Dole had not expected such a change. He split off a tiny Sacred Scarab and had it follow.
The tiger fled at great speed and soon reached a riverbank. It slowly came to a stop there, turned its head to look back at where it had been, and appeared thoroughly bedraggled. Just then, a level-six crocodile suddenly lunged out of the water, clamped its jaws around the tiger's head, and twisted hard. The tiger did not even have time to make a sound before it died on the spot.
The corners of Dole's mouth lifted slightly. So this could be used on anyone who offended him in the future—silent and without a trace.
Just then, Dole sensed a tiny change in his fate line.
He frowned, not knowing what had happened.
In the Babel Tower laboratory, Dole's Silicon-Based Avatar was studying the stone slab. One magic rune after another was laid out beside it.
Farther away, sheet after sheet of paper was covered in all manner of rune combinations—the results of tested effects.
Just then, the stone slab suddenly gave off a gentle glow. There were no energy fluctuations, no magic fluctuations. A line of words was projected from within the light.
"Those who manipulate fate shall ultimately be manipulated by fate."
Dole was startled. He immediately retreated two meters from the stone slab and activated all the defenses on his body.
He stared calmly at the line of words, unable to understand its meaning.
Those who manipulate fate shall ultimately be manipulated by fate—what did that mean? Did it mean that even if one could manipulate fate, the outcome would still be far from good?
Just like them? Dole thought of his parents.
Dole stopped the experiment and carefully pondered those words.
The slab's glow quickly faded, and