Night.
Just as the strength of the Royal Fight Team was steadily improving and their experience in team battles was gradually increasing,
inside the Blue Tyrant Academy in Heaven Dou City, in the room shared by Dai Mubai and Oscar, Dai Mubai was unable to stop himself from trembling in fear.
At this moment, not only was his body still suffering from the scorching torment of special flames, but mentally he was also enduring blows from all directions of killing intent.
A few days ago, Thousand-Faced Guest had died. He didn't really care about that.
Once he knew that Xiao Lin had many people protecting him, he no longer expected Thousand-Faced Guest to successfully snatch back the God of War Cloak for him.
In fact, it would have been best if Thousand-Faced Guest hadn't revealed anything before dying.
Only then could Dai Mubai live in peace.
But now, Dai Mubai had received a letter.
A letter from Dai Xinghai of the Star Luo Empire.
The contents of the letter stated that Dai Xinghai was fully aware of everything Dai Mubai had done, and throughout the letter he constantly compared Dai Mubai with Dai Weisi.
He repeatedly belittled what Dai Mubai was doing now, and even declared that Dai Mubai should roll back home and give up the imperial succession struggle.
From the letter alone, one could tell just how disappointed Dai Xinghai was in him.
And what terrified Dai Mubai was precisely the contents of that letter.
Dai Mubai understood that once he gave up the struggle for the throne, it meant he would be forced to become a prisoner under Dai Weisi.
According to the rules of the Dai family, even if his talent were outstanding,
Dai Weisi would never let go of someone who could potentially compete with him for the throne, or even pose a threat to him.
To be safe, Dai Weisi might even directly kill him.
The more Dai Mubai thought about this, the more terrified he became.
He couldn't understand it—had he not worked hard enough? Was that still not enough to earn Dai Xinghai's approval?
When Dai Weisi was his age, did he really possess such great strength?
Even if he didn't become a prince, with his talent he would still become a Titled Douluo in the future. Why was Dai Xinghai so heartless?
However, in reality, Dai Xinghai didn't actually care that much about the imperial struggle between Dai Weisi and Dai Mubai.
If Dai Mubai truly had the potential to become a Titled Douluo, he might have proactively confirmed Dai Weisi as the crown prince long ago.
Wouldn't having a Titled Douluo powerhouse be a good thing?
In fact, if it weren't for Dai Mubai, he wouldn't have needed to pay attention to Sword Douluo Chen Xin's blackmail at all.
Sending the letter to scold Dai Mubai was merely meant to push him to cultivate harder, and to have him ease his relationship with Zhu Zhuqing.
But Dai Mubai didn't know any of that. All he knew was that since childhood he had been taught that if he couldn't survive the struggle for the heirship, then he would die.
From childhood to adulthood, whenever he feared that he might die in the future, he had tried many times to beg Dai Xinghai for mercy.
But the royal family was ruthless, and Dai Xinghai rejected him every single time.
How could the current Dai Mubai possibly believe that Dai Xinghai was acting for his own good?
And with fear already controlling him, how could he not be worried?
It was at this moment that Oscar, who shared the same dormitory with Dai Mubai, noticed something was wrong.
Oscar looked at Dai Mubai's pale face, cold sweat pouring down like rain, his hands gripping his clothes tightly, veins bulging on the backs of his hands.
With a curious expression, Oscar asked,
"Boss Dai, is your illness acting up again?"
However, in the face of Oscar's concern, Dai Mubai said nothing, still immersed in his fear of death.
Now Oscar panicked.
"Boss Dai, don't scare me! I have a big sausage!"
Worried that Dai Mubai's old illness had relapsed, Oscar immediately summoned his sausage martial soul, wanting to heal him.
But when Oscar brought the sausage to Dai Mubai's mouth, Dai Mubai finally lifted his lifeless eyes to look at him.
Then, in a flat tone devoid of sorrow or joy, he said calmly,
"Oscar, I'm about to die."
As soon as Dai Mubai said this, Oscar became even more flustered.
Last time, when he, Oscar, had been captured by bad people, hadn't he survived anyway and even been saved by a kind stranger?
Quickly, Oscar used his own experience to give Dai Mubai confidence.
"Boss Dai, you have to believe in yourself! What if a miracle happens?"
But upon hearing Oscar's words, Dai Mubai's already ashen face turned even paler.
Dai Mubai gave a bitter smile, forcing out a miserable grin.
"Oscar, you don't understand. This is my father wanting me dead. I have no choice but to die."
Dai Mubai handed the letter in his hand to Oscar to read, then once again fell silent, staring blankly.
Should I run away?
No. Dai Xinghai knows all my movements—I can't escape at all.
While Dai Mubai was thinking about what to do next, Oscar finished reading the letter.
"Boss Dai, your father doesn't seem to say he wants you to die."
Unlike Dai Mubai, Oscar—being a slightly more normal person—quickly understood what the letter meant.
Wasn't it simply telling Dai Mubai to study hard and show greater potential?
On the Douluo Continent, strength reigns supreme. As long as your strength is strong enough, you can ignore any damn rules.
Hearing that he didn't have to die, Dai Mubai lifted his head in delight and looked at Oscar.
"Boss Dai, since Uncle says he knows everything about you, doesn't that mean he knows your talent and potential?"
"The Master said we're all monsters. Since you're a monster, even Uncle might not be willing to let you die."
"As long as you, Boss Dai, keep improving at this speed, and gain the qualifications of a Titled Douluo in the future, won't everything be up to you then?"
"And also, in the letter Uncle told you to properly ease your relationship with Zhu Zhuqing. If he really wanted you dead, he would've let you fend for yourself long ago—why would he tell you to contact Zhu Zhuqing?"
"And Uncle definitely knows about me and Fatty too. Would Uncle really give up a food-type soul master with innate full soul power? Would he give up a future food-type Titled Douluo?"
As Oscar spoke, he couldn't help but lift his head proudly.
What Oscar said was actually quite reasonable. Not to mention Dai Xinghai—even the Upper Three Sects or the Spirit Hall,
if they learned of Oscar's talent, would want him to join their forces.
Even Xiao Lin—if Oscar were willing to abandon Dai Mubai and the others—would accept him, and might even bring him to the God Realm after becoming a god in the future.
"So who says Uncle wants you dead? This is clearly him wanting you, Boss Dai, to strive harder and become stronger."
As Oscar finished speaking, Dai Mubai suddenly came to a realization.
"That's right. If Father wanted me dead, I would have no choice but to die—but he even sent me a letter…"
Dai Mubai quickly stood up, his complexion recovering somewhat, looking much more normal.
"But since Father knows my every move, he should also know about my plan to seize the God of War Cloak. So what he said in the letter wasn't actually scolding me."
"He was guiding me—telling me that if I do such things, I need to be more discreet and not let others know."
"Also, he may be hoping that I continue recruiting others to seize the God of War Cloak."
Dai Mubai paced back and forth in the small dormitory, voicing his speculation.
"Boss Dai, aren't you overthinking this a bit?"
Oscar looked utterly confused.
Was he dissatisfied with how miserably that Thousand-Faced Guest had died last time?
The death of a Soul Douluo-level expert was no secret in the populous Heaven Dou City.
Everyone in Heaven Dou City knew that Thousand-Faced Guest had died a miserable death.
(End of Chapter)