The World Played Chess Novels & Stories

the immortal god asked Long Chen. “Of course! I’ve never lost—except to my parents when playing chess!” Long Chen replied, sitting across from the immortal god. They began playing chess with serious intent. Each move appeared casual, but if any cultivators below their level were there, they certainly wouldn’t even be able to follow their game.

As time went on, the game between Zayn and Ares grew more and more intense. It had already reached its climax and everyone at the scene were skilled in playing chess so they could sense the intensity of the game naturally. Chess was considered one of the most famously difficult games in this world and players of different skill levels would differ very much from each other. On the other hand, even the current grandmaster in the world would feel inferior upon watching the game between Ares and Zayn now.

Of course. He had already done it. Moved the pieces. Made the announcement. Publicly. No room for denial. No escape. The Old Man always played chess. And I was one of the pieces. But this time… I refused to be moved.

Then, the old man pointed at the chessboard on the stone table in front of him and said, “You know how to play chess, right?” “A little,” answered Tyr. “How about we play a few rounds? You see, I’m really bored. It’s too boring for me to play with myself every day.” “Okay!” Tyr didn’t refuse. It was merely a few games of chess; he had nothing to lose. Tyr obeyed respectfully. Besides, Tyr excelled in just about everything. His chess skill was commendable to the point where even some big-shot national players were not Tyr’s match. However, after a few games, Tyr was a little baffled.

When he heard those words, the man in white rolled his eyes and said matter-of-factly, “Since you don’t want to play chess with me, why should I tell you how to leave the palace?” “Uh…” Darryl was suddenly embarrassed and depressed. He could only nod and smile bitterly. “Very well. I’ll play one round with you, but I don’t know how to play Go!” It was the truth. Go had been extremely popular in ancient times in the World Universe, but not many knew how to play that game as time passed. The man in white laughed and replied joyfully, “Such a young kid, you don’t even know how to play Go? Don’t worry; I’ll teach you!”

he said, almost as if he was excited to see me. “Yes, you called for me?” I asked. Lord pulled out a chess board. “I hope you know how to play Chess” he said. I did and I was almost the best. Dad, back in the day, had never won a game against me, same as almost all the people I had played it with. If I wasn't so busy with my work I would probably have been a champ at it, but I wasn't going to say this to Lord “I don't know how to play” I said.

This was no ordinary chessboard; it was a battleground for the kingdom's finest minds. Roberick, known for his strategic brilliance on the battlefield, had been unbeaten in chess for years. He was a master tactician who had outwitted generals and commanders from neighboring lands. It was said that his mind was as sharp as his sword, and his decisions were as calculated as they were ruthless.

Chu Xun finally won the game because there were fewer and fewer black pieces on the chessboard, and almost all of the pieces left on it were white. "You are so boring." Chu Xun put away the chess pieces and did not want to play anymore. "It's quite boring." "Let me find you a companion." "OK." Chu Xun didn't expect Emperor Ao to agree, and Emperor Ao didn't expect that Chu Xun would really do it. Of course, it was just a matter of time. "You should be careful these days," Emperor Ao reminded him. Chu Xun didn't take it seriously. Recently, the outside world was peaceful. The people of the alien races and the Assembly of Immortals were hiding somewhere he didn't know. He almost couldn't hear

I said nothing. The nothing was not shock. It was not guilt. It was the particular silence of a man who has just watched the opening move of something and is already three moves ahead of it, reading the board, understanding the shape of the game that has just begun, and knowing with a certainty that sat below logic and above instinct that the man standing across from him with the performed horror on his face had been in this room before me tonight. And had not left it empty.

He had no answer to that. This—whatever it was, defied logic, the rules of the normal world could not describe the supernatural activities that had been taking place. He couldn’t even tell anyone, they would probably recommend a therapist and a brain check-up too. He chuckled dryly. This whole thing was a joke, he was fighting alone against who-knows what? Did those things even knew he existed? Or that he was aware of their existence? Why was he fighting again? Oh right. He remembered something that had been buried in his memory for awhile. He’d fight till death and he had no plans of dying just yet.