Chapter 34 This is Destiny

Diablo was furious.

No matter who you are, if you suddenly hear a fortune teller yelling that you will suffer a bloody disaster within three days, you will definitely not feel very good.

What really made Diablo angry was that although he didn't want to admit it, he actually believed in Scribe's nonsense .

Because he has always been a person who believes in destiny.

More than a decade ago, when Diablo was just an ordinary serial killer, he met a fortune teller named Granny Enya in Egypt and received a prediction and a prophecy from her:

"You will become an emperor hidden in the darkness."

"Light and dark, outside and inside, as long as this secret exists, the death of others will continue to bring you happiness... your glory will never fade."

This prediction has clearly come true.

Diablo has also been carefully hiding his true identity, following the trajectory engraved by fate, and enjoying the everlasting glory in the darkness.

But now...

According to this mysterious substitute user, he seemed to have become an outcast of fate.

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible..."

Diablo growled in a low voice:

"I don't believe it... You must be talking nonsense in an attempt to disturb my mind!"

“Does this make sense?”

Scribe sighed softly: "We are all just slaves of fate."

"Resistance or disbelief is useless."

“Instead of deceiving yourself, you should accept your fate calmly, touch [the Rolling Stone], and let it bring you a painless death.”

Although Scribe was now forced to turn his back to him, Diablo could still imagine the look in his eyes -

That must be the look one gives to a dying person, one that contains a sickening pity.

"Asshole!"

"How can my fate be determined by a tiny stone..."

He gritted his teeth and ordered the Crimson King to pick up Sklibi, then threw him heavily to the ground in a vent of anger.

Finally, Diablo stepped on Scribe's neck:

"The Stone of Destiny, huh?"

"Then let me ask you... Since you believe in the prophecy of this stone so much, did this stone tell you..."

"Are you going to die today?!"

"Of course." Scribe hummed softly.

Even though his neck was being violently stepped on and his cheek was bleeding from being rubbed against the ground, he still remained so calm, as calm as a dead person who had stopped breathing.

Scribe didn't even struggle, he just said calmly:

"It was around eight this morning when [Rolling Stone] suddenly changed...it carved out my death!"

"Not only do I know I'm going to die, I also know how I'm going to die—"

"I'll be shot through the heart and bleed to death."

“…”

Faced with this kind of guy who doesn't care about death and treats himself as a dead man, Diablo doesn't know what to say.

And then Scribe continued to narrate:

"I knew I was doomed to die, but I still found a way to refuse [the Stones'] euthanasia."

"Because at that time, [the Rolling Stones] not only carved out my death, but also had a sense of the fate of another person, yours."

"I think…"

"There must be something that connects my fate with yours."

"So I didn't die immediately, but followed the location of the Rolling Stones to find you, the man who was sentenced to death by fate together with me."

"But... I never thought that our 'connection' would be like this."

He smiled bitterly, but muttered to himself mysteriously:

"If I hadn't come to you, I might not have died."

"But with my personality, I will definitely come to you."

"Haha... fate, this is fate!"

“Enough…enough!”

Diablo couldn't listen any more.

The shackles of "fate" faintly suffocated him:

"I don't believe it..."

"So-called destiny, is it impossible to change it?!"

"That's right...hahaha..."

He suddenly laughed very viciously:

"Scribbe, didn't you say that the destiny shown by the [Rolling Stones] was absolutely correct?"

"The way it predicts death is that you will be shot through the heart, right?"

"Hahaha…"

Diablo squatted down and grabbed Scribe's neck with his hands:

"Fate tells you that you will die at the gunpoint, but... suffocation, blunt force trauma, piercing the chest, crushing the skull, cutting the veins, peeling the skin..."

"I can think of a hundred ways to kill you!"

"Come on..."

"Call out your [Rolling Stone] and have it predict again and see which method I will use!"

“…”

Scribe endured the huge force on his neck and managed to utter a few words with difficulty:

"Don't bother."

"No matter what you do, I'm going to die by the gunpoint, as [the Rolling Stones] show me."

"Wrong answer."

Diablo smiled coldly:

"It seems that your [Rolling Stone] is not as effective as you said."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was ready to increase the strength of his hands and strangle Scribe to death.

But, at this moment...

"stop!"

"Do not move!"

At the intersection of the alley, two loud shouts suddenly rang out.

They were two young policemen armed with guns.

They received an emergency report and came here specifically to investigate the murder of the taxi driver.

From their perspective, Diablo was now pinning an innocent citizen down and strangling the man's neck with murderous force.

“Stop it now!”

Two young policemen held guns in their hands and nervously pointed at Diablo from behind:

"The pink-haired guy..."

"Get off that man!"

"Police? Damn it..." Diablo didn't look back: "Is it because I just yelled twice that you were attracted here?"

"Hello!"

The two young policemen behind him continued to yell:

"If you don't stop, we'll start shooting!"

"etc…"

One of the policemen suddenly discovered something:

"Pink hair... this guy... this guy is the lunatic who just killed the taxi driver and ran away, right?!"

"Shoot!"

After realizing that he was facing a perverted murderer, the young policeman immediately pulled the trigger somewhat out of control.

Amid the smoke, bullets were fired.

The popping sound of the gun also touched his colleague's tense nerves, causing another policeman to subconsciously fire his gun.

Bang!

Two bullets, at a distance of just three or four meters, hit Diablo's back directly.

“Damn it!”

Diablo didn't expect that the two rookie policemen would fire so recklessly.

As the boss who protects the bosses of the bosses of these police bosses, he really wanted to fire these two rookies who had seriously violated discipline with just one phone call.

But now the bullet was about to hit his back, and Diablo didn't have time to think:

"The Crimson King!"

He had no other choice but to instinctively activate the Time Cut.

Diablo's body instantly turned into a non-existent existence independent of the timeline, and the bullets passed through his body without any effect.

Then, while the time-depleting state had not yet ended and everyone was moving unconsciously, he walked calmly into the darker alley.

Eventually, the time-shaving process ends.

Diablo had completely disappeared from the sight of the two policemen.

"well?"

“Where are the people?!”

The two young policemen's faces changed drastically at the same time: "How...how could it be?"

"The pink-haired man is gone!"

"Then... where did all our bullets go?"