"Brother, today we seven brothers have sworn loyalty to each other. Why not take this chance to storm the heavens and take down that old Charles Power? What do you say?"

Adolf Plot stared at John Bull, who was speaking with passion, completely at a loss.

"What the hell?"

Did I... transmigrate?

Adolf glanced around—the room was dimly lit. Besides John Bull, there were the other brothers: the fierce Derek Sea, the sharp-eyed Harrison Bird, the quiet Marcus Hawk, the sly Mason Carter, and the ever-watchful Dorian Sage. Nearby, some candles still flickered, and the scattered yellow paper on the ground confirmed it—these so-called 'brothers' had just sworn some binding oath.

For a moment, Adolf froze. Then it hit him—he had become Addison Plot.

And not just any Addison Plot—he was the monkey right after stealing the Ruyi Jingu Bang from Arthur Sea's palace!

Great. Just great. Adolf coughed awkwardly, internally replaying the scene. Arthur Sea had surely reported this to the heavens by now, and Charles Power was probably sharpening his sword of judgment.

Hell no, Adolf had no intention of causing chaos in the heavens.

He knew full well how this script played out. Raise havoc in the celestial court and he'd end up crushed under a mountain for five hundred years. After that, he'd get forced into playing errand boy for Benedict Light. No thanks!

A bitter smile crept onto his face.

Fate? Coincidence?

His last name was Plot, and his father, a diehard fan of "Journey to the West," named him Adolf. Who'd have thought one day he'd actually *be* Addison Plot?

Adolf had worshipped Addison since he was a kid. The monkey was every kid's hero—the "Superman" or "Iron Man" for anyone growing up. Except now, being the monkey didn't feel so great...As he grew older, he started seeing the Monkey King as a tragic figure.

The journey to the West had hidden traps everywhere, and the role Sun Wukong played was nothing more than a pawn in a grander scheme.

Born from a stubborn stone in the North, with no parents and a rebellious nature, he roamed wildly, causing chaos wherever he went.

He stormed the Dragon Palace, stole the Sea-Calming Needle, disrupting the seas with reckless abandon.

He barged into the Underworld, tampered with life and death records, showing no respect for life or rules.

He stirred up trouble in Heaven, defied celestial laws, and mocked divine authority.

Even when Heaven showed mercy and granted him the lowly position of Horse Groom, offering him a chance at reform, he spat on their goodwill.

He destroyed the Peach Banquet, defied tradition, and earned himself heavy sins. Heaven’s wrath crushed down, and he was thrown into the Eight Trigram Furnace to temper his arrogance.

Then, the Buddha used divine power to subdue him, trapping him beneath the Five-Element Mountain.

Five hundred years later, instead of holding grudges, the Buddha showed endless mercy and had him serve as escort to Abner Worth on his quest for scriptures to redeem all beings.

It was a long journey of redemption, where he beat the defiant version of himself to death, seeking to strip away his past and transform.

He shed his violent tendencies, abandoned his blade, and bowed his head to the ways of Buddha.

Tamed... just like a dog.

Adolf Plot sneered. He didn’t cross over to this world only to bow his head and wag his tail for Buddha.If causing chaos in the Heavenly Palace starts the whole "Journey to the West," then why not just avoid it altogether?

Why not stay in Flower Fruit Mountain and live the good life as the mountain king?

No way he's going to the Heavenly Palace to make trouble—not in this lifetime!

"Beep! Host has activated the Rebellion System."

"As long as the host rejects causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace, generous rewards will be granted."

It's here! The standard perk of all transmigrators—it’s finally here!

Adolf Plot was over the moon.

Reject chaos and get rewarded? Nothing could fit his plans better.

He'd just lay low, survive until the story ends, and watch both Buddhism and the Celestial Court collapse.

Then, when he's powerful enough to crush everything, he'd make his move. By then, who could stop him?

"Brother, what do you think of my idea?"

John Bull waved his massive, ugly black head right in Adolf's face.

This guy was nothing but trouble for the demon clan.

