Unexpected Change

"So, when dealing with the remnants of a god, it is best left to another power that claims to possess a true god—heh, after all, the capable should do more."

The Speaker nodded, letting out a strange, cold laugh.

"Also, if you need to make contact with those Contactees, I can use the Federation Parliament's influence to provide you with sufficient convenience."

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Speaker, but there is no need. I have no intention of becoming entangled in their fate."

Gray Mist shook his head at the Speaker's proposal.

"You truly do not intend to approach those Contactees? As far as I know, according to the theories of the School of Prophecy, as these Contactees grow increasingly powerful, there should be someone among them who emerges as a representative bearing the fate and development of the entire group, correct?"

His tone carrying a trace of doubt, the being known as the Speaker was somewhat surprised by Gray Mist's response.

At this crucial point before breaking through to the ninth rank, he had assumed Gray Mist would spare no effort in claiming every Fate Node in the Web of Fate, further increasing his chances of success.

"Fate cannot be measured. If one pursues everything too deliberately, matters may instead develop in the opposite direction.

It is like grains of sand in the desert. If you gently scoop them up, you can hold a full handful. But if you clench your fist tightly, most of the sand will only slip through your fingers."

Gray Mist spoke calmly, wearing an unfathomable air.

As he moved, the faint Fate Mist shrouding him rippled slightly, looking quite peculiar.

"The number of Fate Nodes one interferes with is not necessarily better the greater it is. My energy is limited as well. Moreover,