"Looks like you really enjoy being Fate's lapdog."
Bai Ye looked Painter up and down. This still wasn't his real body. The guy hadn't dared show up in person even once.
Bai Ye couldn't find him even with Fated Hit.
When it came to staying hidden, Painter was second to none.
"Black King, must you put it so harshly? It's called being God's Chosen. Doesn't that sound much grander?" Painter wore his signature obnoxious grin.
Bai Ye's eyes flickered. "Don't you want to break free of Fate's control?
If the Chief Judge destroys the world, or Fate descends, the world will end either way. Where does that leave you?
Did you spend all this time scheming just to get yourself killed too?"
Painter smiled. "Black King, you know me. I've always been willing to hurt myself if it hurts someone else."
Bai Ye's face darkened. He couldn't argue with that. It sounded exactly like Painter.
"What about your good brother?"
He pointed toward Gu Huangquan, who was fighting amid the distant Demon Army.
Painter glanced over. A complicated look crossed his eyes, then quickly vanished.
"What good brother? I used him as a shield, and he wants my corpse. We're just using each other.
I have no friends in this world. Everyone's my enemy!
So tell me, shouldn't I destroy the world?"
Bai Ye looked at Painter's sudden display of misery with surprise. "I mean... didn't you bring that on yourself?"
Painter: "..."
Bai Ye pressed on. "You offended everyone, then blamed them for hating you. So now you're helping the Chief Judge destroy the world to get back at them all?"
Painter's expression turned vicious, his fists clenched tight. "That's right! I want revenge on everyone!
They've falsely accused me, misunderstood me, made me take the blame! Every bad