"Oh, this dragon is interesting. It possesses power beyond the norm and numerous enhancements, as well as... something unknown. A talent, then? Zodiac Cards and cards I don't recognize. Zhuxing Tu, your Imperial Sequence really is getting stronger and stronger."
Trade Star, the top floor of the Black Market terminal.
The many Black Market guards knelt prostrate in a ring, their bodies pierced by spiraling tentacles.
A man wrapped entirely in black, with only a pair of brown eyes exposed, stood at the center of this ring of corpses.
"Long time no see, Vainsol. What a disappointment that you're still alive."
Zhuxing Tu, bearing thirteen Fate Cards, appeared at the other end. Her eyes, flowing with galaxies, looked coldly at the ring beneath his feet.
"Your taste is as poor as ever. You chose to become the Wasteland Species Apex back then, yet you've actually returned to the human world. What's wrong? Couldn't bear staying in your desolate world domain anymore?"
Had anyone familiar with Zhuxing Tu been there, they would certainly have been surprised.
Before outsiders, she had never shown such an expression of disgust toward anyone, and that disgust was mingled with hatred and anger.
"Heh, I knew it. As long as I appeared outside my desolate world domain, you would definitely hear it. When it comes to being revolting, Zhuxing Tu, you're the best at it.
"What? You can hear fate, so don't you know my purpose? Besides, if you thought you could stop me this time, you wouldn't be making that face.
"The World-Destroying Witch, the Star-Fate King who toys with fate, the master of Falling Star.
"I took a look at some reports from recent years. It's been a long time since you orchestrated a great fate. Have you lived so long that you want