Lu Lincheng stepped out of the house, deeply troubled. In all his years as secretary-general, he had dealt with countless tedious affairs, yet none had ever weighed on him as heavily as this.
He was taking a risk. If the Supreme Committee had also been "bewitched," they would most certainly turn around and restrain him, the abnormal one. He also did not know whether this move would make the higher-ups suspicious of Lu Mingfei.
The rumors about Lu Mingfei in the outside world were still on the Supreme Committee's review agenda.
Only Jovini, Lu Mingfei, and Lu Mingze remained in the living room.
"Brother, he's gone to find the committee," Lu Mingze suddenly said. "I can tell you now that the Apocalypse Faction's leadership is in direct contact with the Holy Palace Medical Association. Odin is in the Arctic Ocean. If things go wrong, the timeline will restart. It wouldn't be the first time in the last thousand years. Are you going to push fate forward this time?"
"Push it? No."
Lu Mingfei reached out. Silver threads as fine as gossamer wound around his fingertips. As he slowly closed his hand, the threads gradually pulled taut, their other ends stretching into the distance in every direction. They were so fine that they looked like glimmering strands of spider silk.
White light gathered in his hand, forming a card.
[Apocalypse Faction: They encounter the truth, they believe in destruction, they fall into the web. An elite group of humans and Hybrids, intimidated and enticed by a draconic prince into becoming the wardens of the cage imprisoning the Supreme.]
"Fate... true fate." A flicker of surprise crossed Lu Mingze's eyes, and he sighed. "You aren't Urðr. You're Skuld. You're here to clear the board! No wonder that black dragon hasn't