Chapter 1252: Suspicion (Request for Monthly Votes)

"Impressive,"

The figure sitting in front of the chessboard lifted his head and glanced at the brilliant starlight gradually fading at the horizon, sighing with some sentiment, "You've chosen someone who can create miracles."

"It wasn't I who chose him, but fate,"

The man in military uniform continued to stand on the hill, quietly gazing at everything at the edge of the field of view, "I cannot choose anyone. It is fate that guides those who might change everything to the positions they are meant to be."

"So do you think,"

The figure in front of the chessboard waved his hand lightly. The white rook before him slowly shattered, followed by the other pieces on the board, leaving only the black rook, black king, and the white queen.

He gazed at the much emptier chessboard before him, his gaze falling on the black rook, and smiled as he asked, "Can he truly change everything? The one he must face has already almost crossed that threshold."