Great Prophet God, allow me to ask: Is fate impossible to predict?
Great Master of Fate, grant me the answer: Is fate meant to be this way?
Great Star Spirit, permit me to question: Can fate not be changed?
I answered them one by one: I don’t know.
I know, but I don’t know.
I know the fate of every person, I know the future of every god, I can see the direction of the entire world, and I will witness the moment of destiny’s arrival with my own eyes.
But I don’t know.
I don’t know if fate is impossible to predict, I don’t know if fate is meant to be this way, I don’t know if fate cannot be changed, not even by the slightest margin.
I witness the future again and again, I experience the end again and again, I wake from my dreams again and again, only to find I am still in the present, never having moved forward a single step.
I cannot distinguish dreams from reality.
I only know that when I reach the end of the prophecy, the world will be destroyed.
I could tell all the gods: The world will eventually be destroyed.
Please come together to save this world!
But I cannot speak.
I once prophesied the birth of a tyrant and warned people to beware of the newborn crown prince, but the real tyrant slaughtered the princes of every nation, giving rise to the Haman Empire as it is today.
I once prophesied the rampant spread of plague and warned people to beware of unknown diseases, but the fools prayed to the Plague Master, trying to sway the Spirit of Plague to be kind.
Rosa, receiving their faith, awakened from her slumber.
She spread endless plagues and killed every fool who sacrificed to her.
I once prophesied that the Spirit of Calamity would awaken and erase the entire Bitter Cold Land.
The strong of the Northern Continent gathered, forming the Godslayer Alliance, and killed the Master of Calamity in His own temple.
But the divine punishment of Godfall caused the heavens to crack and the earth to split.
All who blasphemed against the gods, along with their nations, were instantly erased by calamity.
And now, I see the destruction of the world.
I am the Prophet God… I am the Master of Fate…
If I do not announce the future I see, fate may still have a chance to change.
But if I announce this Prophecy, then it will surely come true!
So I must not speak, even if it means I have to bear the burden of saving the world alone.
But I am so tired… I need a vassal of fate…
I need someone without a destiny to help me.
Only such a person can escape the control of fate.
I searched for a long time—century after century, millennium after millennium.
I scoured all beings and finally found that brightest star.
I named her Noah, meaning the Ark of Salvation.
I granted her the authority of fate, helping her escape this Prison of Samsara.
To preserve this sole spark, I erased the reality of her death from the predetermined fate.
In the torrent of fate, I found the moment before her death and made her tread this rugged path of destiny again and again.
The price was that these worlds that should not exist slipped through my hands, and even the Space Spirit nearly fell out with me.
But I do not regret it.
As long as Domination does not discover it, it’s nothing serious.
Yet I still miscalculated.
The vassals of the Spirit of the Universe fought me for this spark.
They used the authority of the Script to rewrite her name.
The Three Pillar Gods wanted to make her Geheluosi, then let her sleep forever in this prison.
Naya, Yoge, Shabu… They know that as a god, I cannot interfere in mortal affairs, and as the God of Fate, I cannot directly tell her the truth…
But do you think that will stump me?
I calculated the fate of everyone in this prison and paved an escape path for this child.
The followers of the Death God will cut through thorns for her, the Messenger of End will open the door for her, the greedy Gexiusi will capture Yoge of the Three Pillar Gods, making their plan impossible to achieve.
But Naya still approached her.
With sweet words and wild lies, the vassal of the universe flaunted his unique cunning, binding her to his side with the identity of a husband.
Naya, Messenger of Chaos, do you appreciate your own Script and pride yourself on your literary talent?
Ridiculous.
You have no understanding of the terror of fate.
Suo’en, Shagai Clan, I thank you for your faith.
If my vassal can escape this prison, I will promise you the Gift of the Stars.
Ska, Child of End, your key is not the problem.
Naya used the Power of Chaos to distort the key and the lock, preventing you from escaping through the back door.
All the paths I prepared for her were blocked by the Three Pillar Gods, leaving no possibility of escape.
These people could only follow Naya’s plan to leave this prison by activating the Teleportation Array.
As for what happened later… I no longer wish to speak of it.
But it’s not over yet.
Three Pillar Gods… You should know that the one opposing you now is the true Star Master, the God of Fate…
Just wait and see.
Noah opened her eyes again.
She looked up, and before her was still that brilliant starry sky.
But it was different now.
Noah lifted her foot and found herself standing on solid ground.
The surroundings were no longer empty stars but a majestic structure.
She looked around and realized this should be a castle terrace.
The entire palace floated in the brilliant starry sky, with an endless abyss below.
‘Where… is this…’
Noah didn’t think she was dead—after all, this bore no resemblance to the legendary City of the Dead.
She walked forward a few steps and suddenly noticed a mirror in the center of the terrace.
Curious, she approached and peeked into it.
Nothing.
Noah frowned in confusion and was about to reach out and touch it when a voice of restraint came from behind.
“Ahem… Don’t touch that unless you want to take over my duties.”
Noah was startled.
She quickly turned around and saw a lady walking toward her.
The lady wore a loose black robe.
The hood was large, covering the upper half of her face.
Brilliant starlight flickered faintly around her, and the countless stars danced with her every step.
She stepped forward, her wide robe splashing with the colors of constellations.
Noah involuntarily stepped back, not daring to get too close.
An aura of origin suppressed Noah’s soul, making her instinctively want to kneel and bow.
Seeing Noah’s panicked expression, the lady smiled gently.
“It’s alright, don’t be afraid. If you really want to play with this Magic Mirror, I can give you all my authority.”
Noah was all too familiar with that voice.
She stared at the black-robed lady in amazement and asked incredulously, “That voice… Could you be… the one who has been helping me all along?”
Hearing Noah’s question, the lady paused.
She raised her hand and removed her hood, then smiled softly.
“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kurus. You can also call me… the Star Spirit.”