The Wasteland.
Aboard the Fateway Galaxy Train.
Zhuxing Tu, who had only recently finished clearing the Platform, wore an apron as she leisurely cooked in the kitchen.
From time to time, she listened to Fate's whispers, smiling knowingly when she heard something amusing.
Suddenly, a sublime voice made her drop the spatula in her hand.
"Dream... weaving? Another Blasphemy Card has appeared?!"
She turned into a wisp of starlight and instantly returned to the enormous Astrology Platform.
Twelve Fate Cards manifested together.
At their center, the Blasphemy Card named Astrology practitioner shone with dazzling light.
"Who is it? Who?"
Streams of galactic light surged ceaselessly through her eyes.
She unraveled the river of fate, thread by thread.
In the blink of an eye, countless voices and pieces of information flooded Zhuxing Tu's mind.
The excessive information made her consciousness reel, and her mind reached its breaking point in an instant.
But she could not find it...
She still could not find it.
It was exactly the same feeling as when Ye Qiyan possessed a Blasphemy Card.
"Could it be him again? No, that's not right..."
Zhuxing Tu rejected the idea.
Although Ye Qiyan already possessed two, breaking the rule that one person could only possess a single Blasphemy Card.
This time was different from usual.
She knew the card's name.
[Dreamweaver]
If it really belonged to Ye Qiyan again, she should not even have known its name.
"Dreamweaver, Dreamweaver... just who could it be?"
She stabbed a gemstone-studded dagger into her lower abdomen.
Blood flowed into the grooves on the Astrology Platform.
The power of fate was continually drawn upon, but...
There was still nothing.
Fate failed to give her an answer.
Zhuxing Tu lay in the pool of blood, not caring in the slightest that her clothes were stained