Destiny Fusion

Cheng Shi had never been particularly fond of time.

For one thing, time stood opposed to Destiny, and existence was Nothingness's enemy. There was no reason to show an enemy a friendly face. For another, the shadow of time's sudden appearance before Afros still lingered in Cheng Shi's heart. He knew very little about time, and instinctively feared dealing with the unknown.

But now, his mindset had changed.

The moment he learned that the God of Merriment wanted him to fuse with time, his rejection of time suddenly turned into curiosity. He really wanted to know what role time played in the God of Merriment's plan—and whether it would agree to this fusion with Nothingness.

Deception had once said that any approach carrying its will was no longer an approach, but an act of drawing near. Thus, the road beneath Cheng Shi's feet had always been his own to walk. Though it had been filled from beginning to end with so-called guidance from Destiny, at least whenever he encountered one of them, he could state with righteous confidence: There was no shadow of the God of Merriment behind this meeting.

But this time was different. The God of Merriment had directly arranged a performance for him. Not only was the performance taking place on a stage built by the "enemy," but the advertisement for it even bore Destiny's name.

Cheng Shi was now like a helpless actor holding a script with a title but no content. He wanted to perform it as well as possible, yet he had no idea how he was supposed to act.

The most crucial problem was that he had no idea whether time was involved in this script!

My lord, my lord, did you reach an agreement with time, or was this merely a test?