Calamity Crown

"Are they important to you?"

The Witch of Time asked.

"Ah."

"I called them."

"I'm afraid I can't beat you."

Goethe honestly admitted.

"Then do you think that if they come, you will be able to win?"

"Well, look, didn't I catch you?"

Goethe nodded and asked back.

The Witch of Time laughed.

"I caught you!"

The Witch of Time said so, and began to deprive Goethe of time.

But what she stripped out was only the silt of the river of time.

Goethe is like a channel, transporting out the silt of the river of time in an endless stream, pasting it layer after layer, making the other party's time become nothingness.

Confused the other party.

Then came confusion.

And finally the void.

The other party, like a mud ball, was swallowed by 'hunger'.

And at this moment, fate found Goethe.

Her face is that of an ordinary woman.

She looked at Goethe.

"You are...no, it should be our strength, you seem to be very familiar with us."

"It was you who was in the passage before!"

The Witch of Fate reacted instantly.

Then, sighed.

"No wonder you are so familiar."

"So, do you understand the gap between us?"

"of course."

"It's more than 01:30."

Goethe was quite calm.

"Ah."

"Admit defeat."

"I will give you a face, and they can all survive."

The Witch of Fate nodded.

Goethe laughed out loud.

"Admit defeat to you?"

"You are destiny!"

"Once I admit defeat to you here, I will really lose!"

Goethe shook his head again and again.

"If you don't admit defeat, what's the difference?"

The Witch of Fate asked back.

The threads of fate are still avoided by Goethe, but these threads are woven into a net, a huge net that covers the sky and blocks the sun, and binds Goethe tightly.

The net keeps tightening.

Eventually, Goethe will be bound.

"Of course there is!"

Goethe said with a smile.

This time, he didn't dodge any more.

He let this big net full of threads of fate fall on him.

He accepts the shackles of fate.

The Witch of Fate smiled.

But immediately, the smile froze.

Goethe did not die under fate, but became more and more vigorous.

This? !

The witch of fate is puzzled.

Yes, Goethe accepts the shackles of fate.

Because, this is what he experienced.

But he will never compromise with fate.

I will not give in!

Born as a human being, he, Goethe, has the power to fight against fate!

Abandoned in the orphanage, he gritted his teeth and lived.

Being lured into the club, he gritted his teeth and lived.

Even retired, and being dragged here, he still gritted his teeth and lived.

Every time he experienced danger, every time he faced injustice, he gritted his teeth.

He gathers strength.

He wants to punch fate.

just now!

Finally a chance!

Hunger, laughter, greed, madness, killing intent, evil, and compassion began to pour into Goethe's body.

In an instant, 72 rpm.

Do not!

And Goethe himself!

It is the power of 81 rpm!

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

Goethe roared and threw out a fist.

This punch, with light, was on fire.

Shining on the darkness brought by fate.

Burning with the burden of fate.

"I'm qnmlgb!"

boom!

A solid punch landed on the face of the Witch of Destiny.

The web of fate shattered in an instant.

The Witch of Fate's head was smashed to pieces.

Various thoughts were conflicting in her mind, these were the thoughts that Goethe poured into her fists, there were pure evil encountered in the orphanage, and also pure good.

These are appetizers.

The real big deal is the lunatics in the club.

Each of them is incomprehensible.

Even the Witch of Fate cannot understand the behavior of these people.

No fear of life and death.

Hee hee haha.

No fear of good or evil.

Hahahaha.

"why why why?"

Facing her puzzlement, the Witch of Fate asked repeatedly.

"How do I know why?"

"Are you going to ask fate?"

Goethe asked back.

Then, another punch.

This punch smashed the body of the Witch of Fate.

The Witch of Fate began to dissipate.

But there is no death.

The almost endless power of fate began to pour into Goethe's body, together with the hovering power of time, Goethe defeated fate and won the crown cast by fate.

Time has become the brightest gem on the crown.

Goethe had anticipated this.

His gaze turned to the battlefield.

On the battlefield at this moment, the balance of victory is tilting towards him.

And all he needs to do is.

Hold victory firmly in your hands.

At this moment, a dragon flew from the sky.

Colorful, really good-looking.

The dragon yelled and cried as it flew.

"Goethe, Goethe, where are you?"

"Why is everyone gone?"

Yes, Sheila!

Got "some kind of real treasure" and became the unique Xila.

Goethe took advantage of fate to flip through it a little bit.

Can't help but sigh.

With a flash, he appeared on Shira's head.

"what!"

"Goethe!"

"I finally found you!"