If fate had a script, then Earth was absolutely the worst kind of screenwriter.
It loved using coincidences and misdirection, guiding chance and toying with inevitability, steering everything toward the most helpless, worst, luckiest, and most dramatic outcomes.
"...Something feels a little off."
From the very beginning, these chance encounters had left Lu PingAn feeling uneasy.
But when Eve left and his plans proceeded as scheduled, everything seemed to return to calm.
"Seventeen wins."
This victory had not come easily. A Law Decree-level monk was not easy to deal with; their mastery of "entanglement" was terrifyingly high.
The monk's bizarre boxing had directly caused Lu PingAn's Demon Vine to wither away.
"...Was that death? Or withering?"
"No, it was 'weeding.' This humble monk is a Wild Wanderer Monk. My lifelong nemesis is a Gardener."
Wild Wanderer Monks were a divergent path of monks who had fallen into the abyss, Avengers who had established a fated grudge and sworn to kill a particular person.
It was not a good path, because once their revenge succeeded, the profession and all the resources invested in it would be rendered useless.
It was very likely to throw his entire professional system out of balance. "Imbalance" meant loss of control, and for Professionals, losing control was practically equivalent to death.
On the other hand, if he did not walk the path of revenge every day, his wish to trace his vow would punish him and make his life worse than death.
A "Wild Wanderer Monk" was a wild monk, a monk who had broken his vows, one consumed by the path of revenge.
"Looks like I had an advantage." Clearly, some of this profession's abilities were completely ineffective against Lu PingAn.
Revenge was often intertwined with the "path of justice." Though it sounded somewhat unbelievable,