Against the God of Fate

"Gu Yan, run!"

"This man possesses the Eye of Providence—a true manifestation of heavenly power!"

"It's not an enemy you can handle! The ability of Illusion's End has already been exposed! Even if you trap him in an illusion, you’ll never succeed in a sneak attack!"

The sinister voice screamed warnings in Gu Yan’s mind, marking the closest it had ever been to the overwhelming might of heavenly power.

But.

"Won’t know until I try."

Gu Yan’s voice was icy as he glared at the colossal figure before him.

He had come this far—where could he even run to?

This enemy had clearly crossed dimensions with the sole intent to kill him.

If he didn’t destroy the God of Fate today, death would be inevitable.

All the effort of his million lifetimes of reincarnation would be for nothing.

With that thought, he raised his dagger and flashed toward his foe in an instant.

The Power of Night, at the divine 19th tier, surged from Gu Yan’s body.

Yet.

"Futile resistance."

The God of Fate smirked disdainfully, his palm opening as the Eye of Providence blazed with even brighter radiance.

Hum!

A pristine, luminous web materialized in his grasp, each thread woven with strands of fate itself.

The power of destiny interlaced into an enormous net, surging toward Gu Yan in an instant.

Boom!

For a moment, it felt as though the entire universe’s force was concentrated within that web.

The God of Fate’s voice echoed in Gu Yan’s ears:

"Every thread of this Net of Fate represents every possible future you will experience with each choice you make."

"In other words, your destiny—your entire future—has long been foreseen by my Eye of Providence."

As the words faded, the Net of Fate pressed down upon Gu Yan.

Hummm!!

The crushing weight of inevitability bore down on him, but Gu Yan remained calm.

Gripping his dagger, he summoned Illusion’s End with his free hand, bracing against the net with both weapons.

The Power of Night merged with Illusion’s End, forming a dark, abyssal aura.

Upon contact, Gu Yan saw his own future.

If he died in this life, there would be another, and another, and another—an endless cycle of reincarnation, each time searching for a way to defy heaven’s will.

But—

Boom!

The Power of Night repelled the Net of Fate, forcing Gu Yan back.

Even knowing that doing so would shatter the web—and his own future—he didn’t hesitate.

Because he understood: even if he perished here, the so-called God of Fate would never allow him to reincarnate again.

This time, he would have to go all out.

With that realization, Gu Yan clasped his hands together.

Boom!

The Power of Night coiled around him like endless tides of darkness, his body rapidly expanding.

His eyes gleamed with profound violet light, as though piercing through all illusions.

In an instant, Gu Yan’s form swelled to match the God of Fate’s planetary scale.

This was the innate ability of all who reached the divine realm—

[Divine Form]

And Gu Yan’s Night Divine Form multiplied his combat prowess exponentially.

Witnessing this, the God of Fate glanced at the Net of Fate spinning in his palm, now marred by a crack.

He shook his head and chuckled softly.

"You would rather destroy your own future than submit to me?"

"How laughable."

"What do you hope to gain from this?"

"With the power of fate and the Eye of Providence, how could you possibly defeat me?"

As he spoke, the God of Fate flicked his wrist.

Boom!

Another Net of Fate materialized from the void.

"Won’t know until I try."

Gu Yan’s voice was frigid as he spread his arms wide.

From his back, the Power of Night condensed into colossal obsidian wings.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The wings unfurled, their dark energy morphing into countless blades, lancing toward the God of Fate.

At the same time, the God of Fate hurled the Net of Fate—woven from every possible future of Gu Yan’s existence.

Boom!

The two forces collided, erupting in a cataclysmic shockwave across the pure white void.

Yet, the razor-sharp Power of Night sliced through the Net of Fate without mercy—Gu Yan had severed his own predestined future with his own hands!

Without pause, he conjured a massive dagger and lunged straight for the God of Fate’s face.

For the first time, the God of Fate’s smirk faded.

"Insignificant pest."

He dodged in a flash, but Gu Yan’s assault was relentless, leaving no room for respite.

The two titans clashed again and again, their colossal forms colliding in the void as the Power of Night and the force of fate intertwined, shaking the very fabric of reality.

Gu Yan fought with single-minded focus, channeling his Power of Night into endless spectral wraiths that surged toward the God of Fate.

He had exhausted every means at his disposal.

If he didn’t kill the God of Fate, he would die.

This was his final chance—no matter what, he had to win.

As the sinister voice had warned, his illusions had already been exposed.

Even a surprise attack might fail.

But!

He still had one last trump card—a hidden illusion planted in the minds of these gods long ago, a suggestion he had never activated.

If all else failed, this would be his final gambit.

"Mortals cannot defy destiny!"

The God of Fate, hovering midair, seemed to lose his composure.

With a furious roar, he expanded the Net of Fate, attempting to ensnare Gu Yan completely.

Yet—

Boom!

The Power of Night erupted with unprecedented intensity, tearing through the net’s bindings in an instant.

"Die!"

Seeing the God of Fate frozen in place, Gu Yan didn’t hesitate.

He drove his dagger straight toward the deity’s heart.

With no room to evade, the God of Fate met the strike head-on.

Boom!!

The two forces collided with apocalyptic force, bleaching the void in blinding light.

