I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

Xia Ya raised his eyebrows, and before he knew it, a stranger sat opposite him.

He has black hair, black eyes, a Greek nose, and an extraordinary appearance and temperament.

To be honest, if in another world, this kind of stranger suddenly came to talk to him in a familiar tone, Xia Ya would generally think that this was a new type of fraud.

But obviously, the mysterious language that this person just spoke is enough to prove that he is not an ordinary person.

Char knew only a handful of people in this world.

He knew even fewer people who actually had special powers.

The old man counts as one, Sebastian counts as one, and the Witch of the Wild barely counts as one.

The network of relationships is simple, and sorting things out is easy.

The reason why the person in front of me with special powers can recognize him as another person.

After thinking about it, it seems that the only option is the old man's line.

Xia Ya took over the old man's position, and it was reasonable for him to be mistaken for the old man.

Moreover, he also said that he was younger than what he had seen in the past, which further supported this speculation.

The person in front of him should be an old acquaintance of the old man, but he should not be familiar with him, otherwise he would not admit his mistake.

In this apocalyptic era, there should not be many non-regular units such as magicians, excluding the influence of fate.

Xia Ya is more inclined to think that the person in front of him is from a regular unit and can guess in the direction of Hades.

And the one who can communicate with "destiny" in this tone should be a god or something like that.

Therefore, the person in front of me is either the real God of Death or the God of Sleep.

In fact, this is indeed the case. If Sebastian were here, he might recognize the person in front of him as the great Death God he saw before, Thanatos.

Xia Ya silently picked up the tea in front of her, took a sip and smiled.

"Sir, have you admitted the wrong person?"

He looked at Char and raised his hand at the same time.

Hart slowly appeared beside them, but at this moment his eyes were blank, and he seemed to have lost his consciousness.

"He's fine. He'll regain consciousness when I leave."

Looking at Char who was looking at Hart, Thanatos spoke.

"I searched for your appearance and name in his memory.

Your existence is not found in the Book of the Dead. If you are not him, who are you? "

It turns out that it's because of Hart, Char thought.

He presented the Book of the Dead, and Char formally confirmed His identity.

It should be because of the fate he gave Hart that he changed his scheduled death, and as a god of death, he would naturally be aware of it.

Although this was attributed to his lack of information about the Book of the Dead, it was also his fault. He had not planned to be exposed to the perspective of something so quickly.

"If you want to hide, no one can find you."

Thanatos continued, "You waited for me here on purpose, right?"

No, I just want to have lunch here, Char thought.

But Xia obviously can't say that.

Although the god in front of him always wanted to communicate with him on an equal footing, he could still hear some apprehension and even fear in his tone.

This fear obviously came from the old man.

If he says that he is not the person he thinks he is, this fear may turn into something unfriendly.

After all, in fact, Char is not strong now, at least for gods, he is very weak.

"I never wait for anyone on purpose." Xia Ya said with a smile, "It's fate that makes you and I meet here."

Ambiguity can give Char a lot of initiative.

Thanatos was speechless. He raised his hand, and a key like a sickle appeared in his hand. He threw the key to Char.

"I have given an order to ignore all changes to the Book of the Dead.

From now on, no death will bother you.

This key allows you to enter and leave the underworld freely. If you want to find me, use this to summon me. "

After a pause, He said, "In the future, don't call me by my real name again."

Although he can be called upon in both ways, they are two completely different feelings for Thanatos.

Suppose He was sleeping in a room with the door closed, and this key could knock on His door to wake Him up, and He would just respond and go out.

And Xia called him by his real name and broke into the door even more roughly, then kicked him awake.

The most critical thing is that he can't be sure where Xia who calls his true name is.

That is to say, after kicking Him awake, the person will disappear, and it is up to Him to guess why others kicked Him awake.

Xia Ya took the small sickle-shaped key, looked at it carefully, nodded and commented.

“Exquisitely done.”

Thanatos looked at Char, "You haven't appeared for thousands of years. I don't know what you want to do when you appear now, and I don't want to know.

But what I want you to know is that no matter what you want to do, the underworld can cooperate. "

Char continued to take a sip of tea.

This great god of death seems not to know his, or rather "their" true identity.

Otherwise, He would not have said such words.

Because no one can resist fate easily.

Even those variables are part of fate in a sense.

There is no such thing as "cooperation or non-cooperation", because from the moment the gears of fate turn, everyone has no choice.

"You seem to be thinking too much." Xia Ya said with a smile on her face, "I'm just having lunch here, that's all.

As for what the future holds, I think fate will give the answer, right? "

After a pause, Xia Ya raised her eyes and looked at him and said, "Do you want to stay and eat together? I can order you another one."

Thanatos stared at him quietly without saying a word. He slowly stood up, and then turned into a line of black smoke and disappeared from the place.

Gazing at the place where the great god of death disappeared, Char raised his eyebrows and placed the tea cup in his hand on the table.

At first, he thought the god of death was coming to question him as to why he had interfered with death.

But later he discovered that it was more of a show of loyalty than a question.

In his bones is the pride of being a god, the son of Nyx, one of the original gods, and he is as unruly as a wolf.

But at this moment, in front of him, he behaved like a tamed wolf.

Of course, Xia knew that it was not him who tamed Him, but his senior.

He couldn't help but be curious about what the old man had done to the God of Death to make him be so in awe of him.

But obviously, he has no way of knowing now.

He took the small sickle in his hand and played with it quietly.

He didn't expect to get a summoned beast just by going out for lunch.

Of course, he cannot easily summon this summoned beast, because the more times he summons it, the easier it is for him to discover his true identity.

But before he completely controls the power that the old man gave him, as long as he uses it in the right way, it will be a good trump card.

As the Great Death left, Hart's eyes, which were unconscious on one side, slowly regained their charm.

When he was still confused as to why he appeared here, he saw Xia Ya.