Creak—
As obligingly as ever, Fu Qian pushed the door open.
The door was clearly of mediocre quality, and it made an unpleasant sound as it swung.
Fortunately, the space inside was cramped, making it easy to spot one figure—and the only one there.
"Serpent of Fate?"
Four-character names weren't uncommon these days, so Fu Qian greeted him quite naturally.
He even walked over and took a seat in an empty chair.
The man looked like an ordinary citizen.
Brown hair, gray eyes, average height, ordinary features. The only thing that stood out was the floral shirt on his upper body.
But considering the place he was in, it didn't seem all that strange.
"King of Prison Break?"
While calmly meeting Fu Qian's scrutiny, the other man showed no shortage of courtesy. He gave a slight nod and returned the greeting.
Compared with the other Higher Beings he'd met, this one was surprisingly candid at first glance, readily admitting who he was.
"Too bad you're a fake."
Fu Qian hadn't even finished giving him a like before the other man changed the subject without waiting for an answer, candidly identifying Fu Qian as well.
"That's fine. As long as you're real."
Fu Qian's response was to keep up the scoundrel act he'd maintained all the way here. Sitting steadily in his chair, he suggested looking on the bright side.
As expected of the Serpent of Fate.
In theory, the relationship between him and the King of Prison Break was a secret among Higher Beings.
Even the Higher Being acquaintances he'd met earlier had been uncertain about the specifics.
Yet this one had only needed a glance to expose the heart of that secret.
Even as an opponent, Fu Qian had to admit the man was impressive.
As for Fu