Two years ago, Wayne and the Wayne of today didn't belong to the same destiny; he had gained the power to change his own fate within those two years.
Ancient God?
Saina guessed in her mind and expressed her thought outright, hoping Wayne would explain it to her after he saw it.
She was sitting on his lap, after all. Asking for an explanation was reasonable, wasn't it?
"Dear guests, do you have any thoughts on making a trade?"
The dark-skinned diviner inquired, suggesting, "A once-in-a-lifetime trade, you might have the chance to reshape your fate."
"Where's the place for the trade, this crystal ball?" Wayne glanced at the palm-sized house, with its limited space and not a secret door in sight.
"The place for the trade is right here."
The diviner placed her hands in front of her chest and parted her black robe to the left and right, revealing a simplistic and crude mechanical structure of the chest, at the center of which a fiery red magic stone slowly pulsed with light.