CHAPTER 287: Tang San’s Collapse – A God King’s Desperation

Chapter 287: Tang San's Collapse – A God King's Desperation

Tang San's current state was beyond just ugly. Once hailed as the Son of Fortune, he had laid out countless plans, even manipulating the God of Destruction and convincing the Goddess of Life to align with him. But now, all those intricate strategies had become nothing but a cruel joke.

He had miscalculated everything—starting from the very person he placed his bets on. Even his daughter's soul had been torn apart based on a faulty premise. Worst of all, he no longer had any opportunity to make amends.

The God of Destruction still kept a constant eye on him. Meanwhile, the Goddess of Life, coerced into compliance after the Titan Giant Ape Er Ming's earlier misstep, had also turned her focus toward him.

Though six days had passed, the patience of the Goddess of Life had already worn thin. Pressured by the God of Destruction, she was likely to fully side with him in just another day or two. Even now, Tang San knew it was far too late to salvage anything.

Regardless of reasoning, anyone able to wield divine-level power must have a personal combat strength equivalent to at least Level 97. His parents stood at the level of second-tier gods. Da Ming and Er Ming could reach the rank of priest without their natural suppression. But none of them could act—not now.

The God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life remained in the God Realm. Tang San could not let anyone leak even the slightest trace of divine aura in the lower world. If that happened, the God of Destruction would immediately descend—this time likely dragging the Goddess of Life along to expose his weakness publicly.

"What exactly went wrong? I checked on the Son of Fortune before. There were no issues then. When did he stop being the Son of Fortune? What changed over the last six years?"

Tang San held his forehead. His thoughts were in disarray. Six days in the God Realm meant six years had passed in the Douluo World. All his plans had crumbled during that time, and not because of the Son of Fortune he had originally anticipated. This baffled him to his core.

"No, now's not the time to dwell on why the plan failed. The most important thing is…"

What could he still do to remedy the situation?

Facing the God of Destruction, he was already at a disadvantage—both in terms of personal strength and collective power. If war broke out, he and the so-called Shrek Seven Devils would be crushed swiftly. Without the support of the Son of Fortune, even if Zhou Weiqing risked a sneak attack on the God of Destruction, their side had no chance.

If the God of Destruction decided to press forward, defeat would be inevitable.

The worst part? The current Son of Fortune in the Douluo World had no ties to his daughter. He had no emotional leverage. All he could do now was maintain his role as a beleaguered new God King—bullied by the old guard in the workplace—just to gain the sympathy of the Goddess of Life. Even routine inspections of the Douluo Star had been twisted into slander by the God of Destruction.

In such a state, he now had to face a mature, powerful new Son of Fortune—someone completely disconnected from his daughter. It was impossible to shape this new figure into a devoted ally like he had once hoped.

Moreover, his daughter's soul had been molded for the previous Son of Fortune. Her cultivation path and strength were now entirely incompatible with the new one. Even if she wanted to adapt, she simply couldn't—not without sacrificing everything she had built.

The only viable connection between Tang San and Xiao Qiang now appeared to be the inheritance of a godly throne.

But therein lay another problem: If he passed the Sea God's throne to Xiao Qiang, it would nullify all the effort he had poured into cultivating the position for years. Xiao Qiang's talent clearly outshone Zhou Weiqing's. If he inherited only the Sea God's throne, would Zhou Weiqing suspect that the Asura God's inheritance was nothing but an empty promise?

If Xiao Qiang inherited the Asura God's throne, it would be a dream come true for the God of Destruction. His only real rival would have stepped down voluntarily, making God Realm expansion much easier.

After all, Xiao Qiang was not Tang San. Even with the title of heir, there was no guarantee that Xiao Qiang would be loyal—especially when Tang San himself was the weaker party.

As for pretending to grant the inheritance without actually doing it—just using Xiao Qiang as a pawn—that would be a fatal mistake. The God of Destruction would absolutely monitor such a ploy. Any overly difficult conditions or fake inheritance rituals would only result in creating a powerful enemy—an enemy with the Son of Fortune's destiny, who could then be won over by the God of Destruction.

Rubbing his temples, Tang San finally realized that the moment he misidentified the true Son of Fortune, every single move he made afterward was doomed to fail.

In fact, whether he acted or remained passive at this point—he was already in the wrong.

In the end, unable to come up with any viable solution, Tang San could only send out a divine message to two spirit beasts tied to the Haotian Sect.

"Send a Titled Douluo from the Haotian Sect to eliminate Huo Yuhao. Retrieve Wutong's soul and the Golden Dragon Spear from him. Just an ordinary Titled Douluo will do—you two must not intervene. If you do, the other God Kings may descend on the Douluo Continent."

"Yes, Third Brother."

…

While Tang San struggled with despair in the God Realm, time in the Douluo World marched on. The battle between the Soul Palace and the alliance of Shrek Academy and the Body Sect in Mingdu had come to a tragic end.

Most of the Titled Douluos from both Shrek and the Body Sect had perished. Only Xuan Zi and Du Bu Si still clung to life—barely.