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Lin Xiqiu pondered. "The destruction of the Wall-Breaking Legion was Mo Qiong and the author's doing, wasn't it?"
"Yes..." Huang Ji said. "But Mo Qiong would respect his daughter's choice. He couldn't let Mo Yun alone survive a calamity in which the Wall-Breaking Legion was doomed to die, could he?"
"So when fate was tied into a dead knot, all I sensed was that Heaven... hesitated. That was all."
Lin Xiqiu said, "Then didn't Mo Qiong personally take part in getting his own daughter killed?"
"No. It was me." Huang Ji said firmly. "The one who should truly bear responsibility for their lives was me. I changed their fates, taught them unity and sacrifice, made their beliefs burn brighter than ever, yet lacked the ability to find them a good ending. I could only blame my own limited ability at the time."
"That is limitation. To have no limitations, one must become a true Omniscient Informant!"
Lin Xiqiu sighed. The destruction of the Wall-Breaking Legion had left an enormous mark on Huang Ji.
Everything had been guided in a positive direction, yet it had ultimately created a sorrowful, inescapable catastrophe.
Huang Ji had always meant well, but that time, there had been no good outcome.
He, a Doctor who saved people, had caused an accident in the rescue and saved them straight into death.
This was the limitation of the old era. It was the firmest link in Huang Ji's conviction that nature had fallen behind and ought to step down for him.
It was not that a good outcome had to be achieved. Rather, even someone like him, who possessed Information Sense, could not see a good outcome at all. That was how fucked-up fate was.
Even someone using cheats could be toyed with by fate. How many