"You two," Lu Mingze suddenly turned around, his gaze sharp, "don't seriously think I can't hear you, do you?"
In the past, Mai Sakatoku and Su Enxi might have been cowed by the Boss's authority, silent as cicadas in winter. But now, the two merely exchanged a knowing glance, then nodded in unison with tiny movements, letting out muffled "Mm-hmms" through their noses.
Lu Mingze looked at them and suddenly sighed softly. "Sigh, people's hearts have scattered. This team's getting harder to manage."
His power had always been limited in its ability to directly interfere with the real world. He needed a fulcrum, a body capable of bearing his strength, to fully wield his abilities.
In the past, he held the "script" in his hand. Certain fragments of Fate's tangled, chaotic threads would unfold before his eyes in advance. With that information, he could calmly lay his plans and steer everything onto a seemingly inevitable course.
But now, Fate was a mess. The script was covered in revisions, riddled with errors. He had gone from a devil who saw through all things to an ordinary player caught in the game. The mysterious haze surrounding him had faded considerably without him even realizing it.
Distance bred authority, and imagination as well. When distance was narrowed by reality, when the halo of his "prophecies" dimmed, his power to intimidate fell off a cliff.
No matter how he looked at it, it was all He Xiaomeng's fault!
Lu Mingze grumbled inwardly.
That guy, once utterly insignificant amid the cracks of Fate, had somehow become the butterfly that first flapped its wings.
Tiny ripples spread outward, eventually gathering into a devastating storm that tore the "course" he knew—the one that should have gone straight ahead—to pieces.
His brother had changed. That brother who had