At the entrance to the auction house.
Percy, who had been idling about, stared at the strange phenomenon that had suddenly appeared, his face going blank. "An existence above the Fate Controllers? Wait... what are Fate Controllers?"
"I think I saw it in the Grand Library. In ancient secrets of the Spirit Realm, Fate Controllers are beings even more powerful and unbelievable than the Age Controllers. They are powerful, evil... but also far more insane!"
An agent beside him, also dressed as a waiter, muttered his reply as he looked at the masked Aaron. "That's the customer who just bought that fragmentary page? He's in for bad luck... We don't need to interfere with anything that happens outside the auction house's bounds. Well, as long as their fight doesn't endanger innocent people."
Under Percy's gaze, the mysterious guest immediately tucked the fragmentary page into his clothes and slipped into the shadows.
But it was already too late!
Figures emerged from the auction house one after another and gave chase.
Among them, a person wearing a golden mask was the most desperate.
By the Dosom River.
Aaron sighed. "I'm getting worse and worse at fishing. But it's fine—if I can't reel them in, I'll force the catch!"
For now, it seemed that as long as he used enough bait, the results were fairly good.
In his intuition, the cold wind sweeping through the night, the ripples in the riverside reeds, the faint rustling at the treetops... all seemed to be spreading unbridled malice.
'Is this the Weaver's field of vision?'
Aaron murmured, lightly curling the index finger of his right hand as though tugging invisible threads.
The next moment, curses rang out from the darkness. "XXXX, Mason, why are you attacking me? Ah!"
"Careful... activate Spirit Vision! There are invisible