【Subspace Chess and Card Room】

+ It's a game, but I think you'll love it. +

In the narrow little bar, the sharp-billed monkey-cheeked man spoke, and he sat with his opponent at a greasy little table, with a leather hat adorned with a long blue bird feather.

The man said slowly, in an extremely oily and ambiguous voice, and he stared with a smile across from him, a long-haired man in a linen shirt pursed his lips without saying a word.

On his head, a golden laurel wreath sparkled.

The flickering light shone on the small table, and all that remained was darkness, and in the darkness, ominous barking sounded.

+ My dear, +

The man in the blue feather hat laughed, and he opened his hand and looked at Neos happily,

+ How are you feeling right now?! +

The man jerked forward, he pressed against the table, his hand covering his weights, blue and white, the stacks of chips rattling.

+ To serve on the table you need to be conscious. +

The man said flatteringly, and he tried to reach for the weight on the other side, but Neos remained motionless, and the man jerked his hand back, and the golden flames disappeared from his hand.

Neos looked away from his previous stare at the biggest card.

In the middle of the table, a card has changed,

The original black and square card, the neatly inlaid silver wire and gold thread on it have all burst out, revealing cracks, and the pitch black is surging, unconsciously stretching out the tentacles to explore.

This card is no longer the [Hades] / [Master of the Silent Retreat] in the Emperor's hand.

The words on it twisted as if they had come to life, reassembled into new characters—

【Silence the Foolish】

The man let out a high-pitched laugh, and as he laughed, the darkness around him began to tremble.

Neos glanced blankly at the darkness, and now there were only two of them on the table—they had given it a chance.

Neos stared at his opponent as he said softly,

"You want the jade to burn?"

Of course, when there is no hope for mankind, he can pour all the power of faith into the Black Domain, so that it can complete its final ascension - the Underworld.

As long as Tzeentch dared to allow the Black Domain to devour all hope for humanity, Naneos would not hesitate for a millisecond to flip the table.

At that time, the winner of this world will only be the space necromancer.

+ No - no, no, no, my friend! +

The man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes that were laughing,

+ That's not interesting! Look - I'm not like those guys, I don't play a game with a fixed ending! +

+I know—+

The man said ambiguously, and he looked at Neos as if looking at his biggest pistachio,

+I know you're a gambler, crazy, and if you are given a little chance of winning, you'll keep playing, won't you? +

+ We indulged you too much before, Neos, +

As the man spoke, he fell backwards, his hand digging into the darkness, and from the darkness came a threatening snoring, and something darker than the darkness was drawn,

+ Of course, you need to take the risk, and from the moment you choose to use it, you need to bear the awareness of being bitten by it. +

Neos remained silent, something staring at him in the dark, completely different from his usual casual and brisk gaze, which made him feel a little uncomfortable,

+Look at you—and us, how well it grows. +

Neos was silent, he had been silent for a long time, and now that the Torch representing Terra had been extinguished, the fog had enveloped Terra, and his power ensured that the four gods would not soon discover Terra.

Neos didn't count Fenris.

Or, he believed in the Wolf King, and believed in Magnus, who was under the care of the Wolf King.

In the fate that Neos saw - as a powerful psyker, the fate of the Crimson Sinner was bound to Cadia, and he had the key to reversing the odds, even if ...... Even if his future wavering fate carries the risk of being tinged with chaos.

A powerful psyker who has a chance to dye Cadia with a chaotic undertone.

In Neos's calculations, this position belonged to Magnus.

In the eyes of the Emperor, the Black Domain, which is being drawn by Tzeentch, will look for trouble with the Legion - and this will require the Primordials to hold on.

As long as Machado and his party find a way to reach Cadia and succeed in awakening the Immortal, then the situation will become clear again.

Or...... Neos pondered, the four gods collapsed internally, and the other three gods couldn't resist the pressure and sealed the Black Domain in Cadia.

"Skip."

Neos said, standing still, he waited for the opposite side to play,

Opposite Neos, the man with the card fan in his hand smiled, his sly eyes staring at the cards in his hand,

Fenris, Eye of Magnus, Wolf of Foolishness, Sibling Killing.

Before Prospero burned, he had already knocked out the surprise of this scene at the Nikaia meeting!

When Prospero was burned by the Emperor, and when the treaty he signed with Magnus was rudely torn up, the Prospero in his hand automatically transformed into Fenris.

Their fate is destined for this!

The man laughed, and so did the big, grandiose schemes, the small, the elaborate layouts—this was him!

He couldn't wait to see the look of astonishment and anger on the Emperor's face—perhaps with some sadness in between.

Their variables are dead! Tzeentch screamed, on their own, the cards would only grow in Tzeentch's favor!

And the ambiguity of the prophecy brought about by the Black Domain, Tzeentch thought, he was really- love miserable!

I really can't do it...... Write an interlude slowly...... It's almost four colds...... Belch...... I'm going to drown in my snot......

(End of chapter)