When the radiance faded, the God of Fate’s form had been utterly consumed by the Power of Night, reduced to nothingness.

Gu Yan stood panting, the dark energy around him gradually dissipating.

But... an eerie unease crept into his mind.

He stared at the spot where the God of Fate had perished.

Dead?

Just like that?

After meticulously using the deaths of other gods to deduce his abilities...

After all that scheming... he died without putting up much of a fight?

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Gu Yan’s heart sank as he scanned the pure white void around him.

Then, he finally noticed it.

Hum! Hum! Hum!!

The white space began to warp.

One by one, countless [Eyes of Providence] opened across the void, covering every inch of the expanse.

A distorted voice echoed through the space:

[Heh... heh... heh...]

[Gu Yan... you are indeed strong. To think you slew me on this thread of fate...]

[But... you’ve exhausted all your tricks... while my true self remains unharmed.]

"Gu Yan, you cannot comprehend how formidable fate truly is, nor do you understand... the transcendent nature of the Eyes of Providence."

As the words faded—

Hum!

A figure roughly human-sized emerged before Gu Yan.

It was a middle-aged man. Like the previous God of Fate, Gu Yan could not see the lifeline above his head.

But he could see those [Eyes of Providence].

The second God of Fate spoke in a measured tone, "I am the God of Fate from your ninety-ninth destiny thread."

"A new God of Fate emerges in every destiny thread."

"And we... all obey the command of the Lord of Providence... to watch you in secret and erase you completely."

Then—

Hum!

Another figure appeared—a child stepping out of the void, his voice crisp: "Insect, your fate was sealed long ago."

"Why struggle pointlessly?"

Yet another figure emerged—a woman, her lips curling seductively. "Futile resistance. We have already foreseen every thread of your destiny."

"You... will die here today."

As she spoke—

Figures poured out of the void one after another, densely packed.

They varied in form and size.

The only commonality? Each was a God of Fate born from a separate destiny thread.

And in their eyes... gleamed the Eyes of Providence.

An overwhelming pressure descended.

Gu Yan took a deep breath, tightening his grip on his dagger. His voice was icy: "If I still had emotions, I suppose I’d feel the weight of this."

"But alas..."

"I don’t!"

With that—Boom!—his figure dissolved into shadows as he charged toward the Gods of Fate.

Watching this, one God of Fate stretched out his palm, smirking arrogantly. "A clownish display."

"Futile struggle."

Voices of the Gods of Fate rang out like divine decrees, their eyes flickering with varying emotions—yet all shared the same contempt for Gu Yan’s desperate defiance.

In unison, they extended their hands and declared, "Your fate was decided long ago."

Boom!

As the words fell—

A dense web of fate surged forth, instantly enveloping Gu Yan layer upon layer, binding him completely.

Though the threads coiled tightly around his body, Gu Yan’s expression remained unchanged.

"Fate this, fate that..."

"If I kill every last one of you, I’ll prove that even the so-called providence is nothing."

He inhaled sharply. The Power of Night surged violently within him as his dagger materialized, dark energy swirling around him.

In an instant—

BOOM!!—the black light erupted, shredding the web of fate apart.

His figure blurred like lightning as he closed in on a God of Fate, dagger aimed straight for the heart with annihilating force.

Thud!

One God of Fate was struck, his face twisting with faint mockery. "Give up..."

Thump!—Another fell.

"Surrender."

Thump! Thump!—Gods of Fate dropped one after another.

"Why persist in such meaninglessness?"

"Accept our Lord’s grace, and you shall wield power and status beyond imagination."

Thump! Thump!

Gu Yan shut out their voices, his dagger and phantom blade carving through the sea of Gods of Fate in an endless dance of slaughter.

He lost track of time.

Yet their numbers never dwindled.

Realizing Gu Yan had no intention of joining them, the smiles on the Gods of Fate gradually faded.

Their expressions turned cold as the Eyes of Providence blazed with radiant light.

"Tch..."

"Stubborn fool."

A chorus of whispers rose as countless threads of fate wove together into a colossal hand, seeking to crush Gu Yan utterly.

"You cannot escape destiny’s grasp."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gu Yan slashed through the threads while fending off their assaults.

Though his attacks were fierce, the inexhaustible web of fate wore him down.

Silver threads coiled around his limbs, tightening like serpents.

"Break!"

Gritting his teeth, Gu Yan channeled the Power of Night and the phantom blade’s energy into his dagger. The black light detonated, unleashing a cataclysmic aura.

Like a living tide, the darkness spread, tearing the web asunder once more.

One God of Fate blinked, irritation flashing in his eyes. "To break so many bindings..."

The Eyes of Providence in his gaze flared, intricate runes materializing—secrets of the cosmos made manifest.

"By the power of the Eyes of Providence, you have nowhere to hide."

The God of Fate’s voice was glacial as twin beams of light lanced toward Gu Yan.

Here it comes.

Gu Yan stood firm, phantom blade in hand, dark energy coiling along its edge.

He let the attack strike him head-on.

As the light dissipated—

Gu Yan’s figure vanished from the space.

The countless Gods of Fate froze, exchanging glances.

"Dead?"

"Annihilated?"

"Pathetic insect."

Yet one among them feigned contemplation before smirking. "Wrong."

He turned—reaching behind him.