An Xiaotong! God Won't Let You Die!

"I f***ing hate the Painter!!"

Bai Ye's expression twisted with rage as he watched the scenes from the past.

In the scene, Mr. Bai removed his mask, revealing the Painter's face.

So it had all been the Painter's doing. Fuck!

No wonder the probability of An Xiaotong's death was so high in the future. [Fated Hit] could manipulate Fate, gathering the infinite possibilities of the future and forcing them onto predetermined Fate Lines.

No matter what choices were made now, [Fated Hit] could influence the Fate Lines to a certain extent, correcting them toward the destined future.

This was the ability of the Painter, one of the Ten Kings. Across the lands of North Mang, countless people cursed the Painter for being evil, but no one ever called him weak.

In the past, Bai Ye saw many things. He saw Wolf Shepherd Lord, the double agent; he saw Qin Songting trying to capture An Xiaotong and contain the Pangu USB Drive; and he saw Tianqi Lu forget his roots!

Soon, he saw that while he was messaging An Xiaotong through the text communicator, she was training in the underground training room, yet the text communicator at home mysteriously lit up on its own.

The buttons on it seemed to be pressed rhythmically by an invisible hand, replying to each message one by one!

Controlling the communicator from afar to reply to messages—was that the Painter's doing too!?

Did the Painter's [Fated Hit] have such an effect as well?

Bai Ye realized something was wrong.

Thinking carefully about Mr. Bai's manner of speaking, it did not seem quite the same as the Painter's.

The Painter was a thrill-seeker. He liked to act calm and detached in front of others, but Mr. Bai did not seem to be pretending. The dead-water stillness