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Heavenly Opposers

Manipulation... How would someone feel if their life was completely manipulated to the end? How would it be when everything from the moment of your birth to the end of your life is completely under the control of another? How much worse would it be that not just one, but all the lifetimes you have lived, be manipulated? Xiao lived two lives. In the first, he lived as the villain and died as one—a beautiful villain that made no impact on the real story whatsoever. Then he lives again in a different world, just to come back to his first. Doesn't that mean he can rewrite his mistakes? Doesn't that mean he could be great this time? But what if this was the goal from the very beginning? What happens when Xiao finds this goal and escapes his fate? What if the puppet escapes the puppeteer's hands, reshaping destiny, fate, and karma? What if this former plaything becomes the ultimate threat to causality itself? Witness as Xiao compels both the living and the departed to chant his name... Until the very cosmos quakes in awe of his might and fear of his name......

Chaosking · Ação
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301 Chs

Chapter 253-The Meeting[2].

With the tense atmosphere within this humongous hall, Azrail raised his head to look at the blurry figure. The current him, with the dark cloak, was fully hidden from view. Not even Hera was able to peek into the face hidden here, so keeping his calm, Azrail as DeathMark slowly spoke.

"Queen Mother, the knowledge I gained is something that was whispered to me from death."

The sudden words of his twisted the atmosphere, no doubt having gained the attention of Hera, as the pressure slowly started to get higher. Keeping his posture straight, Azrail continued to speak.

"The reason I used that knowledge was to call upon you so that I could give another piece of information to you, information so important that it had to be face to face."

As Azrail stopped here, he stood there in silence, just looking up at her, seemingly hesitant, waiting for something. The tension just got higher as Hera, frowning within her veil, spoke.

"Go on, speak."