A Snapshot of Fate

This lousy phone never had a moment of peace. Whenever it quieted down even a little, it was only brewing something up; before long, trouble was guaranteed to break out.

The "greetings" from the Mysterious Mobile Phone—or rather, its "accidents"—might arrive late, but they had never once been absent.

"What are you trying to do?" It looked baffled. Facing Wang Xuan, who held the Dao Control Banner, ripples flowed across it as it flickered between brightness and darkness, as though shifting between reality and nothingness.

"If you want to send me off to some unknown place without a sound, then go ahead and try. I guarantee I'll give you a hit first!" Wang Xuan threatened. The Dao Control Banner in his hand had already pressed close, nearly touching it.

He was in Sky City and was about to attend a grand gathering. If he vanished without a word, what kind of nonsense would that be? Besides, he had no desire to be dragged into the game passively.

Most importantly, he still did not know where he was going or what the road ahead looked like.

Karma, fate—he found all of it far too "ethereal." He did not believe in any of it.

The Mysterious Mobile Phone said, "I do not know the exact details either. From countless complex outward appearances, I drew out a thread of essence. The world is balanced. One end of fate's scales has already tipped, and you need to repay a debt."

It spoke with utmost solemnity. "I swear that what I saw is true, and what I say is no lie. This time involves the trajectory of your fate. You need to make a choice. You should enter the game voluntarily; that is far better than fleeing or muddling through. Because, in the end, you