Chapter 1263: The Incomplete Mask (big chapter seeking monthly ticket)
Yellow, orange, purple, gray, and white interwoven colors filled the entire sky, while surging ripples traced dazzling patterns across the bottom layer of the world.
The night wind swept over the emerald green grassland, as though some invisible force had brushed across it from the bottom layer of the world. Every blade of grass turned withered yellow in that instant, then drifted away as dust.
"That kid—so many gods? Fuck, what exactly did you push into the center of the battlefield?"
A voice full of shock and confusion rose from behind the rolling hills.
"Those who wish to make use of fate will ultimately be toyed with by fate as well."
The man in military uniform stood quietly atop the hill, gazing calmly at the distant sky. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Those who hold no reverence for fate will naturally suffer its backlash. I was not the one who set all this in motion. It was those smug people who believed they had control over fate."
Then he shifted his gaze and looked behind him.
The figure that had originally stood behind him had vanished at some point.
The man in military uniform raised his hand slightly. The drifting grass dust scattered beneath the pitch-black night sky, like fine grains of sand forming a silent storm.
The storm swept through the dark night sky in an instant before suddenly drawing back in.
A muffled sound seemed to rise from the depths of the darkness, and a torn corner of clothing slowly drifted down from the sky.
The man in military uniform reached out and caught the scrap of cloth, then turned his gaze to survey his surroundings.
At some point, the dust and sand had become covered in