I'm Very Angry

"Very good, Calamity. This is how you should be. Even in your most insignificant state, you should possess such grandeur. Nothing in existence can wear away your supremacy. At last... I sensed a trace of threat from you. I'm very pleased."

Watching Tang Chuan grow ever stronger under the blessings of every side, finally able to gain a foothold amid his ferocious assault and even make him feel a hint of danger, Misfortune was neither shocked nor moved to stop him. Instead, he spoke those cryptic words and openly declared his satisfaction.

Could it really be as Misfortune said? Did he intend to make Calamity exhaust every last means at his disposal, then fall unwillingly beneath him, only satisfied after winning with an irresistible force?

But he couldn't play it like this. Did he have to get himself killed before he was satisfied?

He was endlessly drawing out Tang Chuan's potential, yet he could not erase him. Wasn't that completely contrary to the purpose he had shown?

Tang Chuan was draped in threads of power from the future, and he could also unleash that omniscient, omnipotent might. The heavy doubts in his heart erupted at this moment.

He noticed that the Misfortune before him had far too many suspicious points. Using his omniscient and omnipotent ability to extract the malice from Misfortune's body, he saw that he was interwoven with green and red.

According to Tang Chuan's ingrained understanding in this life, a green aura meant the absence of malice, perhaps even someone who could be considered part of his own camp.

A red aura, naturally, was like an enemy in an online game—a being with intense hostility toward him.

The Misfortune before him truly was a blend of red and green...

For a moment, Tang Chuan found it difficult