The damage had of course been self-inflicted. Fu Qian had always been confident in his ability to dish out explosive damage.
Unfortunately, it seemed that all that damage had somehow been conveyed to him in an abstract way.
He'd encountered things like reflected damage before, but this didn't seem to be the same concept.
Based on his earlier deductions, he had indeed landed his attacks on his opponent. They had simply been sealed away for the time being.
And in the situation before him, as the sealed damage manifested, it seemed that most of it had been signed over to him.
No wonder the Serpent of Fate was so calm. From beginning to end, it had never considered trading blows or trying to deal some damage.
At this rate, the harder he hit, the sooner he'd end up killing himself.
"Since the day of his birth, the Tyrant has made countless people feel the destruction he brings... Now I, too, have felt it: this savage decay, the full stop at the end of everything...
"But have you ever considered that the decay of decay, the end of endings, might be something even more wonderful?"
As Fu Qian summed up the results of his further tests, the Serpent of Fate's lament came at the same time.
It seemed the Tyrant had already earned quite a reputation from the very beginning—and had gotten by on sheer strength. Was that part of his authority, too?
As for what came next, it was practically an admission that the damage Fu Qian had suffered came from its manipulation of fate.
"Back to my earlier question. I know what it sent you here to do, but do you really know what you're here to do?
"Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't. You'll do what