that it was actually nothing more than petty control freak of a thief.

It hid and worked in the background, influencing the entire world as if it were a grand, cosmic ga of chess where the pieces were living souls.

It possessed a terrifying, nigh omnipotent reach and could alter a person’s mind, rewrite the scripts of fate, and even distort the very fabric of reality—all for a singular, selfish purpose.

It worked tirelessly to protect its "Dogs," those chosen protagonists, from being killed so that the luck it had invested in them could remain secure and continue to plunder the world’s essence.

This influence was so pervasive, so absolute, that even the Supres, beings who could swallow an entire universe and and shake the shatter the heavens and earth with a thought, found themselves helpless against it.

They could strike a protagonist, but they could never deliver the final blow.

A sudden space-ti quake, a spontaneous power burst, so unknown teleportation thod, a lightning strike from the heavens, or even the unexpected arrival of a hidden expert who would always intervene.

There are even Supres who, for whatever reason, would agree to a bet proposed by a protagonist, and would suffer a loss, causing them to let the protagonist go.

Why? So would say pride, so would say reputation...but honestly, it was just completely illogical.

Even Haoran’s own mother, the Ruthless Empress Chu Xueyu, had not been immune.

Years ago, after she had ruthlessly extracted the divine physique from the boy Shen Hao to give to her son, the Heavenly Dao had subtly altered her consciousness.

Known for her "cut the grass and pull the roots" philosophy, it was entirely out of character for her to spare the boy’s family.

Yet, in a mont of uncharacteristic "rcy" that was actually a forced ntal command, she had left them alive, providing the perfect setting for a future revenge-driven protagonist to rise.

No one, it seed, could escape the silent, invisible puppet strings of the Heavenly Dao.

With the sole exception of Shen Haoran, of course.

On that fateful day when Haoran had first confronted his cousin, sothing had changed.

Perhaps it was a strange, one-in-an-infinite coincidence, or perhaps the Heavenly Dao had montarily turned its gaze toward another part of the galaxy.

Whatever the cause was, a "glitch" allowed Haoran to grow suspicious of his cousin’s calm and mature behavior.

It allowed him to bypass the ntal fog that usually protected protagonists, prompting him to ask Chu Xueyu to extract the boy’s mories.

And then... the impossible happened.

Haoran had actually been able to kill him.

He had snuffed out a "Dog of Heaven" before its narrative could truly begin.

When the sleeping Supres in the Hall heard of this, a tremor of hope had rippled through their suspended animation as they thought the influence of the Heavenly Dao had finally weakened, that the "Thief" was losing its grip on the world.

So without hesitation, they imdiately mobilized the Clan’s most elite shadow assassins, ordering them to hunt down every high-luck youth identified in the Central Region.

The result was a catastrophic failure.

The assassins were struck by lightning, their weapons shattered for no reason, or their targets were saved by "fortuitous" coincidences that defied all logic.

Those failures proved that the Heavenly Dao was still as strong as ever.

But the fact remained: Haoran had succeeded where all others failed.

The Supres were forced to reach a singular, startling conclusion: Shen Haoran was a special case.

Perhaps he was a "Protagonist" himself, a favored Dog of Heaven designed to cull the others.

Or perhaps, more likely, the unique circumstances of his birth, the fusion of the Three Extres into a single soul, had created a frequency that the Heavenly Dao’s influence simply could not latch onto.

They didn’t know the "why