People often said that fate was fickle and fortune made fools of men.
When fate was happy, it gently caressed your face. When it was unhappy, it gave you a resounding slap across the face for no reason.
Mercurial and impossible to predict.
The fate origin was like a schizophrenic. You could never figure out what it was thinking.
Although Rice was the God of Fate, even she could not control her own destiny before the fate origin.
Rice did not like the fate origin's form, either. It was a complete lunatic.
Chen Luo no longer needed her ability, so why should she let this unwanted power force him into a fight with the fate origin?
Rice stripped the fate laws out of her body and said, "Take them back."
Naturally, Rice was unhappy at that moment, and the fate laws turned gray.
The gray laws hovered around Rice, unable to escape the enclosure of Chen Luo's spacetime energy.
Chen Luo gave Rice a surprised look, then smiled. That was Rice for you. She could discard the power of fate without a second thought.
As Rice had said, they were better off without it.
Chen Luo opened a gap, and the fate laws went straight into the fate origin's energy body.
Rice had lost her fate laws. Although she had chosen to discard them, pressure from the fate origin had played a part, too.
Chen Luo clenched his fists. You dare bully my Rice?
Rice shook Chen Luo's hand, telling him not to fight it.
A message surfaced in Chen Luo's mind: "Creature beyond fate, you had something to do with the darkness origin falling into slumber. You know nothing of the origins' power."
With that, the fate origin slowly faded into nothingness and disappeared.
Chen Luo's expression grew grave.