League of Assassins, a room that only Sloan can enter.

Mike stood quietly, looking at the loom in front of him, which was pulling silk threads and running non-stop, with some curiosity in his eyes.

Loom of Destiny.

He walked up to him, looked at the cloth spun from the yarns, and looked at it carefully.

The lines that cross the vertical and horizontal lines are really like the fate of a person.

On the way to the mill, after some deliberation, Fawkes and Wesley go to Sloan to determine the fate warrant, and Cross is taken to the room by Mike.

Looking at Mike's back, Cross was very complicated.

Surprise, admiration and jealousy, and a hint of resentment.

He watched as Mike pulled out two cards, and they gained invisibility, and swaggered through the Assassin-infested textile mill to the Loom of Fate.

The room was usually occupied except Sloane, who, after translating the ciphertext, handed over the Assassin's Wanted Warrant to the Assassins to carry out.

Cross looked at the loom, his eyes twitching slightly.

He, like Firefox, believed in the loom of fate, or rather, they had to.

I don't believe it, it means that what they believed in and pursued in the past has all become a joke.

They are just killers, not assassins of fate at all.

So, he's going to deal with Sloane.

Sloan fooled him and tarnished his faith.

The cross's eyes became firm, and he suddenly said, "Mr. Kent, do you believe in fate now?" ”

Mike turned around and smiled, "Faith in fate? Isn't this thing meant to be changed? ”

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Destiny is not for belief, but for change.

"But fate is predestined by God, no matter how hard we try, we can't escape the control of fate."

Mike raised his eyebrows and said, "If you talk about death, it is indeed everyone's fate, but how to die depends on your choice." ”

"But how do you know that the choice you made was not driven by fate?"

Mike laughed and said, "Driven by fate, your own choices, do these matter?" ”

Cross paused, and nodded.

Important, important to him!

Because he has been accepting the guidance of 'fate' for so many years, killing the person who 'deserves to be killed' is the guidance of fate, so that he is no longer confused.

If these were not the guidance of fate, what he had done for so many years......

Mike pinched his chin, looked at the cross and shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Okay, then you just have to believe in your destiny." ”

Belief in this kind of thing, you have to believe in it first to exist, if you don't believe it, it's still a fart.

Cross couldn't help but say, "But if you don't believe it, why did you join the Assassin League in the first place?" ”

Mike recalled, smiling, but not answering.

The reasons are complex.

Because he traveled back in time, curious to change his life, because he was stirred into an operation of the League of Assassins, because he received the talent of an assassin from the system......

Cross fell silent, and Mike smiled and turned his head to look at the loom, turning on his super vision, and his eyes froze when he saw the shuttle.

Is that...... A finger!?

Shocked in his heart, he grabbed the shuttle and took it out of it.

Looking at this scene, Cross was a little puzzled.

However, Mike ripped open the iron sheet of the weaving shuttle, revealing the wooden weaving shuttle with carved patterns inside, and when he pinched it hard, the wooden weaving shuttle shattered in response, and a magic array dissipated.

Mike frowned, and then, in Cross's shocked gaze, pulled a ...... from the debris Finger?

"It's ...... What the? ”

Cross muttered, feeling like his perception was cracking.

And the moment Mike got his finger, he felt a powerful spiritual energy begin to invade his mind.

Mike's face changed slightly, and when the light of the card in his hand dissipated, he stood expressionlessly.

And in his mind, a vague black shadow appeared.

"Haha!"

Feeling Mike's powerful body, the dark shadow smiled heartily.

This body is hers!

"What are you?"

In the darkness, Mike's voice rang out.

"I am destiny!"

"Fuck you!"

Mike couldn't help but curse.

The figure froze, and then said angrily: "I am the god who can see fate!" ”

See fate?

Mike groaned and said, "That finger is yours?" How are you in that finger? ”

"I ...... What does this have to do with you? Your body will be mine in no time! ”

It doesn't seem stupid.

Originally, he also thought that the other party had been locked up in the weaving shuttle for an unknown amount of time, and when he was about to get a new body, he would be full of desire to tell and show off.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Mike said lightly, and his mind, which was originally full of darkness, lit up, and then the figure was stunned, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

She was locked in a cage with a giant-like Mike in front of her.

When? When did this cage appear?

She looked at the giant Mike in front of her, terrified.

Psychic realm.

By the time Mike saw that finger, he had already taken out a card named Professor X, and by the time the other person invaded his mind, the card had already been activated.

After that, it was not the other party who entered his mind, but he pulled the other party in, and then unconsciously, locked the other party in a mental cage.

"No!"

The voice screamed.

Mike's mind moved, and the terrifying psychic power directly invaded the other party, checking the other party's memory.

This is a mutant who has awakened the ability to foresee the future.

She was originally just a weaver, but after she awakened this ability, she called herself an apostle of fate, using the future she saw to guide the weavers in the textile mill to avoid evil.

And as time passed, she became people's faith and a beacon in people's eyes.

Later, during a foresight, she foresaw that someone would kill her in the future.

So, frightened, she asked the weavers who believed in fate to kill the man in advance, and called this the guidance of fate, and it was fate that caused the man to die, because that person would bring about the killing someday in the future.

Convinced that her weavers were not suspicious, the Assassin League was formed.

From that day on, the League of Assassins had a mission to avoid future killings by killing those they knew they would harm others in the future.

Finally, one day, the Assassins killed someone they shouldn't have killed, and the enemy came to the door and killed her.

However, the people of the Assassin League needed the guidance of fate, so they used magical rituals to attach her soul to one of her fingers and make a weaving shuttle, continuing the so-called guidance of fate until now.