Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 470 Garlic seasoning, garlic seasoning, everyone's having a tough time...

On the starry table of the underworld, countless galaxies flow between the bas-relief patterns.

On the long table, the gods were flipping through two books in front of them, and the books were making a screeching sound.

“This is unreasonable. Fate cannot be so concretely represented.” From time to time, a deity uttered a soft, almost murmured sigh, but then, as if deflated, he sighed again: “But now fate has already appeared…”

As the undisputed protagonist among the gods at this moment, Klein Moretti unconsciously traced the embossed patterns on the edge of the long table with his fingertips.

Beneath Mr. Fool's gray mist mask, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly—if a "clown" with supernatural abilities were present at this moment, they would surely be amazed by the exquisite control this deity had over his facial muscles.

"So, boss. This is the little 'surprise' you were talking about showing us?"

Beneath Klein's gray mist mask, the corner of his mouth twitched with a subtle range that only the "Joker" could achieve.

The two bronze tomes laid out before him exuded an aura of destiny. The spine of "Lord of Mysteries" was entwined with wriggling spirit worms, while the cover of "Ring of Destiny" constantly emanated the gray-white mist unique to the Celestial Venerable.

"I have to say, this is quite a 'surprise'."

He sighed silently in his heart at the supreme being sitting in the main seat beside him, named 'Taiwei Yuqing Zhifu Yuli Hanzhen Tidao Ziwei Dadijun'.

Even now, no matter how much Klein's spirit trembles and roars, he is unable to control himself, is in a daze, and cannot govern himself.

But he had already vaguely sensed that this person might not be the real "Ziwei Emperor" from mythology, who ruled over all stars, controlled all things, and created the three realms of heaven, earth, and humanity.

Klein, at least, never expected that in any version of the myth, this "Emperor Ziwei" would not use any divine arts, artifacts, immortal techniques, or magical treasures—the kind of mysterious and divine innate treasures—to fight his enemies. Instead, he would directly wield his enormous fists, smashing galaxies with each punch and taking down extraterrestrial gods with each bite.

Klein had personally witnessed the descent of one Sequence 0 deity after another, who then assumed power, and this was enough to make him exclaim, "Divine grace is as vast as the sea, and divine might is as powerful as a prison!" The power of the gods was beyond comprehension!

Even he himself once had the greatest wish to become the "Fool" of Sequence 0 of the "Diviner" pathway.

However, it wasn't until the sudden arrival of the Ziwei Emperor that Klein truly understood that there were countless quantitative differences between "strong" and "strong"!
One punch could create an entire galaxy!?
Can you traverse a distance of hundreds of millions of light-years in one step?
Hundreds of billions of stars, tens or even hundreds of times more, can all be contained within the palm of your hand!
seriously?
What kind of numerical monster has been born?!

Is such terror truly a force that should exist within the real material plane?!
Such a powerful, domineering, and strong demeanor could only be displayed by this person, who was still wearing the "Emperor Ziwei" outfit, sitting upright on the main seat, exuding an ethereal aura. The surrounding area was filled with the brilliant light of the sun, moon, and stars, like a thousand suns shining together. The emperor's divine might was awe-inspiring, and one could not look directly at him.

Otherwise, Klein would have really thought this was some mythical seventh sense Saint Seiya character, or some crazy martial god with a million-horsepower magnetic field who had suddenly wandered onto the wrong set!
"Ah~"

"But what exactly is this big shot's background, and what significance does he have for me? I haven't even been able to solve my own problems yet."

The sounds of arguing across the long table suddenly seemed distant.

Klein sighed softly. In the teacup made from hellish soil to his left, the crimson petals of the Hellfire Spider Lilies reflected his distorted image, much like the "Fool" in the pages of "Lord of Mysteries," who stepped into the abyss step by step and, in the era of "The Ring of Destiny," could not even describe what he was.

Yes, Klein was certain that during the "Ring of Destiny" era, he most likely lost the battle of wills with the Celestial Venerable. Otherwise, how could there be such a huge difference in his personality and character between the two eras, even though only a few years had passed? They were practically two different people!

Perhaps I didn't feel any discomfort at the time when I was in the timeline of "The Ring of Fate," and even felt it was all justified, both spiritually and divinely.

But once he transcends the passage of time and stands once again in the position of an external observer, looking down upon his own self in the two timelines of "Lord of Mysteries" and "Ring of Fate," he feels nothing but a chill down his spine!
At this moment, Klein's spiritual intuition was frantically warning him that at least six divine gazes were piercing through the gray mist and scanning him back and forth.

"boom!"

The teacup in Klein's hand suddenly shattered, but the porcelain shards mysteriously froze in mid-air as they fell.

His shadow split into three parts in the blue flames of the underworld—a clown in a tuxedo mocking fate, a crazed bounty hunter with a gun, and a blurry figure shrouded in gray mist.

"that's not me."

Mr. Fool's voice rang out simultaneously from three directions, echoing with a sense of temporal and spatial displacement, "At least not entirely."

Touching the author's name on the two books, Klein genuinely wondered if he, the "Fool," was inherently incompatible with the "audience" category.

When I was a Sequence 9 Diviner, I was manipulated by the "Audience" pathway seal, feeling like I was dying and unable to stop.

Now that I'm already a "Fool" at Sequence Path 0, I look up and find myself still trapped in the "Writer's" grasp, manipulated and unable to escape. It seems my advancement to the Sequence 0 "Fool" at the "Diviner" path was all for nothing!
"With the 'audience' approach being so powerful, how can the game continue if it's not nerfed?"

The thought of the "Celestial Venerable" within him, still stirring and ready to reap the rewards, only now quieting down slightly, filled Klein with indescribable emotions.

Oh, right.

Klein suddenly realized that Adam, the uncrowned true god at the next table who was the "spectator" pathway, was also suffering from the same torment as him, with the "God" inside him awakening at any time.

Adam, who is at the very top of the "spectator" pathway and can even directly conceive of the uniqueness of other pathways, ultimately finds that his entire fate is controlled by other "spectators".

Such a starkly ironic reality is truly...

"Sigh..." Klein sighed silently again. This situation, this fate and reality, truly confirmed what Old Huang had just said—

"Garlic seasoning, garlic seasoning, everyone's having a tough time..."

"Clap clap clap..." Suddenly, a crisp clapping sound came from the end of the long table.

(End of this chapter)