The Vanished Book

The Vanished book was a dangerous omen.

This thought suddenly appeared in Anvis's mind. Although it was his first time entering this special state of perception, he could still instinctively understand some of the information.

Just as he had expected, the previously stagnant battlefield suddenly began to distort.

The twisted void stretched, surged, and warped... before abruptly collapsing inward. Blinding radiance erupted from the core in an instant, like a supernova explosion.

The battle had reached a result. Aside from the several ninth-rankers who had inexplicably begun fighting, everyone's attention was drawn there.

No, "inexplicably" was not quite right.

Anvis glanced at the box. Faint, slender Fate Threads had already connected it to those several ninth-rankers.

It possessed special value. Though the time for it to reveal itself had not yet come, it would soon.

At this moment, the young noble descendants present were already somewhat bewildered.

In less than a few minutes, the many ninth-rankers left behind had suddenly begun infighting, followed by a drastic shift in the battlefield.

Fortunately, the several ninth-rankers had each isolated their battles within separate domains, deliberately avoiding the area where the noble descendants stood. Otherwise, it was unknown how many of them would still be alive.

Anvis's gaze swept across the young noblemen and women before pausing slightly on a golden-haired youth.

There was nothing particularly unusual about what he was doing at the moment. He merely maintained a somewhat cautious defensive stance as he observed the situation on the battlefield.

But unlike the others, the Fate Thread extending from him pointed directly toward the core of the battlefield, almost exactly the same direction as the Fate Thread extending from the box.

From this perspective of the pure Web of Fate, Anvis immediately judged that the youth was connected to something that was