When the psychic suggestion hidden deep within Chris's soul was forcibly shattered, Tartarus received an alert that the spell had failed at once. However, what truly drove him into a rage was not the spell's failure, but the official investigation that followed. Before long, Imperial government enforcers came to his door with overwhelming force, directly revoking his legal licenses to hold any competitions or operate a planet on Lochbach, under the charge of "endangering the personal safety of Imperial citizens." At the same time, he was forced to pay an astronomical fine—one large enough to bankrupt an ordinary financial conglomerate.
For an underground kingpin of Tartarus's caliber, worldly wealth and licenses were nothing but fleeting clouds. He did not care about those losses at all. What truly left him feeling as if thorns were pricking his back, burning with anxiety, was that he had completely botched the supreme mission issued by that extremely secretive organization known as the Underworld.
He irritably waved away the messenger who had come to report the losses, then sank into contemplation alone in the dim room.
Not long ago, the secret organization known as the Underworld had just received the full support of a powerful diviner who possessed an extremely thin yet pure Seer Bloodline. That diviner had not hesitated to drain her own life force to forcibly glimpse the river of fate, ultimately divining several "key Fate Nodes" that would determine the future direction of the Arcane Empire. However, because of the Imperial Family's terrifying shielding of the Law of Causality, the diviner could not precisely determine who they were. She could only provide a list of suspects with extremely high probabilities.
And on that top-secret list of only five people, Chris Qiu's name was conspicuously included.
Tartarus repeatedly calculated the implications of his