Predicting the Future

God smiled at Han Sen as it asked, "Can we agree to a bet now?"

Han Sen could not speak. He felt as if he was going to be strangled to death, so he had to nod.

"Nice. You have made the right choice. Using your power is more interesting." God laughed.

"Should it be me who is deciding what to risk?" Han Sen rubbed his throat. He realized now that this god was a bit evil. It seemed very casual, but it was scarier than the other gods he had encountered. It gave Han Sen real pressure, and it was exerting a sense of danger the other gods had not been able to accomplish.

"Before, it really did not matter," God said. "Now, I have met a really interesting creature like you. That is why I want to play my favorite game."

"What game is that?" Han Sen's brain moved fast. His only option was to escape. He could not defeat this god. Even if he could beat this god, the god had taken over Wan'er's body. He could not risk killing Wan'er along with it.