The God of Fate Is a Bastard
"Hey-hey."
"Hey-hey."
The system was sprawled out on a chair, which it propped up so precariously it looked like it was about to fall apart at any moment.
It, however, was quite content.
Two Stickman, stick-figure-like legs were crossed, and the toes were bouncing back and forth in rhythm.
It held its latest work in its hands, admiring it over and over, satisfied with every look. Every now and then, it would pull out a photo from the pile of floating pictures beside it, glance at it, and chuckle a few times.
Hehehe.
As a system, its image editing technology is unparalleled.
But to be honest, even if some images are impossible to Photoshop, they can still roll up their sleeves and hand-draw them themselves.
Although, as a Stickman system, it doesn't actually have sleeves.
However, speaking of Stickman...
This is its latest skin, which cost two points of System Energy; it's practically a "huge investment." If its original skin didn't lack hands and feet, it wouldn't have bought such a new skin.
The pile of photos floating in the air wasn't all taken recently; it included a lot of food it had produced itself, each one a labor of love.
Every now and then, the system would pick up a page from the side, stuff it into its "Masterpieces " book, lean back, examine it for a moment, and murmur admiring remarks.
How come it hadn't discovered before that it was actually a genius strategist?
Above the system, a camera hovered in mid-air, its lens pointed at it, automatically snapping photos.
After the photo was taken, it was slowly ejected from the camera body, floating in the air and naturally blending into the surrounding sea of photos.
These days are just too wonderful.
The system thought to itself with a smug grin, and bounced its crossed legs a couple more times.
Then, it saw a pair of eyes.
[Ah!!]
The system let out a heart-wrenching scream, its matchstick-like body sprang from the chair, almost tumbling over. The "Masterpiece" it treasured flew from its grasp, but luckily, it reacted quickly and caught it.
It had never seen those eyes before.
But the chill that surged up from the depths of its soul was so familiar that it made all the code in its body tremble. The PTSD that had finally started to improve was suddenly pulled back and slammed into its face without warning.
[Ah, host, help! -- There are bad guys here!]
The system's tiny, matchstick-like body trembled violently, and its voice suddenly turned into a screaming chicken mode.
It had failed a total of 998 times, never even crossing the threshold of the Beginner Village, and had never been to this stage before. Naturally, it never expected that the God of Time would be able to discover it.
Why?
The system's brain raced through the system, and the CPU nearly sparked.
Could it be because it traveled through time 998 times, repeatedly returning to the past, that it became stained with the marks of time?
So that's how the other party was able to detect it?
That's true, 998 times is really too many.
The system was swept away, somersaulting seven or eight times in the air, transforming into a trembling little ball of light. In a panic, it plunged headfirst into its host's hair, clinging tightly to a few strands and refusing to let go.
Wuma Xiu raised his hand and gathered the trembling ball of light into his palm. His Divine Power suddenly erupted, and a rich, aged liquor-like aura swept out, shutting out the cold Divine Power of the God of Time.
The small light sphere system trembled in his palm, finally stopping its shaking.
The system extended its Stickman arms and legs, which then hugged its host's fingers.
At this moment, its thought was, "Host, there are so many bad people in the outside world. I want to go back."
The God of Time stared at the thick, tangled layers of time marks on the system and said, "Truly, your sins are unforgivable."
"At that time, it was mine."
Wuma Xiu closed his five fingers, gathering the small ball of light in his palm.
The system, nestled in his palm, heard every single word. In an instant, the small ball of light turned completely red, transforming into a small red ball, its temperature soaring upwards.
Not good.
Having watched too many things like "The Dominating God Falls in Love with Me" lately, this sentence hit the nail on the head, and scenes from the story started playing in his head uncontrollably.
Images like "She's mine, anyone who dares to touch her will be punished" and "It's getting cold, let's bankrupt XX"... a jumble of nonsensical images kept popping up one after another.
Strangely, after being disturbed by these outrageous thoughts, the PTSD that had previously terrified the system gradually subsided.
Don't panic, don't panic.
The host must have a way.
The God of Time did not take the Pocket Watch back; the dial remained facing Wuma Xiu, its eerie light cold and unsettling.
"Wine has disrupted time many times. If everyone in this world could manipulate time at will, coming and going freely, rewriting it repeatedly, then the order of time would be thrown into chaos, cause and effect would be reversed, wouldn't the whole world be in utter chaos?"
The God of Time has ruled the river of time for billions of years, never showing favoritism or making exceptions.
"Let's make a deal," Wuma Xiu said, abandoning his previous protective stance. "What do you want for me to let it go?"
As the God of Wine, he had a wide circle of friends and acquaintances, but when it came to fighting, he knew his place against the God of Time.
--Can't beat them.
Moreover, time is such a troublesome thing, so troublesome that it gives you a headache.
Now, although the other party can't do anything to him personally, if the God of Time is determined to pursue the matter, there's no need to confront him directly. He can simply travel back in time, find his unawakened self, and, before he wakes up, cast a seal.
What else does he play?
Or go even further back, simply travel back to the moment the system first appeared, and destroy it directly.
If that were to happen, Wuma Xiu doesn't even know if he would still be able to stand here and speak at this moment.
Just thinking about it gives me a headache.
Also, there was that phrase they just mentioned, "The guidance of Fate."
Wuma Xiu sneered inwardly.
Hmph, even a fool could tell that it was that damned God of Fate.
That guy has been coveting his confidante's beauty for a long time, openly and secretly trying to win her over, but his confidante doesn't even give him a second glance, preferring to spend time with him instead.
Because of this, the petty God of Fate had long harbored resentment towards him and would often trip him up behind his back.
Wuma Xiu raised a finger and added, "And one more thing: Fate is a dog. Don't listen to it."
God of Wine: Please see the chapter title for the full version.