The True Defier of Fate

The goddess statue reappeared on the Old Altar, but its surface was covered in cracks.

The Revenge Priests stared blankly at Suye, then at the Old Altar, then back at Suye, and then at the Old Altar again...

They looked like a group of kittens constantly bobbing their heads as they followed a swaying light source.

Suye blinked. Was I really the Defier of Fate? Hurry up and give me a straight answer. If not, I'll keep stalling.

If so, I'll strike immediately.

The Holy Domain Priest's eyes shifted as he asked, "May I ask if you are truly General Suye himself?"

"I'm the real deal." As he spoke, Suye took out the golden General's Rank and fastened it to his shoulder.

The Holy Domain Priests exchanged glances. It was genuine. Even if someone possessed a General's Rank, a fake would never dare wear it on his shoulder. That would earn him a manhunt from the entire Greek military.

"Then why do you carry the aura of a Defier of Fate?"

"Are you interrogating me?" Suye's expression darkened. From the Holy Domain Priest's tone and words, he had already caught the key information: he had merely been tainted by the aura of a Defier of Fate. He was not the Defier of Fate himself.

Then Suye's heart gave a sudden leap.

Could Euclid be the Defier of Fate? What the hell? Could Euclid be a transmigrator? No, he doesn't even understand Paper Making. How could he call himself a transmigrator? Or perhaps Euclid studied geometry so deeply that he bypassed photoelectric theory, relativity, and Quantum Mechanics, taking another branch toward magical geometry, discovering the secrets of fate, and then stealing the power of fate? Could someone as poor as that really be a Defier of Fate?

The Holy Domain Priest