Fate Only Makes Pronouncements

"Fate, wine is my friend, I don't want that thing anymore," the God of Time said to the God of Fate.

He had seen it all before; their lives were but a fleeting moment in his eyes. And what they loved most was finding a legitimate reason for their actions.

He watched for so long, he naturally learned it too.

One of the reasons I agreed to the deal with the God of Fate and asked for that thing was simply to have a legitimate reason for my actions.

As for the other reason, you'll understand once you read on.

The God of Fate snorted.

He knew it.

He knew from the beginning that the God of Time's so-called "deal" was nothing more than a formality. If the other party truly desired that item, what couldn't they fish out of that river?

The River of Time holds all that has been lost throughout history.

Many treasures have been lost to the passage of time, swept away by the tides of history.

If the God of Time so desires, he can simply scoop it up with a flick of his wrist.

But all these years, aside from helping that eyesore God of Wine a few times... dozens of times... several...

Well, in short, apart from the raw materials for brewing wine, he really hadn't seen the other party retrieve anything from the River of Time.

Moreover, those raw materials were all unclaimed.

Having no affiliation, even if it is taken away, it will not affect Fate in any way.

They were so cautious that even if the God of Fate wanted to find fault with the God of Time under the pretext of "interfering with Fate," he couldn't find a way to attack.

"I've made a note of what happened today."

The God of Fate coldly uttered these words, then turned and left with a slight movement of his robes.

"Stop! Don't go!"

Wuma Xiu stepped forward and stood directly in front of the God of Fate.

The God of Fate was forced to pause, turning her head to speak with a tone as cold as early winter frost, "What, you don't want me to leave? Perhaps you've changed your mind and are planning to give me 'Reunion' instead?"

"No. Don't tell me you haven't noticed what's been happening lately. If this continues, the gap between humans and gods will only widen. If a war breaks out between humans and gods, there will inevitably be widespread suffering."

Wuma Xiu finally remembered his original purpose.

Honestly, it's all the God of Fate, interfering and causing so much trouble that he almost forgot about his important business.

Upon hearing this, the God of Fate softened his cold expression somewhat.

"Recent events? If you mean those unusual Fate in fate, then you don't need to say anything. I'm just about to take care of them."

His original intention was to resolve this matter.

As for seeking the God of Time for a "Reunion," it was merely something he did "incidentally."

That's right, just like how ordinary people always eat some appetizers before a main meal.

Let's enjoy the benefits first, then get down to business; we can do both without neglecting either.

He was just a little annoyed that he couldn't get his hands on the appetizer today.

"So how do you plan to solve this?" Wuma Xiu asked curiously.

Although he harbored many grievances against the God of Fate, he had to admit that no god was more professional than the one handling matters of Fate. However, could the god of fate be someone who wanted to directly eliminate the person who created the problem?

The God of Fate said nonchalantly, "I've already found the culprit. Of course, I'll go and kill him."

Killing the culprit would solve half the problem.

As for the remaining half, he can kill them slowly.

Wuma Xiu, who hadn't expected the other party to actually have this idea, raised an eyebrow and asked further:

"Kill him outright? Aren't you afraid of the consequences this will have on your Fate?"

Upon hearing this, the God of Fate revealed a cold smile.

That smile flashed across his face and disappeared in an instant.

"I had warned them before. But they persisted. Fate never threatens, it only proclaims. Their Fate now is—to be killed by me."

"That must be hard on you. Go ahead, if you can't beat them, just yell 'God of Wine, save me!' and I'll come to your aid immediately."

Wuma Xiu spoke from the heart.

Although I know in my heart that the God of Fate cannot be summoned.

But Fate is a very mysterious thing.

What if?

If the other person has a sudden change of heart, he might just hear the God of Fate call him "God of Wine".

Just imagining that scene made Wuma Xiu happy.

The God of Fate didn't even lift an eyelid, too lazy to argue with him, and vanished from the spot with a flick of his sleeve.

After he left, Wuma Xiu turned his head to look at the God of Time beside him and said:

"What did he promise you? Tell me. I'll give it to you later."

That God of Fate is so stingy! He orders people around but doesn't even pay them. He's incredibly miserly.

However, it's not like he's only just learned about that bastard's character.

To act superior and arrogant in front of others.

But in his presence, she showed a completely different, despicable face.

But in front of his Old Self, he puts on a refined and elegant demeanor, just like a rooster displaying its tail feathers in front of a peacock.

Hmph, in this respect, it's clearly not as good as it used to be.

Shi truly deserves to be his friend; he even forgoes the agreed-upon reward. That's true loyalty.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt he had been taken advantage of.

What the God of Fate can give, he can give. If he can't give, he'll go to his friends.

He couldn't let them down; he had to make it up to them.

The God of Time shook his head and said:

"No, this was a deal between him and me, how could I trouble you?"

"That's a clear indication that you don't consider me a friend. What do you mean by 'trouble'? You went to all this trouble to try and 'Reunion' with me, wasn't that trouble for you? In that case, I'm leaving."

After finishing his sentence, Wuma Xiu turned around and started walking out.

However, his ears had already perked up quietly, and he was silently counting in his mind:

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps...

He was certain that the other person would call out to him.

He had used this method countless times.

Five steps, six steps, seven steps...

I'd already taken ten steps, but there was still a deathly silence behind me.

Wuma Xiu began to have doubts.

Why haven't you called me yet?

His tactic of feigning indifference to lure someone in has worked every time, so why did it fail here?

Does she really not consider him a friend anymore?

His heart was pounding with anxiety, and he finally couldn't help but stop and turn around.