"An agreement?
You think too highly of me. I'm merely a demigod—how could I possibly negotiate with a true god?
Even if there were one, you shouldn't be asking me. You should ask your Lord of Grace.
They're the one behind the scenes. I'm merely a puppet pushed onto the stage, with no room to resist—just like you."
Drachirko smiled helplessly, then said meaningfully, "Still, I'm very interested in you. I've seen your memories. You're a... well, a pitiful person."
Cheng Shi's brows furrowed. He had a bad feeling about a Filth and Decay emissary knowing his memories.
Drachirko seemed to see Cheng Shi's worry and smiled again.
"Don't worry. As long as you still have desires in your heart, I'll keep my mouth shut.
"Besides, in a sense, we're on the same side, aren't we? We're both pieces on their chessboard.
"Well, I've said too much. I'll get silenced if I keep going. I don't want to end up like Tria, turned into a pile of dust halfway through this age. I hope we meet again, Clown."
With that, Drachirko's figure gradually faded away, leaving Cheng Shi standing there, frowning in thought.
Clearly, this follower of Filth and Decay didn't have a very high opinion of Deception. They had used words like "puppet" and "chess piece" several times. Though Cheng Shi didn't know whether this was a deliberate attempt to sow discord or a genuine feeling from the heart, they couldn't exactly be called wrong.
No matter how much he resisted, wasn't he still walking along the so-called "predetermined" path?
And now, it seemed that although it was Destiny who revered the predetermined, every scene from his past had been paving the way for Deception...
The Fear Faction had good reason to be afraid.
Drachirko had also mentioned Tria.