"Ah!!!"
"Why is this happening!?"
The white-haired Fate Painter clutched his hair in despair, looking utterly deranged.
"I already disrupted fate, and I've been monitoring it constantly, changing it every hour. How can he still use Future Sight!?"
The Fate Painter's roar cut off abruptly. He stared blankly at the white hair he had torn out, then began trembling helplessly.
"My... my hair is falling out!?"
He had always cared about his appearance and insisted on wearing white year-round. Seeing handfuls of hair in his hands, he completely fell apart.
"Could it be... that the Pioneer's control over fate really surpasses mine?"
"Tell us something we don't know," the curly-haired youth quipped without looking up from his handheld game console.
Pfft!
The Fate Painter spat out a mouthful of blood. His vision went black, and he fell flat on his backside.
"Qin! Ming! Shen!!"
He turned and glared, his eyes bloodshot, as though he wanted to devour the youth alive.
"What do you want with yours truly?"
"You mother****! What can you do besides play games!?"
The Fate Painter was beside himself with rage. "I'm working myself to death here for the Ashen Dawn. What about you? And you have the nerve to criticize me!?"
The curly-haired youth casually waved a hand, and a confidential letter appeared out of thin air, drifting into the Fate Painter's hands.
The moment the furious Fate Painter saw the letter, he froze.
He read it over and over, then looked up at the curly-haired youth in disbelief.
"Azure Dragon is defecting? He wants to join the Ashen Dawn!?
How is that possible? How did you pull it off?!"
The curly-haired youth answered without looking up. "It's only natural that you can't comprehend a god. After all, the slightest effort on my part already pushes