Chapter 85: Only You Will Reject It, Thus Differing from the Gods.

Chapter 85 Only You Would Reject It, Setting You Apart from the Gods

Yi Fengchu cautiously put on disposable gloves, spritzed disinfectant, and then carefully unfolded the letter hidden inside the Fake Senior Sister’s spider abdomen.

He admitted that the letters brought by the Fake Senior Sister had indeed piqued his interest, earning it precious time to prolong its miserable existence.

However, he didn’t believe a single word of its honeyed words.

Had the Fake Senior Sister truly been as sincere in its submission to 'fate' as it claimed, it would have handed over these letters obediently the moment it first encountered Bryce...

Yet it chose to conceal them, clearly nursing secret plans—likely intending to escape elsewhere with the letters.

Thus, Yi Fengchu had his phone closely monitor the Fake Senior Sister’s every move, making his distrust plain.

Realizing its attempts at ingratiation had failed, the Fake Senior Sister shook like a leaf. The palm-sized black spider curled its limbs tightly, shrinking into a small ball, a pathetic sight.

Unfortunately, neither the human nor the device present were moved by this display. They were well aware of the cunning nature of this cornered divine creature.

Yi Fengchu unfolded the letter and gave it a light shake, his eyes taking in the ink that squirmed like live worms.

These symbols resembled those that composed the body of the Curse Domain’s father. They belonged to no tongue spoken in any world across countless civilizations, squirming like living earthworms across the page, shifting in form and order.

Yi Fengchu confirmed that he had never encountered such strange writing before.

Yet, inexplicably, the moment he laid eyes on them and attempted to read them, the information contained within flowed naturally into his mind like a stream, effortlessly understood.

The first letter was clearly written by the Curse Domain’s father:

"To Longinus,

I can sense that a powerful being has appeared overnight in the Curse Domain... A disgusting moth-god, skulking in the shadows, attempting to usurp my authority!

Is this the No. 01 test subject you mentioned before? Heh, I never expected your experiments to actually succeed one day...

Should I congratulate you?

We both know that if the divine beings discover your 'success,' you’ll find yourselves in torments beyond hell.

As agreed, I will not target your test subject for now. But you must uphold your end of the bargain—find a way to help me steal the domains of Misfortune or Fate!

My patience runs short!

—The Curse Domain’s Father, in His own hand"

Upon reading the opening lines, Yi Fengchu arched a brow slightly and murmured the recipient’s codename:

"Longinus... The Spear of Longinus, said to have pierced Christ's side?"

Judging by the context, however, this "Longinus" likely referred not to an individual but to an organization.

—A mysterious organization that had created the Moth God, imprinting the number "01" on the edges of its wings.

Not only had they used a near-god like the Moth God as a test subject, seemingly attempting to forge a deity, but they had also promised the Curse Domain’s father to help Him usurp other scepters?

Bold. Reckless. These were words that fit them well.

The only question was—what exactly was this organization plotting?

Pondering, Yi Fengchu mused that "ambition" had never been a derogatory term in his dictionary.

He admired the courage and ambition to climb to the pinnacle and defy divine authority. But that didn’t mean he would tolerate these people treating his authority over Fate as a bargaining chip in their dealings with the Curse Domain’s father.

Beside him, the trembling black spider heard Yi Fengchu let out a faint, enigmatic chuckle, his breath carrying a wintry edge that sent chills down its body.

It shuddered and curled into an even tighter ball, desperately trying to vanish from notice.

Terrified that Yi Fengchu’s displeasure might make it the first to face his anger.

Yi Fengchu committed the contents of the first letter to memory before unfolding the second.

This one was shorter, seemingly written just before he infiltrated the Old Photo Album domain.

"Longinus,

I have a dark foreboding—as if some extremely dangerous enemy is silently stalking closer to me.

As for the No. 01 test subject, I can no longer sense its presence. Did you dispose of it, or has it already been...?

Who is coming for me? Misfortune? Nightmare? Or Fate?

Save me! Save me!! Save me!!!"

Perhaps due to the Curse Domain’s father’s agitation and anxiety while writing, the characters in this letter were even more wild and disordered, writhing like worms sensing an impending disaster.

—As it turned out, the Curse Domain’s father’s panic was justified.

But it was already too late.

By the time He sensed the deathly chill, Fate's punishing blade was already pressed against His neck.

Yi Fengchu pressed his lips together, as if still savoring the sweetness of His body, and curled his lips.

After reading the contents, the violently twisting script suddenly began rearranging itself, the dark ink shifting to a deep crimson, like dried blood on the verge of dripping.

The horrifying new words, formed in blood-red, radiated the Curse Domain’s father’s bottomless hatred and fury:

"Longinus, do you think ignoring me will spare you consequences?

I curse you—those who break their oaths shall be forsaken by life itself!!"

Yi Fengchu surmised that before their direct confrontation, the Curse Domain’s father had sensed impending danger and written to this "Longinus" organization for help.

There must have been some mutually beneficial agreement between Him and "Longinus." By the terms of their pact, the organization should have responded to His plea, offering aid in battle or at least a last-ditch lifeline.

Yet, for unknown reasons, they had refused to provide any assistance at the critical moment.

Because of this, "Longinus" had avoided direct exposure to Yi Fengchu’s attention—possibly sparing themselves from sharing the Curse Domain’s father’s fate in the serpent’s gullet.

Wasn’t this just the mystical world’s version of "left on read"?

