Cloud Thinking

Faced with this uninvited intruder, the black dragon's pupils suddenly contracted into slits, staring intently at Cammod.

At the same time, He slightly flapped His wings, completely concealing the most precious treasure in His bosom, as if guarding a treasure that no one else could covet.

Although Cammod couldn't see the whole picture, a strong intuition told him that the black dragon was protecting Helia herself.

Why would Helia, an imperial princess, have such a deep connection with a god who has long since fallen?

So intimate that their destinies are intertwined?

Could this be the real reason why Helia was able to slay the dragon, defeat the false god, and possess near-immortality?

He could not take another step forward, and thus could not foresee Helia's future.

Watersese is stationed here, clearly to prevent any uninvited guests from prying into the trajectory of her destiny, or rather...

To prevent anyone from altering her fate.

He had no choice but to retreat slowly and leave before he had fully angered the god of war.

The power of a deity should not be underestimated; even a tiny projection is still a manifestation of a god.

However, as soon as he moved, the calm water surface rippled again.

The splashing water broke the silence, once again awakening some slumbering beings.

Suddenly, a star lit up the pitch-black sky that had been completely dark.

The brilliant light illuminated the blurry mark hidden in the darkness behind it—a six-pointed star.

That is a symbol of the god of order.

Then a second star lit up, and next to the six-pointed star was a door—the symbol of the God of Time and Space.

Open books, four-petaled clover, embracing wings, blazing sun, eyes streaming with bloody tears, a crown of thorns...

One after another, divine symbols lit up, almost completely illuminating the dome of this world.

Among them were many symbols that even Cammod had never seen before and could not recognize, but he understood that each symbol represented the gaze of a god.

This means that Helia lived entirely under the gaze of the gods; she was a favored child of the gods.

When he looked away, he noticed a significant change in the black dragon's condition—

After the symbols of the gods lit up, He abandoned His previous composure and clearly revealed His anger.

Heads raised to the sky, revealing sharp claws and fangs, they assumed a fighting stance to meet the enemy.

Was He afraid that the gods would take away His treasure? Cammod wondered to himself.

But then, when he caught a glimpse of the divine figures faintly visible behind those symbols, a tearing pain suddenly shot through his eyes.

He had to close his eyes tightly, but the oppressive aura still forced him to lie prostrate on the ground, unable to lift his head.

My eyes burned with a fiery pain, as if flames were burning inside them, or as if a sharp object was stirring within them.

He could even feel an invisible hand pushing behind his eyeballs, trying to squeeze them out of their sockets.

As a believer favored by the goddess of fate, he was not without experience of confronting the divine.

But why this time...?

He collapsed to his knees in agony, crawling on the ground, the water almost submerging his neck.

He covered his eyes, which were constantly oozing blood and tears, with one hand, and barely supported himself on the ground with the other.

Just as he was struggling in this painful moment, he suddenly realized that beneath the surface of the water, or rather, beneath that layer that looked like a floor but was actually a mirror, there was another being sleeping.

Her size was enormous, even surpassing that of a black dragon, yet she maintained a human form.

Her fiery red hair swayed gently with the flowing water, and her slightly curled-up sleeping posture and tightly closed eyes indicated that she was in a deep sleep.

But that familiar face was one that Camo could never imagine, much less recognize.

Previously, this place was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

Now that the marks of the gods have illuminated the heavens, he is able to glimpse what lies beneath the water's surface—

If the sky is filled with gods, then what about the one slumbering underground...? Could it also be a god?

Helia...is she destined to become a god?

"Ugh!"

A cry of pain interrupted his thoughts, and Cammod abruptly pulled himself out of Helia's dreamlike illusion, his consciousness returning to reality.

He looked up in shock and saw a man with black hair and red eyes standing in front of the bed, looking down at him.

The person was playing with the conch necklace in their hand.

The moment Cammod saw this man, his hair stood on end; his instincts told him that this was an insurmountable enemy.

He cautiously moved back, watching the uninvited guest warily, his voice trembling: "You...you can't kill me..."

"Princess Helia still needs me..."

Yuros smiled disdainfully, clenched his fingers, and the conch necklace instantly turned into dust, scattering in the wind.

"Ha! You really think this is your life-saving card?" His tone was light, and he smiled, but anyone could hear the intense killing intent in his voice, almost tangible.

Camorde wisely chose to remain silent.

