Chapter 46: Something Important to Pope Bibi Dong
Bibi Dong forced herself to calm down, wanting to hear why Ah Qing would say such a thing.
Could it be that the position of a god was nothing more than a conspiracy?
[Dad Douluo]: Simply put, the ninth divine trial of the Rakshasa God continuously amplifies the evil thoughts within a human heart. It twists one's mind, turning them cruel, bloodthirsty, and utterly devoid of humanity. In the end, they completely degenerate into a being of pure evil—a true evil god.
Just imagining the scene he described was enough to send chills down one's spine.
[Dad Douluo]: Of course, there's interference from the Rakshasa God herself involved in all this.
Come to think of it, the reason Bibi Dong was chosen by that god has quite a bit to do with Yu Xiaogang and Spirit Hall as well.
[Dad Douluo]: There was simply too much resentment and pain in her heart. Being selected by the Rakshasa God and then further twisted by the divine trials, she eventually became a monster.
"!!!"
That final sentence struck Bibi Dong's heart like a sledgehammer.
She sat dazed on the throne, the focus of her violet eyes gradually draining away.
Countless scenes from the past flashed through her mind.
Lin Qingmo was right.
The resentment deep within her heart had never ceased—not for a single moment—constantly screaming with the desire to destroy everything.
"If things followed the original path…"
She murmured, her voice hoarse.
"Would I really accept the Rakshasa God's trials… and in the end become the kind of monster Ah Qing described?"
A being of pure evil, devoid of reason, driven only by malice—destined to destroy everything?
Suddenly, Bibi Dong thought of Ah Qing—that boy from another world who always wore a radiant smile.
If she became a monster… would she hurt Ah Qing?
That thought sent a chill through her entire body.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: This…
Liu Erlong stared at the messages, unsure what to say for a moment.
Her feelings toward Bibi Dong were complicated.
There was the hostility of a romantic rival, wariness toward a powerful figure, and also a trace of… sympathy as a fellow woman.
Now that she heard how tragic Bibi Dong's path to godhood was—
That she would ultimately become an inhuman monster—
The hostility in her heart inexplicably faded a great deal.
In its place came an indescribable sense of melancholy.
"Why go that far…"
Liu Erlong sighed softly.
For power. For revenge. Turning oneself into a monster.
Was it really worth it?
She didn't know the answer.
[The Pope Herself]: Ah Qing…
Bibi Dong took a deep breath and typed two words onto the light screen.
She paused for a long time before continuing.
[The Pope Herself]: Would you… Hate Bibi Dong?
She asked this question very carefully.
As if holding something fragile in her hands, afraid of hearing an answer she didn't want.
When Lin Qingmo saw the message, he froze for a moment.
He scratched his head and thought seriously.
[Dad Douluo]: Hmm… how should I put it? It's complicated.
He first gave an overall assessment.
[Dad Douluo]: If it's her who has lost all reason and is filled with thoughts of destroying the world, then honestly, probably no one would be able to like her.
Direct. Honest.
Bibi Dong's heart sank slightly.
But Lin Qingmo's next message reignited hope within her.
[Dad Douluo]: But as for Bibi Dong's past experiences… I can't really judge right or wrong. If you haven't suffered someone else's pain, you've no right to tell them to be kind.
[Dad Douluo]: At least, the real Bibi Dong I see in this world—if she's willing to turn back before it's too late—I wouldn't hate her.
Those words were like sunlight piercing through dark clouds.
[Dad Douluo]: Though I haven't actually met the Pope yet~ I don't quite have the qualifications right now~
That last playful tilde lightened the heavy atmosphere.
[The Pope Herself]: Ah Qing…
Bibi Dong stared blankly at the chat window.
In her violet eyes, something warm slowly welled up.
He said… he wouldn't hate a Bibi Dong who turned back in time.
Ever since she met Lin Qingmo—
This boy from another world—fond of complaining, sincere, and kind.
Her icy heart was like the frozen land of the Extreme North encountering a warm sun.
Little by little, it melted. Little by little, it grew warm.
She began to enjoy chatting with Lin Qingmo in the group.
Listening to him share amusing stories.
Listening to him complain about plots.
Listening to his innocent yet penetrating viewpoints.
She wanted to watch him grow.
Watch him become the strongest soul master on the Douluo Continent.
Watch him… remain happy like this forever.
This sense of attachment, this warmth, was a light she had never known in decades of darkness.
If becoming a god meant turning into a monster devoid of humanity…
If becoming a god meant abandoning everything she had now…
If it meant hurting Ah Qing, hurting the people she cared about—
"Then what meaning does such a god position even have?"
Bibi Dong murmured, her voice filled with resolve.
She took a deep breath, her gaze shifting from confusion to determination.
In the depths of her violet eyes, the once-crazed gleam of ambition gradually softened.
"The divine trials… I'll put them aside for now."
She made her decision.
Rather than becoming a mind-twisted Rakshasa God—
She would rather become a Bibi Dong who was not hated by Ah Qing.
Someone capable of protecting the people he cared about.
As for revenge, as for her grudges with Spirit Hall—
"Perhaps… there's another way to resolve them."
She whispered, new plans already forming in her mind.
It didn't have to be achieved through total destruction.
It didn't have to be achieved by turning herself into a monster.
Even she was surprised by this change.
Yet it felt so natural.
As if this was how things were always meant to be.
…
In the chat group, the discussion continued.
Everyone was still reeling from the existence of gods and Bibi Dong's path to godhood.
[Little Witch]: So becoming a god actually comes at such a huge cost…
Ning Rongrong typed with lingering fear.
If that was the price of godhood, she wanted no part of it.
She had once yearned for "becoming a god," believing it to be the supreme glory.
But now… if becoming a god meant turning into a monster, she'd rather not.
[Big-Chested Kitty]: If becoming a god means becoming a monster, I can't accept it.
Zhu Zhuqing's message popped up, her tone firm.
She had already decided to walk her own path.
She would never rely on anyone, and she would never lose herself for the sake of power.
Godhood? If the price was losing oneself, then it held no meaning.
[Bingbing]: Hmph, humans really are greedy.
In the Extreme North.
The Ice Empress sneered.
They wanted great power, yet didn't want to pay the price?
How could such a good thing exist in this world?
Though she felt the Rakshasa God's position was indeed a trap—
She still couldn't stand humanity's "wanting everything" mentality.
[Ice and Snow Maiden]: God-level power truly must be approached with caution.
Snow Empress's message was more rational.
Having lived for so long, she deeply understood the balance between power and cost.
The stronger the power, the more terrifying the price that often came with it.
This was a law of heaven and earth.
[Dad Douluo]: Exactly—god positions aren't that easy to obtain.
Lin Qingmo summed it up.
[Dad Douluo]: Instead of chasing god positions that might twist your mind, it's better to first strengthen yourself and protect the people around you.
[A Rogue Rabbit]: Ah Qing's right! Protecting the people around you is the most important thing!
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: That's not wrong.
Liu Erlong also expressed her agreement.
She had been through too much and understood well that the essence of power was not destruction—but protection.
[Bingbing]: Tch, compared to this kind of soul-soothing chicken soup, I'd rather hear more about gods!
Ice Empress's message popped up, clearly impatient.
She had no interest in this kind of sticky human warmth.
She only cared about greater power and a broader world.
Lin Qingmo couldn't help but smile when he saw Ice Empress's message.
"She's really as pragmatic as ever."
Just then—
"Boom!"
A loud explosion echoed through the lobby of the Rose Hotel!
The battle seemed to have entered a brand-new stage.
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End of Chapter