In the center of the ruins, Jiucai Rong and his nine children were playing mahjong and cards.

One table for mahjong, two tables for playing cards, just enough for ten people.

"Pair of twos."

"Boom!"

"Hahaha, remember to pay back later."

...

A group of people appeared incredibly relaxed.

The Mudworker was playing cards with them, feeling somewhat worried.

Are these bastards... perhaps overacting a bit?

Is it really okay for us to be so leisurely?

Jiucai Rong noticed the other person's thoughts and smiled, "We're sure to win... from the start, we never planned to rely on our combat skills, got it?"

Don't they know their own level?

They never intended to conquer here with their mediocre combat skills!

Pseudo-humans...

Do they rely on force?

It's about possessing your friends and family, sowing discord among companions, leaving you in a state of paranoia and fear.

"As long as they think critically and analyze, they'll guess there's a pseudo-human possessing someone..."

"But they all believe they are living people, thinking we can only possess living beings like traditional pseudo-humans."

"If we ten pseudo-humans possess them, will they think that among the twenty-some remaining, there are still pseudo-humans hidden?"

"Distrusting their companions is the root of their defeat, that's the terror of pseudo-humans."

Jiucai Rong had a confident look.

Not to mention...

They didn't just possess ten, they possessed eleven...

Indeed, there was a pseudo-human hiding among the opponents.

It's just that currently, they haven't logged in, as the Ember Shell Emperor on the opposing side is auto-playing logically, making it hard for them to discover.

When the time comes, just shout: Log in.

And the traitor will immediately appear.

Jiucai Rong smiled:

"Now they have two possibilities."

"First, they have no trump cards left, powerless. In that case, their outdated ancient dismantled emperors will be killed by our Nine Infant."

They won't log in but let the despicable Gale Emperor log in, and the Gale Emperor will handle those guys, proving loyalty.

This is the power of auto-combat.

All it takes is switching battle styles, with the original personally taking the field, for truly perfect combat.

"Second, as cunning as old Yin, they might have an astonishing trump card, being able to replicate us post-update, becoming Nine Infants."

"Replicating Nine Infants is their only chance of winning."

Jiucai Rong showed a meaningful smile:

"But according to Gale Emperor's historical analysis, the Thirteen Countries distrust each other, and the Mother-Child Spirit Root coincidentally is an unequal Combined Spirit Root."

"Without mutual trust, the best way for them to combine is by taking turns replicating the mother's spirit root, becoming the mother."

"Taking turns in command? How foolish!"

"And with our traitor, when our traitor logs in as the mother in command..."

Jiucai Rong gave a cold laugh.

The scene would be beautiful, a sight to behold.

Those Self-Transformation Realm bigwigs will undoubtedly show a look of sheer terror.

The blacksmiths don't think their scheming is in vain!

Removing the once mythologized invincible great image, they're just another group of powerful beings, logical, thoughtful, capable of making mistakes.

In myths they are omnipotent, but in reality, no one is invincible.

Even the mythologized Emperor Jiushui fell and couldn't control his fate... let alone these guys?

The Mudworker curiously asked, "Why do you think they'll necessarily take turns in command rather than having a fixed powerhouse in charge? For instance, their Dynasty's first emperor, the Masked Emperor, is very venerable; shouldn't he be in constant command as the optimal solution?"

"Logically, it's the optimal solution, but emotionally, it's impossible."

Jiucai Rong shook his head:

"Among those twenty-some people, are there not those who betrayed the Masked Emperor at the founding of the dynasty, stabbed him, and split the Thirteen Countries among themselves? Can those who once stabbed him trust the Masked Emperor unconditionally?"

"Gale Emperor said the reason for deaths in this era was the defect in replicating their spirit roots, unable to replicate certain roots."

"But that is a surface reason, the dynasty didn't fall to the Mother of Non-Life, if a dynasty were perfect, no creature could overthrow it."

"In history, any seemingly perfect dynasty only falls due to its own imperfect mechanisms, with flaws emerging from within, and they die because of... fairness."

In reality.

Some historians, when they hear about the replication of a dynasty's history, don't even need to listen further; they keenly realize: this must be the era of the vassal states, forever unable to unify.

The turmoil of vassal states is not coincidental in this historical era; it's an inevitable part of history!

Other dynasties are dominated by an unmatched powerhouse, with one person suppressing the world, thus ensuring the dynasty's unity!

In the Divine Statue Era, everyone shares the same upper limit.

