"Although it's called the Eye of Destiny, I'm one hundred percent sure it has nothing to do with the Serpent of Destiny."
Charles couldn't quite pinpoint why he was so certain, but from his mere two encounters with this True God, he could sense that the True God's temperament was definitely not on the same path as the Eye of Destiny.
"Could it be that besides the Serpent of Destiny, there are other deities in control of fate?"
"Or perhaps, the Serpent of Destiny became one of the Nine Great True Gods only after slaying an Evil God who controlled fate?"
As a transmigrator, Charles's train of thought was wildly divergent and, having little respect for the divine, he quickly came up with all sorts of messy ideas.
Amisphidas suddenly let out a dreadful scream; he had been struck by Anthony once again, his leg snapped off, and he fell from the sky.
Charles's eyes sparkled, and he said, "Tumishen! Let's go pick up that lion leg!"
