God of Fate

Imagine one day you receive an email from someone claiming to be "the God of Fate," asking you to do him a small favor, promising a generous reward afterward.

You would choose:

1. You're obviously a con artist. Only a fool would fall for it. You're the God of Fate? Ha, then I'm just the supreme and great reader!

2. Oops! This is terrible! I need to reply right away!

[To be honest, I am your charming ancestor. Currently, I have been framed and am forced into exile. Give me 50 (presumably in-game currency), and when I rise again, I will appoint you as my Imperial Advisor.]

3. Wow, what if it's true? Wouldn't that be like winning the lottery and instantly becoming the best person in the world?

4. Other -- (Please begin your performance)

The God of Time chose 4.

He lowered his eyes to look at the line of text in the void.

A moment later, he raised his finger and used his Divine Power to write a word in the void, sending it back.

"Um."

--Then give it to me now.

This time God of Time replied faster, but still only with one word.

"No."

Why not give it to me?

"No."

--Didn't we agree that you would take "Reunion" from God of Wine?

But I didn't tell you.

--So now I'll tell you to give it to me, okay?

"No."

Why won't you give it to me?

"In no mood."

--No, can't you always give me a little more in return?

The God of Time looked at the line of text, which clearly carried a hint of exasperation, but remained unfazed and wrote another word with his fingertip.

"No."

The silence from the side of God of Fate seemed exceptionally long.

After a long while, a line of words reappeared before the God of Time, his tone tinged with suspicion.

Wait, is God of Wine still next to you?

As the God of Fate, he could not actually arbitrarily glimpse the trajectory of the gods' Fate.

Fate and time are inextricably intertwined, and everything about the God of Time lies just outside the boundaries of his Authority. If one were to rashly pry, not only would one see nothing, but one would also be easily detected by the other party.

If the other party discovers this, the God of Fate believes they will retaliate against him.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, he does not consult the God of Time.

Unfortunately, judging from the course of Fate, only the God of Time could accomplish what he was about to do.

If it were any other god, they would either be brutally beaten by God of Wine's friends, be beaten before they could even make a move, or be beaten before they even saw God of Wine.

Of course, it's not that the God of Time is the only option; there are several other gods who could theoretically work as well.

But if he goes in person...

It's not meaningless.

They would still inevitably suffer a brutal beating, and might not even get to see the other person's face.

The God of Fate rummaged through his options again and again, considering them carefully.

Ultimately, he chose the God of Time.

The process of persuading the God of Time was easier than he had imagined, leading him to now suspect that the other party had ulterior motives.

Now, after finally succeeding, the other party won't give it to me.

Didn't he just waste his time and effort?

Wuma Xiu, arm in arm with the God of Time, watched the entire conversation between the God of Time and the God of Fate.

As he read, he chuckled coldly to himself.

Sure enough, that God of Fate loves to lurk in the shadows and spy. I don't know which Gods's destiny he spied on, but he found out that he had a jar of "Reunion" in his possession.

I know perfectly well that if I came myself, I definitely wouldn't be able to leave.

So he turned his attention to his easy-going and honest friend, Shi, Shengsheng carved out a path to success.

If the system hadn't traveled back in time so many times and accumulated such heavy traces of time, other Deities would never have been able to detect its existence and therefore wouldn't have been able to use it for blackmail.

But it was the God of Time who came, and he caught them every time.

Ah, Fate is really convenient.

However, Wuma Xiu was genuinely curious: what exactly did the God of Fate use to persuade Shi to work for him?

Wuma Xiu rested his chin on the shoulder of the God of Time and asked:

"What did the God of Fate say to you before? How exactly did he persuade you?"

The God of Time had just finished writing a line of text in the void.

"It's definitely right next to me; the liquor is leaning against me right now."

After sending the message, he heard Wuma Xiu's question and answered truthfully:

"The God of Fate told me that if I didn't take away your 'Reunion,' the world would be destroyed. But strangely, I didn't see this future in time. But he said, 'Time isn't omnipotent; Fate has already given its guidance,' so I came."

During this time, the God of Time stood upright, motionless, as if he were playing a game of "Red Light, Green Light".

Wuma Xiu smiled.

What do you mean by saying the world will be destroyed if we don't take away his "Reunion"?

How could he not know that the wine he casually brewed possessed such power? Even if he wanted to destroy the world, it would take him a great deal of effort.

This sounded like God of Fate was deceiving his kind and easily fooled friend.

Hahaha, Fate really deserves a beating.

Wuma Xiu released the God of Time's arm, took a step back, put his hands on his hips, looked up at the sky, and let out a heartfelt sigh:

"The world will end? My wine has that effect? How come I didn't know? You should have said so earlier! I would have brewed more jars and given one to anyone I didn't like, so my friends wouldn't be constantly clamoring for revenge."

"At that time, how could a god be so easily fooled as you?"

"Shi, you're too easily fooled. What if one day the God of Fate tells you, 'The Gods, so you must immediately move all the wine from his cellar,' would you do the same?"

In Wuma Xiu's view, this was beyond being easily fooled.

Sigh, of all his friends, the only ones who can truly give him peace of mind are his Old Self.

The God of Time thought carefully for a moment, then answered with a single word, "Yes."

Wuma Xiu stared at the God of Time's serious face, unable to tell whether the other was joking or genuinely thinking it.

But he had known the God of Time for too long and knew that this man never joked.

"You forgot? We're gods, how could we possibly break a leg? And even if we did, it would be healed in an instant."

The God of Time turned his head and said, "In my opinion, even for just a moment, you are still more important than that wine."

In his view, his friends were far more important than jars of wine.

Wuma Xiu felt that even a casual remark from the other party could be quite devastating.

He coughed twice and mumbled:

"Alright, alright, let's get down to business."

"I say, what exactly does he want to achieve by so desperately wanting to 'Reunion'?" Wuma Xiu frowned.

"Could it be that they knew I would use 'Reunion' to meet my close friend, so they tried to steal my wine and prevent me from going?"

It's not like the God of Fate has been against him for just the first time.

That's actually quite possible.

But even without "Reunion," he can still bring others.

"No."

The God of Time refuted Wuma Xiu's conjecture.