They are all of the same level of combat power, unwilling to concede, inevitably dying due to an inability to unify opinions, forming a... chain of suspicion.

The Mudworkers have a group of powerful sociologists on the forum providing external support, analyzing this era again and again, dissecting it intensively, seeing through the true nature of its historical development.

From the moment they first saw the dynasty, they knew it would erupt into the era of vassal states, ultimately dying of fairness, dying due to a leaderless group.

Thus, they devised the current plan.

They are the Thirteen Countries, with balanced power, and will certainly rotate leaders for fairness.

And this foolishness... will inevitably expose a fatal weakness.

"Brilliant, truly brilliant!"

At this moment, while Jiucai Rong and others were playing cards and chatting, they heard a voice.

The crowd turned to see the Dharma Aspect of Masked Emperor, who had arrived quietly at some unknown time and had even listened to the entire process.

The Masked Emperor's expression was complex at this moment.

These sentences of exquisite analysis hit him like a great bell, harshly striking his heart, causing him to see the tragic aspects of his own era.

He believed himself to be far-reaching in his plans, waiting patiently, stealthily ambushing... As long as the opponent emerged, they would replicate a brand-new modern system and rise directly, restoring the Divine Statue Era!

His formidable wisdom was historically proven; he led a group of friends in overturning the era, establishing an unprecedentedly great dynasty, and continuously improving it.

He established the Divine Statue Square system, issued great vows, allowing the people to have techniques to cultivate, rapidly advancing as long as they replicated each Heaven's Pride, perhaps the fairest dynasty in history, fairer than the era of Jiu Shui!

But at this very moment, he finally understood that he was in a chess game and couldn't recognize himself.

They created the greatest fairness and died because of fairness.

It was never Mother of Non-Life who killed them.

At this moment.

He listened to the opponent's scheming, repeated exquisite arrangements targeting their weaknesses, dispersing Pseudo-human and Nine Infant to induce them to replicate Nine Infant and experience internal conflict... Gradually driving them into a beast cage, slowly strangling them.

The most absurd thing to him was...

The opponent didn't even mobilize a single soldier but merely used their brains to play them to death!

Laughable.

We are truly laughable.

We are a group of laughable ancient people.

The Masked Emperor bowed slightly and laughed bitterly:

"The whimsical plans and strategies, your clique of ancient ancestors Demon Gods..."

"Truly worthy of once saving the world, O Great Kings! I am enlightened."

The Masked Emperor's expression suddenly shifted to coldness:

"Yet, your blatant arrogance, your unbridled display, even proclaiming your plans so loudly, aren't you afraid I'll hear it and claim victory? Perhaps you underestimate us too much?"

Jiucai Rong, upon hearing this, glanced at this ancient founding emperor who built an empire with his bare hands, a powerful Saint, and said lightly:

"If openly telling you, then what of it? The most painful thing for a person is hearing the truth about to happen, yet being powerless to change it, that kind of watching a dream drown in your hands is extremely tragic."

"Moreover... we have a flamboyant nature! Passionate about showing off! Spilling out the entire plan as a preview, what can you do?"

The Masked Emperor, overwhelmed by this brazenness and the audacity about to be spoken, was somewhat silent.

Indeed.

Even if the opponent's calculations are spoken aloud, what can he do?

Recalling the ugly faces and calculating minds of those companions just now, he could only laugh bitterly.

"You still have a way to win."

Jiucai Rong smiled, "You now seem completely fearless; you must really have a trump card, conquering the flaw of being unable to replicate Mother of Non-Life from back then! You can replicate Nine Infant!"

"Let's play a game, Pseudo-human Kill! Find the Pseudo-human among your group of twenty or more."

"Through alternated speaking, identify the insider, so no one can be an insider while rotating command, and your combined Nine Infant can defeat our single Nine Infant."

He paused, and his voice was light, yet each word struck into the heart of the Masked Emperor.

"Of course, we may also deliberately set a trap to deceive you, deliberately saying it aloud... Maybe there isn't a single Pseudo-human among you, and we are staging an empty city stratagem, or maybe we've mixed in more than one Pseudo-human."

"Do you want to challenge it?"

Jiucai Rong smiled meaningfully, "O Emperor from the ancient Divine Statue Era, shall we play an interesting game, Pseudo-human Kill, how about it?"

The Masked Emperor listened to their words, his face incredibly complex, "There's no need for that."

Listening to the opponent's analysis, meticulous scheming, he too was convinced at this moment and eventually bowed: "I came here this time, originally intending to surrender and willing to be an insider, to ambush that group of Saints."