The Fraternity, in a room that only Sloane could enter.
Mike stood quietly, looking at the loom in front of him that pulled at the silk threads and kept running with some curiosity in his eyes.
The Loom of Destiny.
He stepped forward and looked at the cloth woven from a single thread of yarn, examining it carefully.
The crossed and crisscrossed threads really resembled a person's destiny.
On the way to the weaving yard, after a discussion, Fox and Wesley went to see Sloane to make sure about things, while Cross was brought to this room by Mike.
Watching Mike's back, Cross had mixed feelings.
Surprise, admiration and scorn, and a hint of resentment.
He only watched as Mac pulled out two cards and then they were given the ability to become invisible and then strutted through the textile mill full of assassins to the Loom of Destiny.
This room was usually empty, and Sloan was the only one who could come, and after performing a cryptic translation, he handed the Destiny circular to the assassins to execute.
Cross looked at the loom, his eyes wavering gently.
He believed in the Loom of Destiny as much as the Fox did, or rather, they had to.
Not believing, it meant that all they had believed in in the past, all they had sought, was a joke.
They were just killers, not assassins of destiny at all.
So, he was going to finish Sloane.
Sloane had fooled him, had tarnished his faith.
Cross eyes grew firm as he suddenly said, "Mr Kent, do you believe in destiny now?"
Mike smiled back and said, "Believe in fate? Isn't that something for change?"
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Fate, it's not for belief, it's for change.
"But destiny is predetermined by God, and no matter how hard we try, we can't escape its grasp."
Mike raised an eyebrow and said, "If you say death, it is indeed everyone's destiny, but how you die depends on your choice."
"But how do you know that the choices you make are not driven by fate?"
Mike laughed and said, "Driven by fate, your own choices, do they matter?"
Stunned, Cross nodded.
It mattered, it mattered to him!
Because he had been guided by 'destiny' for so many years, killing those who 'deserved to be killed', it was destiny's guidance that had stopped him from being lost.
If these were not the guidance of fate, what he had done for so many years ...
Mike cupped his chin, looked at cross and shrugged, and said, "Okay, then you still believe in your destiny just fine."
Belief is something you have to believe in the first place for it to exist, if you don't believe in it, what the hell is there to believe in?
Cross couldn't help but say, "But if you don't believe, why did you join the Fraternity in the first place?"
Mike recalled and gave a smile, but didn't answer.
The reason was complicated.
Because he had come across and was curious to change his life, because he had gotten mixed up in one of the Fraternities operations, because he had received the Assassin's Talent from the system ...
The cross fell silent while Mike smiled and turned his head, looking at the loom, turning on his super vision, while his eyes froze when he saw the weaving shuttle.
That was ... a finger!
Shocked in his heart, he grabbed the weaving shuttle that kept weaving and took it out of it.
Looking at the scene, Coss was a little puzzled.
The wooden weave shuttle was shattered with a squeeze, and a magic formation dissipated.
Mike frowned and then, to the shocked gaze of cross, pulled a ... finger out of the debris?
"This is ... what?"
Cross muttered, feeling his perception cracking.
Instead, the moment Mike got the finger, he felt a powerful mental energy begin to invade his mind.
Mike's face changed slightly and stood expressionless as the card's point of light in his hand dissipated.
Instead, a blurry black shadow appeared in his mind.
"Haha!"
Feeling Mike's powerful body, the black shadow laughed freely.
This body was hers now!
"What are you?"
Out of the darkness, Mike's voice rang out.
"I am Fate!"
"Fate your ass!"
Mike couldn't help but curse.
The figure stiffened, then said angrily, "I'm the god who can see fate!"
Seeing fate?
Mike mused and said, "That finger is yours? Why are you in that finger?"
"What does it matter to you ... Your body will be mine soon!"
It didn't seem silly.
He had thought the person, who had been locked in a weaving shuttle for who knew how long, would be filled with a desire to tell and show off when he was about to get a new body.
"Sorry to have to disappoint you."
Mike said faintly, and the mind that had been filled with darkness surprisingly lit up, before the figure froze, a look of horror flashing in her eyes.
She was surprisingly locked in a cage, and in front of her was the giant-like Mike.
When? When had this cage appeared?
She looked at the giant-like Mike in front of her with fear.
The psychic field.
The card called Professor X had been taken out when Mike saw the finger, and the card had been activated when the other party had invaded his mind.
After that, it wasn't that the other person had entered his mind, but that he had pulled the person in and then, unknowingly, put him in a mental prison.
"No!"
The voice screamed miserably.
Mike's mind moved, and the terrifying power of his mind invaded the other party directly, checking up on her memories.
This was a mutant who had awakened the ability to foresee the future.
And as time passed, she became a source of faith and a beacon of guidance in the eyes of the people.
Then, in one of her precognitions, she foresaw that a man would kill her in the future.
So, terrified, she told the weavers who believed in fate to kill the man beforehand and called it fate's guidance, that it was fate that made the man die, and that the man would bring about the killing at a future date.
The weavers, who believed in her, did not doubt this and the Fraternity was formed.
From that day on, the Fraternity was given the task of avoiding future killings by killing, under her guidance, those whom they foresaw would harm others in the future.
Finally, one day, the Fraternity killed the wrong person and was approached by an enemy to kill her.
But the Fraternity needed the guidance of destiny and used a magical ritual to attach her soul to one of her fingers to make a weaving shuttle to continue the so-called guidance of destiny until now.
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