An Mingyu: I Have Greeted Death

What did you see?

That was a good question. The smile on the Blind Man's face gradually faded, and her brows drew together slightly as worry flashed across her features.

She suddenly realized that she still knew far too little about them. Even after greeting several of them, she remained completely ignorant of them—or rather, of the One beyond them.

So there was actually a god in this world, in this game, whom the players had never known?

And one who could neither be looked upon, fathomed, nor foretold!

Since the One was so mysterious, how had Cheng Shi... found out about Him?

Who had told him?

The Blind Man's thoughts were in turmoil. She was not merely shaken by her own ignorance and recklessness. More than that, she was worried about the Fire Keeper traveling alongside her.

She had seen her own future, standing together with the Fire Keeper. Thus, she was worried that this divination of hers had exposed the mysterious Fire Keeper to the gaze of some irresistible existence.

This god whom Cheng Shi called the Source-Primordial was certainly of a higher rank than the sixteen existing gods. Otherwise, the One could not have directly destroyed His own Dice of Destiny and stolen His own life despite Lord of Grace's protection.

What kind of existence was the One, exactly? And what did He look like...?

The Blind Man's thoughts returned to that question. She had always sought to find a cognitive anchor of her own for every existence in the cosmos. Destiny's "vision" had helped her accomplish that feat, but this time, she had failed.

Because she had seen nothing—not even darkness!

The moment she shook the dice, she had already died.

As for what number the twenty-three-sided Dice of Destiny in her hand had rolled before