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Click, click, click.
The sound of high heels striking the ground echoed sharply through the deep underground corridor, drowning out the faint whimpering that had gradually slowed and eventually ceased altogether.
(A/N: To avoid confusion, Bibi Dong from Ye Wen's world will still be referred to as "Bibi Dong," while the local version of Bibi Dong will be addressed in the second person as "Raksha.")
At this moment, Raksha's eyes were bloodshot. Though her soul power and physical restraints bound her, they could not suppress her determination to struggle and break free.
Raksha was stubborn—someone who refused to reflect, choosing instead to blindly charge ahead on her chosen path.
But for a person like Bibi Dong, when another being appeared weak to a certain degree, even their anger seemed somewhat endearing.
Bibi Dong chuckled softly, then conjured a throne behind her. She sat down gracefully, crossing one leg over the other, and fixed her gaze directly on Raksha.
As for why she didn't sit on the bed or chairs already present in the room—of course, it was because she found them filthy.
Bibi Dong rested her right hand lightly on the armrest of the throne, propping up her face—a face identical to Raksha's but exuding far more authority.
Bibi Dong smirked and then released Raksha's vocal bindings, speaking indifferently:
"Such an ugly sight—the me from another world."
Unlike Ye Tianhun, Bibi Dong rarely interfered with the versions of herself from other worlds. In her view, these alternate selves were simply reaping what they had sown.
As for the other versions of herself...
She, Bibi Dong, had come to gather resources—not to play the role of a savior. Anyone who dared obstruct her deserved to die—even if they were versions of herself from other timelines!
Of course, among the multitude of timelines, there were always some bizarre and intriguing worlds.
In some worlds, Bibi Dong started off normal but was later corrupted by the influence of the Rakshasa God, causing her to follow the same tragic trajectory as other versions of herself.
When this happened, Bibi Dong became furious!
After all, she had finally encountered a version of herself that seemed "normal" and similar to her own self, only for that self to fall victim to the schemes of the gods in the divine realm. How could Bibi Dong tolerate such humiliation?
This was, after all, truly herself from another world! In such cases, Bibi Dong would immediately call upon her sisters, just as Ye Tianhun did, storming the divine realm of that world to reshape its elemental foundations and rules!
It could only be said that mother and son were indeed alike in certain aspects—they shared a shocking similarity in their temperament.
Raksha, now freed from her vocal constraints, had lost the once-elegant hairstyle she had carefully maintained due to her earlier struggles. Her hair was now disheveled, and her crimson eyes gave her the appearance of a madwoman.
With a hoarse voice, Raksha angrily demanded, "You wretched woman! Who are you? Why are you impersonating me with my face!"
Bibi Dong sighed softly. It seemed that this world's version of herself was the lowest-quality iteration—already deranged and lacking even basic logical thinking. After all, Bibi Dong had clearly stated that she was another version of herself from a different world.
However, as the Goddess of Desire, Bibi Dong had encountered far more deranged individuals than Raksha. Thus, in her eyes, Raksha's current state was somewhat endearing. Combined with her nearly identical appearance to herself, it added an amusing layer to the situation.
It was almost like watching a comical manifestation of the Formless Demon King.
Thinking of that unpleasant memory, Bibi Dong's previously cheerful mood instantly soured.
At this moment, an inadvertent wisp of killing intent leaked from Bibi Dong, crashing down on Raksha like a heavy hammer and leaving her momentarily stunned.
Bibi Dong quickly realized her slip-up, though her eyes showed no trace of apology. She inwardly scolded herself: 'How old am I now? Why am I still so reckless? Ye Wen will dislike me if I keep acting this way…'
But this thought only made her angrier. She cursed the Formless Demon King inwardly: 'Damn those bastards! If not for them, how could I have been separated from my beloved husband, unable to meet him openly even now!'
As Bibi Dong raged internally, another unintentional wave of killing intent leaked out.
This made Raksha feel even worse. She silently cursed the woman before her: 'What does she want? Is she just going to torture me without saying a word!?'
'What a lunatic!'
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No!
At this moment, Raksha finally regained her composure from her rage and noticed something unusual about the situation.
"Even though my strength has been restricted by the Rakshasa God, I'm still a level 98 Super Douluo! Yet I'm completely powerless against her. According to the Rakshasa God, I should be able to hold my own against a level 99 Limit Douluo. Could it be… is she truly a god?"
Realizing this possibility, Raksha forced herself to suppress her frenzied killing intent despite her splitting headache. She regarded Bibi Dong with newfound caution and scrutiny.
Bibi Dong also noticed Raksha's slightly more composed demeanor and felt a twinge of surprise. She wondered what this world's version of herself was thinking, but ultimately, it didn't matter. Knowing that Raksha likely couldn't grasp the concept of parallel timelines, Bibi Dong kindly provided a concise explanation, much like Ye Tianhun had done.
After listening, Raksha fell into the same stunned silence as Qian Renxue and the others. Though Bibi Dong's explanation was clear and straightforward, for someone from the feudal Douluo world, the impact was overwhelming!
After a long while, Raksha finally managed to speak in a strained voice: "So… another me. Why did you suddenly capture me? What do you want?"
Confident in her overwhelming power, Bibi Dong saw no reason to hide her intentions and bluntly replied: "Due to certain circumstances, my husband perished and is now reincarnating and cultivating in this world. However, I can't directly interfere with his journey. I planned to borrow the Spirit Hall's resources from this world, but you—this world's version of me—are utterly incompetent. Therefore, I had no choice but to forcibly remove you and take your place."
What followed next caused Bibi Dong's expression to twist in disbelief.
Raksha didn't seem to care about Bibi Dong's critique of her incompetence—in the face of absolute power, anything she said would have been wrong anyway. However, her top-tier love-crazed brain latched onto the mention of Bibi Dong's "husband," and her expression immediately brightened with excitement.
"Your so-called husband—is it Xiaogang? It must be Xiaogang, right! I never imagined that in the future, after I ascend to godhood, Xiaogang would become a god as well! The two of us would finally be together. This is wonderful, absolutely wonderful!"
Bibi Dong's expression instantly turned sour, as if she had swallowed something vile.
Especially since she noticed Raksha's flushed face and her intense excitement despite her weakened state. It was like being force-fed a double dose of nonsense!
Bibi Dong erupted in fury: "What nonsense are you spouting?! I already thought you were the most incompetent version of me I'd ever seen, but…
"You—you're even stupider than I imagined! That useless Yu Xiaogang doesn't deserve to be my husband! He doesn't even deserve to become a god! Are your eyes so blind that you'd fall for someone like him?!"
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