There was silence on the lonely island in the black sea. A burst of laughter broke the silence as the Ruler’s lips curled up in a warm yet proud angle. She spoke slowly, “I said that you were not my match when it came to betting. Now will you believe me?”

Final was silent for a while before he rubbed his eyebrows, “I admit that what the Ancient Clan left behind was unexpected for me.” He spoke calmly and looked calm. However, there were tiny frown lines between his brows and they gave a serious feeling. 

This was not logical at all. Back then, when the Ancient Clan rose to their peak and was flourishing, they had all been within his vision. This kind of uncontrollable situation should not have arisen. But it happened, so what did this mean?

Final was thinking but it did not show on his face. After a pause, he continued, “But this does not mean that I have lost. I am still confident in Galaxy’s power.”

“This is plagiarizing; fate is nothing.” The Ruler’s lips curled up slightly...