He Has Become a God, but He Still Can't Kill Those Fortune Tellers!

"This world is just a game. Small games build up the big game, and the big game builds up the small games. Those who can play on the table are all chess pieces... But Yan Hehuan, your life is better. You can be crowned king in this game!" The fortune teller looked at the young man in front of him with a smile and said. "Really? But I'm just a farmer." "What's the point! Anyone who wants to beg can become a Nine-Five Supreme. Your family has ten acres of land! You've already won at the starting line!" "It's not that farmers have greater limitations..." "Are you sure you are really just an honest farmer?" "Okay, I'll confess! I'm actually the reincarnation of the ancient demon god... This dark history... Can I clear my name after I get ashore?" The fortune teller disagreed: "You call this black history? This is clearly the way you came here!" Yan Hehuan's ambition suddenly swelled: "What if I am not satisfied with just being a king and a marquis, and want to ascend the throne and become emperor?" "This... Is not impossible... Let me check your destiny. As long as your destiny is good enough, I can do a game for you..." Iwakaku was filled with joy, and he continued to push forward: "Then what if, I mean what if, I want to overturn your game and take charge of a new one myself..." The fortune teller was stunned: "You mean, you want to steal my job?" "Yes, that's what it means." "Then you're a little rude!"