Journey of the Fate Destroying Emperor novel Chapter 1177

Chapter 1177 Fate Puppet

1177 Fate Puppet

Mo Zun looked at Wang Wei, the hatred in his eyes almost palpable. If his eyes could kill, he would have eradicated this scorn from his life. No, he would do even worse things to him if he had the power. Sadly, his gaze was that of a sore loser, and even if he did not want to admit it, it was true.

"Are you trying to humiliate me?"

"As always, you overestimate yourself," Wang Wei said. "Do you think I have ever treated you as an opponent?" Wang Wei shook his head in disappointment.

"You had all this time to ascend and leave the lower dimension as swiftly as possible, but you didn't. Why? The answer is obvious: you held on to hope. You hope that something will happen to me or I will suffer great damage in my battle with the Abyss Gap.

"And even if that didn't work, you hoped to hide long enough until I ascended. Then, the lower dimension would become yours to do as you please. Without me on your way, you can finally win."

Wang Wei looked at him with pity. "Do you think someone who has to rely on luck and hope can be my opponent? This is what I mean by you're too arrogant and greedy." Wang Wei sighed:

"What a waste. It would have been better had Mo Xingyun taken over your power instead. Although she's as greedy as you, she's way smarter as she knows when to retreat and does not have that pointless pride."

"What do you want?" Mo Zun asked with gritted teeth. He had never felt so humiliated despite suffering countless failures since he proved the Dao. However, he controlled himself. As long as he was alive, there was hope, meaning he wouldn't give up until the very last minute.

"Nothing, really," Wang Wei replied casually. "I'll take what I want from you - I don't need your consent. I just wanted to put you in your place."

"What are you going to do with me?" Mo Zun.

"An interesting fact about me is I've never made a puppet - at least, not a genuine one with my Dao. It's odd since my physique was literally called the Fate Puppeteer Physique."

"You wouldn't."

"Be glad that you will be my first Fate Puppet."

"Don't do this," Mo Zun said swiftly. "Kill me, but don't humiliate me like this." He would rather die than be a puppet, so while saying these words, he tried everything possible to blow his soul. Sadly, he was completely sealed.

"Don't worry, it won't be painful or humiliating since I'll give you a new set of memories and personality," Wang Wei declared in a calm tone. His mummified body made his indifference even more terrifying. A projection of the River of Fate materialized in the room before strings rushed into Mo Zun's soul.

"No, stop it. Wait, I know a secret that may help you."

"No, you don't."

"I do. It's a secret realm -"

"Alright, don't be so pathetic and accept your fate," Wang Wei said. "With your luck and destiny, any secret realm you've encountered before dying will be useless to me."

"From now on, you don't have a name but an identity: the first general Hell Lord or the Hell Court. Your mission is to gather the backlash or misfortune of the Heavenly Emperor Era and ensure it lasts as long as possible. _{fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com}