The World Guardians' Request

The Net of Fate was a comprehensible manifestation of fate.

A living being's senses were limited, even for a Dominator.

When living beings encountered something they could not understand, that thing would present itself in a form they could comprehend.

The Net of Fate was one such form that Richard—and even wizards—could understand.

Richard looked at the black thread of fate. Its length seemed limitless. At least, with Richard's senses, he still could not see where it began.

The length of a fate thread represented time. That meant the owner of this black thread had an origin so ancient it defied imagination.

"Civilization Devourer?" Richard murmured inwardly.

Yet although the Civilization Devourer's fate thread had no visible beginning, its end could be seen.

Richard could clearly see that the fate thread representing his own destiny was tightly connected to that black thread.

No matter how the black thread thrashed, it was futile.

Beyond the point where the two fate threads intersected, the Civilization Devourer's fate thread ceased to exist.

And that meant death—true death.

Yet beyond that point, Richard could no longer see his own fate thread either.

"Is this my end?"

Richard stared at that point, and his heart suddenly became calm.

"It does not have to be your end."

A voice suddenly rose within Richard's heart—it was his own voice.

After that voice appeared, a surge of rage abruptly burst forth within him. Why should his fate be manipulated? Why did he have to die?

He had only just become a Crown, an existence above tens of thousands in the Wizard World.

Why could he not enjoy his wonderful life, instead having to fight that monster to the death?

Why?!

"Heh, so it really was one of your tricks." Richard suddenly spoke.

"Although Curse Crown did indeed see