Yuros narrowed his eyes, a golden light flashing from the depths of his pupils, instantly seeing through Cammod's true identity.

"Ha! Followers of the goddess of fate?" He feigned surprise, reaching out to press down on Cammod's shoulder as he retreated, forcing the other to confront him. "It's been a long time. I thought they were all dead."

"Instead of staying in the Triple Temple of Destiny as your High Priest, you've come here to die?"

His hand moved upwards and pressed down on Cammod's head, as if with just a little force, the head would turn to dust like the conch necklace from before.

“You…you are…” Camo was shocked.

This is the first time someone has been able to see through his true identity in such a short time.

He had to take a second look at the man whose face was as beautiful as a woman's.

“Tell me, what do you want to do by approaching her?” Yuros asked instead of answering, leaning closer and forcing Cammod to look him in the eye.

"It was the association that wanted to arrest Princess Helia; I was just carrying out a mission." Cammod felt his emotions spiraling out of control.

He, who could maintain his dignity even in the presence of the gods, was now trembling with fear and almost lost control of his bladder.

"I...I was just curious...I didn't mean to harm her..."

This rebuttal is weak and feeble.

Curiosity? Does curiosity justify invading other people's privacy?

"If I said I was curious whether a person can retain consciousness after their head is separated from their body, would you let me break your neck?" Yuros asked with a smile.

Curiosity is never a valid reason.

Knowing he couldn't fool anyone, Camorde promptly lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "It's my fault, I apologize."

But then she hardened her tone: "But it's not up to you to deal with me. Princess Helia still needs me."

Yuros scoffed, "Need you? Who do you think you are? You really think you're something special?"

His five fingers, which were pressed against Cammod's head, gradually tightened.

In the still of the night, the creaking sound of flesh and bone pressing together was chilling.

A hint of pleasure flashed in his crimson eyes: "Even if I kill you now, my sister won't blame me."

"She was willing to give her life for me, so why would she give up something as insignificant as you?"

Cammod struggled helplessly and cried out for help, but no one responded.

He tried to break free with his hands and feet, but in Jurassus's eyes it was nothing more than childish play.

He felt his skull was about to shatter, leaving at least five deep finger marks.

At the critical moment of life and death, a dark purple light burst forth from his heart, repelling Yuros and enveloping Cammod in a halo, forming a protective barrier.

Yuros glanced at his burned fingers, then at the curled-up Cammod, and sneered, "Ha! The protection of a goddess?"

The most troublesome thing about saints is this: someone of equal or weaker strength can gain divine protection through faith and instantly become powerful and difficult to deal with.

But Julius was no ordinary man.

He suddenly struck out with his palm, a dark red light surging within, and slammed it heavily onto the barrier.

The aftershocks from the impact shook the entire room.

At the same time, dozens of blood-red, thorny vines, each as thick as an arm, shot out from behind him and pierced towards Cammod with overwhelming force.

The barrier immediately creaked under the strain.

Seeing that it was about to shatter, Camod knew that the enemy was coming with overwhelming force, and no longer sat idly by waiting for death, he began to pray devoutly to the god he believed in:

"...Fate! Please grant me protection!"

He chanted the incantation extremely quickly—a fact that Helia had personally verified.

When a shadowy figure appeared behind him, Yuros clicked his tongue in slight annoyance and withdrew his hand.

Taking advantage of the moment, Camorde leaped off the bed and rushed towards the window, only to crash into an invisible barrier with a "thud."

This place is already an impregnable prison; how could he be allowed to come and go as he pleases?

Yoros's eyes shone with golden light, and his long, black hair gradually turned white from the roots.

With a wave of his hand, countless air blades rained down on Cammod, carving cracks into the reinforced barrier.

Camorde fought back fiercely, using the power bestowed upon him by the gods to unleash a series of magic bullets.

But Yuros casually waved his hand, deflecting the attack, and the magic bullet immediately disappeared into the darkness—

It was as if an unspeakable monster lurked in the shadows, silently devouring these dazzling magic spells as if they were eating candy.

Knowing he couldn't hold out much longer, Camorde focused on breaking through the barrier that was trapping him.

Seeing that he was about to escape, Jurassus's attack became even more intense.

But strangely, he always kept his distance from Camord and never got close.

Cammod realized this too. If not now, when?

If they alert Helia or the others in the academy, it will be even harder to escape!

He pressed his five fingers to his chest, chanted softly, and then pulled outwards—dense red lines emerged from his heart, piercing towards the window under his guidance, tearing apart the invisible yet indestructible barrier.