Sure, the demon tribe in this world isn’t as pitiful as in primordial times, but they still get kicked around plenty.

Yet John Bull lived large, eating as he pleased and ignoring consequences.

That alone proved one thing—he had connections in high places.

Knowing the chaos would lead to doom, he still schemed to drag Adolf into it.

He clearly had ulterior motives!

Cause chaos? He could shove that idea!"Hey! You thick-headed ox! Stop messing with me!"

"If you keep talking nonsense like this, I'll cut ties with you for good!"

"My loyalty to the Heavenly Court is as clear as the sun and moon!"

Adolf Plot clasped his fists toward the sky, his attitude respectful yet firm.

His words stunned John Bull.

What was going on?

Had the Monkey King lost his mind?

"Brother, you must be joking with me, right?"

"Loyalty to the Heavenly Court?"

"Then why did you raid Arthur Sea's dragon palace for the Sea-Stabilizing Rod?" John Bull sneered, his tone dripping with disdain.

"Haha!" Adolf Plot gave a cold chuckle.

"Do not slander me! I borrowed it, not stole it!"

"That little trinket is nothing to me. I'll return it to the East Sea right now!"

Without hesitation, Adolf Plot reached into his ear, pulling out the Golden Rod. Treating it like a spear, he flung it out of the Water Curtain Cave with a powerful thrust.

As it left his hand, the rod expanded rapidly, towering like a giant pillar, casting a shadow over Flowerfruit Mountain for mere moments before streaking toward its destination, the East Sea.

John Bull stood frozen, his mouth agape.

"This... Brother, have you gone mad?"

"That Sea-Stabilizing Rod is a treasured relic, an artifact of ancient power... You're really willing to let it go?"John Bull’s jaw dropped. Even among lesser treasures, the Golden Hooped Rod was rare.

Adolf Plot ditched it without a second thought—made even him wince.

"Ancient artifact? Yeah, right."

Adolf sneered, voice full of disdain.

“It’s just some rusty old measuring stick left behind by Da Yu during the floods.”

“Big and small doesn’t make it a treasure.”

“Even my unbreakable body’s tougher than that hunk of junk. Keeps me from showing my skills.”

“Trash. Not worth keeping!”

Adolf spat out "trash" like venom in every word, the scorn dripping off his face completely genuine.

John Bull frowned, struggling to accept the bold claims. But Adolf returning the rod to Arthur Sea? That means Arthur couldn’t cry to the heavens anymore, no excuse for Adolf to storm the skies!

That thought burned, making his bovine face twitch hard.

“Brother, you’re really going to waste your talents playing king of some flowers here in Flower Fruit Mountain?”

“A real man seeks triumph, builds a name across lands.”

“You sure about turning down what I said?”

John didn’t give up, his tone probing hard.

"Shut your mouth!"

“John Bull, don’t you dare try stirring up trouble here!” "From now on, I, Adolf Plot, no longer consider you my brother."

"You and I are no longer brothers."

"Leave Huaguo Mountain, or don't blame me for forgetting our past ties!"

Adolf's roaring declaration silenced the crowd of beasts in the Water Curtain Cave, their terror evident in their widened eyes and frozen stances.

John Bull stared blankly at Adolf, his thoughts scrambled. Had he miscalculated? How had the once gullible monkey suddenly sworn allegiance to Charles Power?

Unbelievable. Completely unbelievable.

Seeing the dumbfounded look plastered on John Bull's face, Adolf couldn't help but sneer inside. If he hadn’t known the storyline, he might've actually fallen for the grandiose plans.

Fortunately, foresight was his weapon.

"Ding! Host has completed the first refusal to attack the heavens."

"Rewards granted: Innate Demon God Essence."

"Rewards granted: Ninefold Mystical Art."

"Rewards granted: One hundred thousand merit points."

"Rewards granted: Chaos-born Supreme Sacred Treasure—Godslayer Spear

formerly wielded by Rahu, ranked the foremost demonic weapon beneath the Four Supreme Sacred Treasures

."