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Anvis remained outwardly calm, but he had already grasped the situation.
The unexpected appearance of the King Selection Sword was probably no accident. It was most likely a trap laid long ago by certain people—and judging by the looks of it, one aimed at the Four Great Families of the Empire.
From the strange power of fate he had directly exempted himself from just now, he had sensed the aura of a familiar old adversary.
That power of fate had not been an attack. Rather, it served to conceal and overwrite.
In other words, if anyone used divination magic to investigate what had happened during this period, they would receive results utterly different from the truth.
Though they stood on opposing sides, Anvis still appreciated his opponent's correct choice after instantly seeing through their plan.
The attackers behind the scenes likely knew that the descendants of the Four Great Families would inevitably possess Artifacts and blessings capable of countering attacks of fate.
So, from the very beginning, they had never intended to truly distort their Fate Lines. They merely intended to overwrite and conceal them.
But this method had a minor flaw. As the target's Fate Line continued to develop, such concealment and overwriting would be difficult to sustain for long.
Then, there was only one solution...
Whoosh—
Just as Anvis reached that conclusion, an Eighth Rank Black-Clothed Man silently appeared before him.
In his hand, a hollow ring-shaped Amulet flickered with a faint green glow.
Strangely, that green light seemed to exist only within Anvis's perception. The Black-Clothed Man's hand holding the Amulet was not tinted green at all, despite the light source being so close.
"Who are you?!"
Faced with the suddenly appearing mysterious enemy, Anvis warily assumed a defensive stance.
But in the next instant, his