This is the power of fate.

Each red line represents the fate of someone he has spied on.

He can draw strength from the destinies of others.

Peeping into fate is extremely costly; the Tanasa family even had to sacrifice their lifespan to gain access to it. So how did Cammod manage to profit instead of lose? Where did these powers come from?

From those abandoned paths of fate.

Everyone's future holds infinite possibilities.

Standing at the crossroads of life, each choice corresponds to a different trajectory of destiny, signifying different lives.

Camord peers into the fates of others, severs the less likely paths, and draws power from them.

Therefore, he was not merely prying into Helia's fate out of curiosity—he came to draw upon the power of her destiny's trajectory.

The more powerful a person is, the more profound the impact of their choices on those around them.

And this influence naturally includes changing the fate of others.

This means that every choice she makes is crucial, and her own destiny carries immense weight.

Whichever path she chooses, it will trigger a major upheaval.

This is the real reason why Camord has his eye on Helia.

As the most sought-after figure at the moment, he single-handedly turned the entire empire upside down—how could such a figure not be coveted?

But before he could climb out the window and jump down, his feet were entangled in vines, and he was dragged back.

Despite the excruciating pain, Kamod formed a mudra with his hands in front of his chest and rapidly chanted ancient incantations.

As he chanted, the red lines extending from his heart suddenly burst forth with dazzling blood light, dancing wildly in the air like living things.

"Threads of fate, heed my command!" he roared, and the red thread shot towards Yuros like a venomous snake.

A hint of surprise flashed in Yuros's eyes, but it quickly turned into a cold laugh.

The blood-red, thorny vines behind him suddenly swelled, transforming into an impenetrable barrier.

The red thread collided violently with the vines, producing a teeth-grinding tearing sound.

"Is that all you've got?" Yuros said dismissively, pushing his palm forward.

Dark red energy gathered in his palm, forming a swirling vortex.

As soon as the red lines touched the vortex, they were pulled by an invisible hand and began to twist and deform uncontrollably.

Camor's face turned pale, and he bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The blood turned into a blood mist in the air, merging with the red line.

The red thread, empowered by the blood, suddenly became much more powerful, and actually tore apart Yuros's energy vortex.

“Interesting.” Yuros raised an eyebrow, and the vines behind him suddenly split into hundreds of tiny tentacles, shooting towards Cammod like a rainstorm.

Each tentacle was tipped with sharp barbs, making a whooshing sound as it cut through the air.

Camord hurriedly retreated, simultaneously moving his hands rapidly to create a protective net woven from the threads of fate in front of him.

The tentacles struck the web, producing a dense crackling sound.

The protective netting was shaking violently and looked like it was about to break.

At this critical moment, a resolute glint flashed in Cammod's eyes.

He suddenly ripped off a lock of his hair, which spontaneously combusted in mid-air, turning into a ball of eerie blue flame.

"In the name of destiny, I borrow the power of the afterlife!" he roared, and the ghostly blue flames suddenly expanded, engulfing all the attacking tentacles.

Yuros finally showed a serious expression.

He clasped his hands together, and an eerie black mist began to emanate from his body. Within the mist, countless distorted faces could be vaguely seen wailing, a chilling sight.

"Have you had enough fun?" Jurass's voice suddenly became hollow and distant. "It's time to end this."

The black mist surged toward Kamod like a tide, swallowing up even the light in its wake.

The protective net that Kamod had set up was as fragile as paper in the face of the black fog, and it crumbled instantly.

Camord's face turned pale; he knew he had run out of options.

But just as the black mist was about to engulf him, he made one last struggle—

He bit his finger and drew a complex rune in the air.

The runes emitted a blinding golden light, temporarily halting the advance of the black mist.

"In the name of the goddess of fate, I curse you!" Cammod screamed hoarsely. "Every choice you make will lead to the worst possible outcome!"

Upon hearing this, Yuros showed a serious expression for the first time.

But soon, he regained his composed demeanor.

"Curse me?" He chuckled. "Do you think fate can bind the gods?"

Before he could finish speaking, the black mist suddenly surged, instantly engulfing Cammod's figure, leaving only his shrill screams echoing in the room.

When the black mist dissipated, Camord was already collapsed on the ground, unconscious.

Yuros stood there, looking thoughtfully at his palm.

“A curse of fate…” he muttered to himself, “That’s rather interesting.”