Should he commend the organization for their shrewd assessment of the situation, or should he join the poor Curse Domain’s father in condemning their opportunism?

Yi Fengchu delighted in watching the conflict between the two. At the same time, he was certain this organization was no trustworthy partner.

Placing this letter at the bottom, he unfolded the final one.

The moment his fingertips brushed the paper, he paused abruptly, a spark of surprise crossing his eyes.

Even through the gloves, Yi Fengchu could tell this sheet felt different—smoother, with fewer creases. It didn’t seem like something the Curse Domain’s father would have meticulously prepared with doom approaching.

Indeed, upon unfolding this letter, the handwriting revealed was unlike the sinuously writhing script of the Father of Curses—it was actually in Chinese.

The characters were neat, yet there was an unfamiliarity in each stroke, as if a young child who couldn't yet read had painstakingly copied them from a calligraphy model.

However, what surprised Yi Fengchu the most was:

This letter was neither written by the Father of Curses nor addressed to him.

Instead, it was from an unfamiliar deity, addressed to Yi Fengchu himself.

"To Fate,

The transaction is proceeding as planned.

I have dispatched my followers to search for the lost fragments of the 'Time' scepter, and preliminary clues have already been found. I trust you will have no trouble crushing that little pest, the Father of Curses—after all, among the gods, you are the one I’ve seen most skilled at lying in ambush and hunting among the new gods.

By the scales in my hand that weigh all bargains and ensure equal exchange, I swear I will not hoard 'Time' for myself, nor allow the timelines to be tainted by the misfortune and schemes under my control.

I believe you, too, will resist the temptation of the curse, ensuring the fate of all living beings does not uncontrollably spiral into the abyss of negativity and corruption.

I await your followers and envoys in my Kingdom of Shadows, to complete the final step of our transaction.

Looking forward to our continued cooperation 🙂

Your faithful partner,

The Goddess of Misfortune"

After reading this unexpected letter, Yi Fengchu’s expression grew subtly complicated.

He looked down at the Fake Senior Sister, his cast shadow engulfing her completely, making her shiver involuntarily.

Then, he asked, "While you were hiding this letter, did you ever open it to read?"

"Reporting to the Young Lord, no! Not even a glance!"

The Fake Senior Sister immediately shouted in response, nearly waving her multiple limbs skyward in her desperate attempt to prove her utterly nonexistent honesty.

Truth be told, she had certainly considered peeking at her stolen prize, curious about what secrets the Father of Curses might have hidden.

Yet, coincidentally, every time the Fake Senior Sister felt the itch to unfold the letter, some unforeseen mishap would interrupt her curiosity, forcing her to divert her attention to more pressing matters.

Looking back now, it was almost as if...

As if by some unseen providence, some mysterious force had been preventing her from opening and reading the letter...

At this thought, the instincts honed from years of navigating the mystical world warned the Fake Senior Sister not to dig deeper.

The black fuzz covering her body stood completely on end as she tucked her head into the narrow space beneath her abdomen, as if seeking some semblance of safety.

Yi Fengchu gave a noncommittal "Hmm," leaving the Fake Senior Sister unsure whether he bought it or not. Then, he continued, "Do you remember how many sheets of paper you stole?"

The Fake Senior Sister mumbled haltingly, "I think it was..."

Mid-sentence, she suddenly froze, disbelief creeping into her voice. "H-how many was it? Why... why can’t I remember at all?"

Though she lacked human facial features, Yi Fengchu could still sense her bewildered distress from her instinctive pacing in circles.

Realizing he wouldn’t get more answers from her for now, Yi Fengchu casually picked up a tissue box and plunked the black spider upside down on the table, trapping her.

Thanks to the trials and growth granted by the creation of his divine realm, Yi Fengchu had grown increasingly adept at wielding his powers with precision. A silvery light enveloped the tissue box, temporarily creating a completely isolated space cut off from the outside world.

Time inside the box flowed differently, ensuring the Fake Senior Sister would be thoroughly disoriented.

Once he was alone, Yi Fengchu turned to his phone and asked, "If a single deity controls multiple domains, do those domains influence each other?"

The phone hadn’t expected this sudden question but quickly replied, "Yes."

"It’s like branches of different rivers—though they diverge, they originate from the same headwaters. It’s inevitable that they draw near and affect one another."

"That’s why you’ll find that most deities who hold two or more scepters either wield powers that are closely related in nature or represent two aspects of the same concept."

Yi Fengchu recalled the deities he had learned about so far, and indeed—

The Tree of Life governed life and fertility, while the Lord of Calamity ruled over disaster and destruction—both sets of powers aligned with the principle of "close relation."

Meanwhile, *Truth's Fallacy* was said to be both the primordial sage who mastered all truths and the devoid of awareness, primal ignorance shrouding the hearts of all living beings—"wisdom" and "folly," fitting the latter principle.

After a moment of thought, Yi Fengchu asked, "If I were to fully master the Curse Domain, how would it affect Fate?"

"Fate would henceforth be entangled with curses. Every flicker of malice in a living being’s heart, every venomous word spoken, could influence fate—turning momentary ill will into reality, pushing fate itself toward darkness and chaos..."

The phone seemed to release an almost imperceptible sigh. "In truth, long ago—even before the Father of Curses made his name in the mystical world—you once had the chance to assimilate the Curse Domain."

"The curse chose you of its own accord, but you rejected its submission to you."

"Any other High Being would struggle to reject a domain willingly approaching them—except you." The phone sighed slowly. "You alone would refuse it. That is what sets you apart from all other gods."