Chapter 1019: The Power of Fate

The Goddess of Luck, Tyvera, was one of the rare few among the Faelorian deities who had mastered the art of divination.

In any world or civilization, divination-based laws were considered an exceptionally rare category.

Even in the Magus World, the number of Rank Four and above astrologers had never grown to an exaggerated extent.

Tyvera and her sister, the Goddess of Doom, Morvanya, were blood siblings. They were intermediate Faelorian deities with notable reputations.

It was said that the sisters had inherited their powers from their mother, the ancient Goddess of Fate.

According to incomplete historical records, the Goddess of Fate was once a mighty greater deity.

Yet even such a powerful being had fallen, vanishing into the dust of history—marking Faeloria’s vast legacy and the proud achievements of the ancient gods.

At the peak of the divine hierarchy stood Dio, an existence from the ancient era.

Among the current supreme deities, the Elemental God and Poseidon, who had long avoided worldly affairs, were also classified as ancient gods.

Top-tier deities like the God of Justice and the Dark Lady were actually new gods.

Under the divine command of the God of Justice, Tyvera, as a deity of the Justice League, swiftly descended upon Justice Theocracy.

She appeared as a young woman in a beautiful dress. Legends claimed that those who caught even a glimpse of the Goddess of Luck would find themselves blessed with good fortune.

Before she had even arrived, Tyvera already knew her mission.

Raising her divine staff, Tyvera conjured a shimmering screen that materialized before the deities gathered in the Justice Theocracy.

Within the light, an image emerged—a canyon, now reduced to ruins.

As the vision solidified, a strand of Tyvera’s hair turned gray—a stark reminder of the immense cost of divining the fate of a deity.

“This is where the God of Brute Force fell. If you act quickly, you may uncover something else,” she said casually, twirling the newly grayed strand of hair around her finger before plucking it.

Unlike the God of Oak, Tyvera was far more composed. At the very least, she neither feared the God of Justice nor worried about provoking his ire.

With a mere tilt of his head, the God of Justice sent several lesser deities and an intermediate deity soaring toward the site of the fallen god.

“More than just the site of its fall, the Elemental God wishes to know who struck down the God of Brute Force. We need precise information on the other party and must eliminate the threat before it grows,” the God of Oak said urgently.

The Goddess of Luck remained still, first glancing at the God of Justice.

Only after seeing him give a slow nod did she reluctantly continue, raising her divine staff once more.

Divining the identity of the one who slew the God of Brute Force would come at a much greater cost than her previous revelation.

After a long silence, another blurred image slowly took shape before the gathered gods.

A young blond man, draped in a black robe, moved through the mountains, accompanied by a half-undead girl.

At best, he possessed only the strength of an Epic Being.

He could not possibly be the one who had slain the God of Brute Force.

Yet, as the Goddess of Luck pushed her divine ability further, pouring more power into the vision, a truth closer to reality began to unfold before them.

This time, the focus narrowed onto the silver, spider-shaped ring on the young man’s right hand.

At the sight of it, both the God of Justice and the God of Radiance frowned.

“Can you push it further? Could a heretical deity be hiding in that ring?” the God of Justice asked.

“I need assistance.” The Goddess of Luck pouted, clearly displeased as she looked at the new strands of gray in her hair.

Without hesitation, the God of Justice stepped forward, pressing a hand against her back.

A vast surge of divine power and immense faith flowed from him, instantly amplifying Tyvera’s divine ability to its utmost limit.

This was the support of a being on the cusp of becoming an Overgod!

Within the Justice Theocracy, the God of Justice was a force capable of challenging such an entity head-on.

With this surge of power, the Goddess of Luck’s eyes blazed with white light—her hair and body radiating an intense, blinding glow.

The image flickered once more. This time, a broken rectangle stone slab appeared before the deities.

The moment their eyes fell upon it, silence spread through the gathering—even the God of Justice was stunned.

“The last Tablet of Fate?” the God of Radiance murmured in disbelief.

The final Tablet of Fate was said to be in the possession of the Supreme Deity, Dio.

Could its sudden reappearance be connected to Dio?

The appearance of the Tablet of Fate was merely an interlude.

Immediately afterward, the true culprit behind the God of Brute Force’s death slowly took form within the vision.

A hazy silver silhouette emerged—its upper form distinctly feminine, yet its lower body that of a spider.

An existence like this had never been seen in Faeloria.

Unfortunately, no matter how much Tyvera pushed her divine ability, the true appearance of the spider goddess remained elusive.

Even worse, she could not pinpoint the entity’s exact location.

The God of Justice frowned.

This time, he poured even more divine power into Tyvera, drawing from the very foundation of his divine nation.

The involvement of Dio’s Tablet of Fate was too significant—he had to uncover the truth behind these images.

The vision began to sharpen, the vague silhouette growing clearer.

But just as they were about to pierce through the veil and glimpse the face of Spider Queen Lorthisra...

***

In the distant Magus World... No.

At the edge of the Magus Civilization’s sphere of influence...

The Bone Graveyard was one of the many star domains that had pledged allegiance to the Magus Civilization.

Though it had been a part of the Magus Alliance for only five thousand years, the Bone Graveyard Star Domain was now engulfed in turmoil, its once-thriving expanse reduced to a nightmarish battleground, ravaged by star pirates.

It was a formidable domain, home to a medium-sized planar civilization, and even boasted a formidable powerhouse—Graveborn, a peak Rank Six existence by Astral Realm standards.

For a civilization of this caliber, it was considered above average within the Astral Realm.

Moreover, its allegiance to the Magus Alliance should have guaranteed the protection and respect of the Magus Civilization.

Yet, when the Quatar Star Pirates, the most fearsome marauders in the surrounding star domains, descended upon it, the Magus World—its supposed backer—did nothing.

The Magus World remained silent, indifferent to the Bone Graveyard’s suffering and impending destruction.

“Hehehe... What rewards did the Gallant Federation offer you in exchange for your betrayal of the Magus Civilization?”

A black-robed old man tightened his thin, withered fingers around Graveborn’s throat.

No one could have ever imagined that Graveborn, a renowned peak Rank Six powerhouse, would be so effortlessly subdued. Its body dangled helplessly, like a worm.

How terrifying!

As for the black-robed old man, the power radiating from him was clearly that of an overlord—and not just any ordinary Rank Seven overlord!

Elsewhere in the Bone Graveyard Star Domain, another overlord wreaked havoc, leaving devastation in their wake.

One by one, several Rank Six beings of this star domain were slaughtered, their desperate struggles amounting to nothing.

This was the price of betrayal!

Graveborn tried to speak, but the black-robed old man had no interest in listening.

His lips curled into a cold sneer as he remarked, “You’re a fine specimen... Looks like I’ll have another excellent addition to my collection.”

“You won’t die. No... You will be reborn as a perfected chimera, I promise,” he added.

His chilling laughter echoed through the void, carrying a coldness that seemed to freeze the very stars.

Evil, dark, twisted, insane...

These words no longer sufficed to describe the horror that he embodied.

He was one of the most powerful beings in the Magus World—the “Black Glove” who lurked in the shadows of the Magus Civilization.

Just as his interest in the defenseless Graveborn waned, something happened.

A ripple in space-time and fate struck him. His gaze snapped toward the Magus World.

“Hehehe, seems like that girl has gotten herself into trouble this time. Someone’s fate-searching her.”

A flicker of amusement danced in his gaze.

“Let’s see who dares to do such a thing...”