Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1962: Chapter 998: The Final Journey (End)

On Ginkgo Mountain.

The old man and Zong Cheng had played seven games, and each one was a loss for Zong Cheng, but he didn’t show the slightest impatience, as if he was fully immersed in the joy of playing chess.

The old man glanced at him: “Why do you still play when you lose every time?”

Zong Cheng smiled and said: “This suits my life perfectly. I actually envy people like you and Qing Chen; you are born to win, you have good looks, good backgrounds, and extraordinary talent, while I have nothing.”

Zong Cheng: “People like me are destined to fail repeatedly since birth. From waking up in that dark underground base, I had to be cautious of the remaining experimental subjects, starting off in hell mode, born in hell. Barely escaping from there, clueless, my first generation body had a kidney removed in the Ninth District of City No. 5, and after the kidney was removed, I was sold to work as a miner in the Black Heart Mine.”

“Finally awakening extraordinary abilities, controlling a few miners to escape back to the city only to find I couldn’t afford a meal. I took a few miners to the factory to work, doing the hardest job, earning the lowest wages, working 16 hours a day, only enough to fill our stomachs… You may not believe it, but my goal and Qing Chen’s are actually the same; the reason I vowed to control the world is because I want to end the era of you tycoons.”

This time, the old man was truly surprised.

Honestly, even he didn’t expect that Zong Cheng’s first beating in the human world came from the exploitation and oppression of the capital world.

Life is divided into stages: childhood, youth, middle age, old age. Among them, childhood has the most profound impact on a person.

And the oppression of the world by capital was Zong Cheng’s childhood memory.

But who could have thought that one of the most terrifying figures in the world today was once so miserable?

This is really too tragic!

But the old man just casually said: “Qing Chen is different from you, he never uses inhumane means to achieve his goals. So even though you both started with the same vision, the results will be completely opposite. When you finally grasp power, you will start to enjoy the conveniences it brings.”

Zong Cheng smiled and said: “That’s absolutely right; the boy who slayed the dragon eventually became the evil dragon. This story seems completely true for me. Initially, I wanted to earn money, only to use very stupid methods; later on, I wanted to control the army, but was bombarded; I wanted to go to the West Continent to lower the difficulty level, only to encounter the Drama Master; after returning, I wanted to control the Qing’s Family, only to meet Qing Zhun who started off with a king bomb in hand. It’s too difficult, can you understand my experience? I seem to always be losing, so I’ve gradually stopped caring about winning or losing, because I will win in the end.”

“Don’t speak so confidently,” the old man shook his head. “The reason you suddenly took action now is partly because, after controlling the Chen Clan, you finally have the strongest power, and partly because Qing Chen has become the king of the Giant Race. Those giants with mental induction, along with the taboo syringe, made you realize one thing: someone finally has all the elements to kill you.”

The old man looked up at Zong Cheng: “You are scared.”

Zong Cheng paused for a moment, then admitted frankly: “Yes.”

At this moment, a mute servant brought two bowls of plain noodles, placing them in front of the two.

Zong Cheng ate while saying: “Unknowingly, I have been schemed by you again. I just realized Qing Ji disappeared during the first game of chess; he went to steal something from me, right? You engaged me in a game of chess just to buy some more time?”

The old man chuckled: “You reacted quite quickly.”

Zong Cheng finished his noodles in two bites, sighing: “For a moment, I can’t tell if this is a praise or a sarcasm… Are you worried about Qing Chen? I’ve already seen the West Continent using their last ultimate weapon. Honestly, I’m amazed at how long they prepared for this, and I didn’t expect it to be so terrifying. Now, I’m even a bit worried; I’m afraid as a fisherman, I might not have the power to seize the final victory.”

Even Zong Cheng seemed slightly fearful of the undead army.

Zong Cheng looked at the old man: “Did you guess they had such a move?”

The old man nodded: “I guessed.”

Zong Cheng was astonished: “You even guessed this?”

The old man smiled and said: “I’ve had some gains in the Superconductor World recently; Qing Chen was wreaking havoc in the No. 8 Multidimensional World, eventually killing the Underworld King and advancing to become an S-Class Battle Master. At that time, someone said the Underworld King was actually another S-Class Battle Master who reset their account to learn the unwinding necromancer of the Superconductor World for use in reality. But as you know, in the West Continent reality, there is actually no such heritage… So I’ve been wondering, since there’s no such heritage, what prompted an S-Class Battle Master to abandon the level achieved after 10 years of hard training and spend another 10 years to hone a necromancer?”

Zong Cheng: “Are you saying that the Underworld King was actually the incognito Duke of Storm City in the Superconductor World?”

“I didn’t guess it was the Duke of Storm City, just thought there must be similar methods emerging,” the old man looked at Zong Cheng. “How can you see the battlefield situation? As far as I know, puppets can’t convey messages between each other out of thin air, right?”

Zong Cheng smiled and said: “Of course, puppets cannot do it among themselves, but between puppets and the main body, they naturally can.”