The Butcher's Knife and the Fish

"Do you want to know my plan?"

Misfortune drew ever closer, the pressure mounting with every step.

Tang Chuan suddenly felt his scalp tingle. Even though his mind remained incomparably calm, his instincts under that crushing pressure were still impossible to suppress.

He met Misfortune's gaze. "What, you're going to tell us?"

Misfortune laughed. "Of course. You're my original body, after all. What couldn't I tell you?"

Ye Tai and Tang Chuan were both stunned. Was he really being this straightforward? Ask him anything, and he would say anything? No matter how they looked at it, it felt like a trap.

But at this point, they had no other choice but to play along.

Tang Chuan said, "In that case, what exactly are you planning to do?"

Misfortune answered directly, "My plan is this: walk up to you, kill you, and then become the Calamity Orthodox. That's all."

As he spoke, he drew ever nearer, his killing intent completely undisguised.

Ye Tai could hardly believe it. "That's it? Right here, right now, we settle this with our fists?"

Misfortune looked at him. "What else did you want?"

That intense killing intent made Ye Tai's hair stand on end. "How about we slow down a little? How can an Omnipotent God be this lacking in style? You can't just personally step in because of a disagreement—it doesn't suit you! Then all your efforts to drive those advanced civilizations out of control would have been for nothing. That was all painstaking work. Isn't it a waste to throw it away like this..."

This was far too abrupt.

You were really just going to charge in and start fighting?

Shouldn't you have been plotting something, with the veil over the mystery gradually lifted as we played against each other?

The situation had all