Re: Player-Chapter 155 [Enchantress!]

[Black Shadow's POV]

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And he vanished from my sight along with the rest of the city as I broke down the key plates in the sky that he created for me in hindsight.

This fate weaver… Adam.

"Did he really only unlock two restrictions?" I thought as I looked at the threads of fate still lingering around me, in various colors, including black and white.

Threads of fates are something that form the basis of the laws of the world. Different colors mean different destinies.

Red means that you will achieve power, blue means peace. Though in power you may also lose everything, and in peace you may lose your mind too.

While you will definitely reach the ending set for you, whether you will gain everything and reach there or lose everything, it doesn't matter. That's just how it is.

A single person has multiple destinies set for him. During his course of life, certain choices will break a couple of threads, making such that only one thread remains by the end.

It happens during extremely crucial points of their lives where they have to make grave decisions. In a way, impacting the rest of their lives. It happens only once or twice in their lives.

Certain individuals who are favored with luck and have a great will forge their own destinies during those events. It's rare, but it happens.

Though the new destiny is generally white. Those white threads are empty, and get coloured based on the decisions of the individuals.

And then there are destinies that are absolutely doomed. It happens when people create newer destinies but fail to achieve that path. Their previous destinies do not support their existence, and the creation of fallen, black destiny takes place.

That's what the black threads denote.

"How long are you going to hide? Didn't you have enough fun spectating?" I spoke as I saw through the illusion of the being standing at a distance from us.

"It amused me. Watching an ant actually get out of a storm of fate unscathed. Perhaps he is a stronger ant that I expected," spoke that being as she walked out of the illusion she created.

Black eyes with a golden hue. A beauty that enchants even other primordials. Wearing a black dress, she walked towards me with a dazzling smile on her face. Her eyes looked at me for a second before turning to the inspectors, who were kneeling behind me.

"Primordial Goddess of Night, the Enchantress," I spoke out her name, making her look at me again. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"I know. I will let you go after this. With this, you are free to live your little life… not like there is much left to it anyway," she spoke with a lack of interest as she clicked her fingers.

And the mark of death on my neck vanished as I sighed in relief.

"But you really are lucky. If that ant had killed this vassal. Or perhaps even harmed him with even a single scratch, he would have been deemed useless. At that point, your existence would have vanished too, haha," she laughed as she looked at the boney inspector.

Her laugh was sending chills down my entire body, making me barely able to stand on my legs.

"[Bind]" she muttered and that boney inspector vanished from there without leaving a trace behind.

"I guess fate still wants me around," I muttered slightly with my head down, trying not to anger her. And she laughed before speaking.

"Perhaps. Who knows, you might have another use for me?"

And then she vanished from there in a whirlwind, while I looked at those black threads of fate vanishing along with her.

-Thud!

Falling on my knees, I breathed out in relief as I finally felt my life in my own hands.

"Mast…er…?" And the black-haired inspector, who was somehow still alive after being in the presence of that Enchantress, spoke out with intense fear in her eyes.

"You are-" I was about to ask how she is still alive, but then I saw…

Papers. About thousands of miniscule papers that were hard to see with naked eyes revolved around her slowly.

From a distance they seemed like dust, but on a more careful look they were magic engines that were blocking her senses in most aspects. If not for those paper arrays, she would have been dead already.

"He knew, didn't he?" My eyes opened wide as I looked at the inspector, looking up at me with fear.

From the start to the end. He knew everything.

I recalled the entire fight that had happened just a few minutes ago.

Not once the inspector was harmed, but he was always in his range. The threads of fate that normally coincide once or twice in a lifetime, tangled and separated hundreds of times, forming the most suitable outcome for that guy.

If anyone had died in the city, I would have been killed. If the city broke down, the threads might have killed the inspector, in turn killing me.

'He knew about the fates… he knew about the enchantress too… he knew about the inspector's condition… he knew everything…' the more I thought about it, the more goosebumps covered my flesh.

In fact, I knew this the moment I stood in front of him.

The reason I didn't interfere was because I couldn't… As someone who can openly see through the fate of threads. All I saw was that if I interfered in this fight before a certain time, I would die.

Killing that fate weaver meant my death as well… no no… was it even possible with the laws intact?

But there was something far more amusing to it than all of this…

'That Enchantress… she didn't know that he knew… from her behavior… she seemed to still hold him by lower standards. Yet… why is it like…' I felt a sudden rising fear from the line of thought that I had…

'Why is it like that the Enchantress played right into his hands? A primordial getting played by a fate weaver? Was that even possible?!!' I questioned, as I couldn't even fathom what was going on.

Primordials and those fate weavers…

Each of them are monsters.

I might have taken him as a weakling too if not for what I had seen today.

"I should make it a rule to underestimate none of those monsters, no matter how they look," I sighed in the end as I sat on the ground with a relaxed expression.

Let's leave the problems of the future for the time when it comes.

"Let's just celebrate this hard earned freedom for now," I spoke as I looked at the black-haired inspector.