"However, it was worth mentioning that, just as some fates were destined in Aelio's eyes, while I could see more than he could, I was also bound by greater constraints. So I couldn't just go up and chop the Aeon of Destruction to death right now," Chen Luo said.
If Chen Luo wanted to keep accepting commissions within worlds and strengthen himself, he inevitably had to deal with the World Consciousness.
The World Consciousness had never interfered much with Chen Luo unless he went too far.
And Chen Luo had always responded better to kindness than force. If the World Consciousness did not make things difficult for him, he was too embarrassed to make things difficult for it.
"So?" Kafka had experience communicating with Aelio, so she knew full well that people who could see through the future already had an answer when they raised a question.
Talking to such people was sometimes easy, but sometimes infuriating.
It was easy because they could understand one's intentions effortlessly, but irritating because most of them spoke in riddles.
"I can help you land the finishing blow when your mistakes leave you only one step away from dealing with the Aeon of Destruction. Simply put, I'll take the kill, or stop you from getting reverse-swept when you're losing. What do you think?" Chen Luo asked.
"Think it over carefully. I did say I wouldn't interfere too much with your script, but with Paradise joining in, the future has been constantly changing. Some supposedly destined fates no longer seem destined."
Chen Luo held out his hand to Kafka.
"Deal." Kafka likewise extended her hand and gave his a light shake.
Transactions between smart people—py, as in friends—were always easier.
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With Chen Luo in favorable winds,