In the League of Assassins, there is a room that only Sloane can enter.
Mike stood quietly, looking at the loom in front of him that was pulling silk threads and running continuously, with some curiosity in his eyes.
The Loom of Destiny.
He walked up to it and looked at the cloth woven from strips of yarn, looking at it carefully.
The crossed vertical and horizontal lines really look like a person's destiny.
On the way to the textile yard, after discussion, Fox and Wesley went to find Sloan to determine the fate of the wanted order, and Cross was brought to this room by Mike.
Looking at Mike's back, Shizi felt very complicated.
Surprise, admiration and fear, as well as a trace of resentment.
He only watched Mike take out two cards, and then they gained the ability to become invisible, and then swaggered through the textile factory full of assassins and came to the Loom of Destiny.
There is usually no one in this room, only Sloan can come. After translating the cipher text, he hands the fateful wanted order to the assassin for execution.
Cross looked at the loom, his eyes shaking slightly.
Like Firefox, he believed in the Loom of Destiny, or rather, they had to believe it.
If they don’t believe it, it means that everything they believed in and pursued in the past has become a joke.
They are just killers, not assassins of fate at all.
So, he was going to deal with Sloan.
Sloane had fooled him and tainted his faith.
His cross-eyed eyes became firm, and he suddenly said: "Mr. Kent, do you believe in fate now?"
Mike turned around and smiled, saying: "Belief in destiny? Isn't this thing used to change?"
Destiny is not for belief, but for change.
"But fate is destined 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, this is indeed everyone's fate, but how you 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 and your own choices, are these important?"
Shizi was stunned for a moment and nodded.
Important, very important to him!
Because he has been accepting the guidance of 'fate' for so many years. Killing the person who 'should be killed' is the guidance of fate, so that he is no longer confused.
If these are not the guidance of fate, what he has done for so many years...
Mike held his chin, looked at the cross, shrugged, and said, "Okay, then you just need to still believe in your destiny."
For something like faith, you must first believe it before it can exist. If you don’t believe it, then you are just lying on your back.
Shizi couldn't help but said: "But if you don't believe it, why did you join the Assassin's League in the first place?"
Mike recalled it, smiled, but didn't answer.
The reasons are complex.
Because he traveled through time and was curious to change his life, because he was involved in an operation of the League of Assassins, and because he received the talent of an assassin from the system...
Cross fell silent, and Mike turned his head with a smile, looked at the loom, turned on his super vision, and when he saw the weaving shuttle, his eyes froze.
That's... a finger!
He was so shocked that he grabbed the weaving shuttle that was constantly shuttling and took it out.
Looking at this scene, Shizi was a little confused.
But Mike pulled open the iron sheet of the weaving shuttle, revealing the wooden weaving shuttle with carved patterns inside. With a squeeze, the wooden weaving shuttle shattered, and a magic circle dissipated.
Mike frowned, and then under Cross's shocked gaze, he took out a... finger
"What's this?"
Cross murmured, feeling that his cognition was breaking.
The moment Mike took the finger, he felt a powerful spiritual energy begin to invade his mind.
Mike's expression changed slightly, and when the light spots on the cards in his hand dissipated, he stood expressionless.
But in his mind, a vague black shadow appeared.
"Ha ha!"
Feeling Mike's powerful body, the shadow smiled happily.
This body is hers!
"what are you?"
In the darkness, Mike's voice rang.
"I am destiny!"
"Give your mother a head!"
Mike couldn't help but curse.
The figure froze for a moment, then said angrily: "I am the god who can see destiny!"
See destiny
Mike groaned and said, "Is that finger yours? Why are you in that finger?"
"I... what does this have to do with you? Your body will be mine immediately!"
It doesn't seem too stupid.
Originally, he thought that the other person had been locked in the weaving shuttle for who knows how long. When he was about to get a new body, he would be full of desire to tell and show off.
"Sorry to disappoint you."
Mike said lightly, and his mind that was originally filled with darkness suddenly lit up, and then the figure froze, a look of panic flashing in his eyes.
She was actually locked in a cage, and in front of her was Mike, who was like a giant.
when? When did this cage appear
She looked at the giant Mike in front of her with great fear.
spiritual realm.
When Mike saw that finger, he had already taken out a card named Professor X, and when the other party invaded his mind, the card had already been activated.
After that, instead of the other party entering his mind, he pulled the other party in, and then unknowingly locked the other party into a mental cage.
"No!"
The voice screamed.
With a thought in Mike's mind, the terrifying spiritual power directly invaded the other party and checked the other party's memory.
This is a mutant who has awakened the ability to predict the future.
She was originally just a weaver, but after she awakened this ability, she called herself the apostle of destiny, using the future she saw to guide the weavers in the textile factory to pursue good fortune and avoid disaster.
As time passed, she became people's belief and a guiding light in people's eyes.
Later, in a premonition, she predicted that someone would kill her in the future.
So, she was horrified and asked the weavers who believed in fate to kill the man in advance, and called this the guidance of fate. It was fate that made that man die because that man would bring about killing one day in the future.
The weavers who believed in her had no doubts about this, and the League of Assassins was formed.
From that day on, the Assassin's League had a mission, which was to, under her guidance, kill those who it predicted would harm others in the future to avoid future killings.
Finally one day, the League of Assassins killed someone they shouldn't have killed, and their enemies came to the door and killed her.
But the people of the League of Assassins needed the guidance of fate, so they used magic rituals to attach her soul to one of her fingers and made a weaving shuttle, which continues the so-called guidance of fate until now.