Cnosaeus's mockery did not stir the slightest ripple in Tang Qi's heart. He did not even look at the ancient god's bedraggled fleeing figure.
Tang Qi stared at the back of his hand. At the ends of the endless Threads of Fate shrouded in mist, Fate Bitch's voice rang out at the appointed moment.
"Congratulations... You have earned the chance to participate in the next round of the Game of Fate... As a reward for completing your task perfectly, you will have more time with Sally in the next round. I know you are planning to save that poor, brave girl. Do not stop trying. I enjoy being challenged."
As the voice faded, a red glow appeared at the edge of the mark, showing that Lady Fate's will had not yet departed.
But Tang Qi had no intention of responding to that bitch. He merely remained silent, replacing action with thought.
The Mystic Monarch's crown once again forced that fate head with countless antlers to bow.
"Humph!"
Just as before, Lady Fate had no choice but to submit, and her will was forced to leave.
Although she had been forced away, Tang Qi sensed that the bitch's will held little anger or disappointment.
On the contrary, she was quite pleased with herself.
That showed her "plot" had succeeded. At the very least, after this round of the Game of Fate in Grotesque Town, she had obtained what she wanted.
Yet Tang Qi had also vaguely formed a suspicion: perhaps this was only the beginning.
"Neither I, Sally, Cnosaeus, nor the We Are Light family are worthy of such painstaking scheming from that bitch... She has already grasped a large portion of Fate Authority. Her plot can only concern the complete Fate Authority."
"I just do not know how she plans