Jiang Hao was not surprised that the Goddess of Fortune and Lady of Misfortune had moved against him.
There was a saying among the gods: when you chose your Authority, you chose your enemies.
Now that he had set out on the divine path to becoming the Fate Sovereign, other gods might back down, curry favor, or even pledge allegiance. The Goddess of Fortune and Lady of Misfortune, however, would never retreat.
Either he gave up, or he drove them back.
He had prepared for their attacks from the start. He had even worked out what might happen once the two goddesses turned their Authority against him:
Food would get stuck between his teeth, water would go down the wrong pipe, and every breath would draw dust into his lungs. Wherever he went, someone would jump out to mock him. Defeat the young, and their elders would come; defeat the elders, and unrelated people would show up. The opponents would keep growing stronger until someone far beyond him was dragged into it.
In the end, he would either become the protagonist of a Feel-Good Webnovel, climbing to the pinnacle over the bodies of villains and supporting characters, or the protagonist of a Tragic Webnovel, tormented half to death until he had no choice but to flee back to Blue Star.
But fortune had clearly favored him. Only now had the Goddess of Fortune and Lady of Misfortune realized his goal and begun targeting him.
By this point, he had a better way to deal with their Authority.
Jiang Hao took out the Quill and Notebook, ready to write.
The moment he started, the cup in the hand of the man across from him flew out. Scalding water splashed onto Jiang Hao's face, then ran down his cheeks in drops.
"I'm