Shen Zhu knelt in the blood in the gray alley, digging his fingers into the gaps in the floor tiles. Shen Yan, the legitimate son of the Shen family, smiled condescendingly: "Last son, can't you see through everyone's fate? Why can't you even see that you will die today?" The next second, his heart was pierced. But death is not the end - he opened his eyes and returned to three hours ago. This time, he remembered all the trump cards: Shen Yan's destiny contained the stain of the Fate Council, Xia Jiuyuan's destiny was related to the Shen family's annihilation case, and every low-level destiny person he had saved in Hui Lane would become his sword. The Fate Council stared into his eyes, the backlash of cause and effect was corroding the retina, and a memory was consumed every time the death relapse occurred. But Shen Zhu put all his chips on the line: he wanted Chen Yan to kneel back to Ash Alley, he wanted the Fate Council to admit the taboo in person, and he wanted everyone to see that the last son's destiny was never the ninth grade.
