Face-to-Face?

Alien Domain Stellar Sea, Wusheng's territory.

Deep space lay silent. Fine transparent threads converged into a vast, surging ocean, rising and falling beneath the starlight as they pierced through layer upon layer of space, stretching toward the Human Territory.

At the source of the threads, ten cold white fingers hung high beneath the Star Dome, controlling the flow of countless threads like a sovereign.

Except...

At this moment, this "sovereign" was somewhat irritable.

The ten fingertips trembled without pause, stirring wave after wave of ripples across the vast sea where the threads converged.

Behind the ten fingers, a blood-red robe snapped in the wind, while visible fury blazed within the two void eye sockets of the mask.

"Little Rat! This Seat rules all living beings and directs Fate, yet you dare toy with This Seat!!!"

His fury burned fiercely. His almost tangible gaze fixed viciously upon the ocean of threads, chasing the endlessly appearing "abnormal disturbances."

Ten years had passed, and this "Little Rat" had become ever more brazen. The frequency of the "disturbances" was also increasing faster and faster.

From every few days at the beginning, it had gradually shortened to every few hours, and now... less than a minute!

More than sixty times an hour, a full fifteen hundred times a day!

In a single short day, this "Little Rat" would stir the Thread of Destiny fifteen hundred times right before the master of this throne!

"Again and again, This Seat will make you pay the price!"

Wusheng's eyes turned savage. His ten fingers trembled into afterimages as they lunged after it time and time again.

However...

Each successive pounce ultimately missed.

Or rather, he was one step too slow!

Though the "disturbances" had become more frequent, each one still involved only a single thread, one among countless