Pigeon by the Window

I, Fang Cheng, an Immortal.
Although I had developed many hit games, there was one question I never quite figured out.
Games, why are you fun?

To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

The script conceived by the Scavenger filled it with dread, and the arrangements by Lady Tragedy would only turn out a hundred times more terrifying than anything it could imagine.


After another fruitless prayer, it carefully took out a capsule.


The capsule was tiny, barely half a centimeter long when held in its hand, but the poison contained within was immensely potent, enough to kill it instantly without any pain.


As it gazed at the object, it began to contemplate whether to end its own life, yet it worried that even this might be part of Lady Tragedy's plan.


While it was torn by indecision, someone knocked on the door, the sudden sound making it almost drop the poison in its fright. It barely managed to grasp it securely and tucked it into its pocket.


Staring at the door of the prayer room, it temporarily suppressed its emotions and then asked, "Who is it?"


"My lord, a friend of yours is here, it says it wishes to see you."


Chapter 180 Fate Comes Full Circle (Part 2)_2