As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

The so-called destiny is calculation and scheming.

The Keeper of Destiny has taken everything into consideration, so he has designed the most perfect world line. Everything in the entire Dusk Continent is developing in the direction that is most beneficial to him. All the so-called accidents in the eyes of others, even in the eyes of the administrator, are inevitable for the Keeper of Destiny.

Even in deep sleep, he still controls everything.

All the creatures on the entire Dusk Continent, whether they are humans, dragons, or the once-extinct Dusk tribe, or even the administrators, gods, and angels in heaven, are just chess pieces in fate that cannot be any smaller.

He is in control.

The feeling of wantonly playing with other people's fate is so comfortable that even in dreams, the destiny maintainer still feels waves of pleasure.

The huge single eye slowly turned and its gaze fell on Ron again. Looking at the fiercely burning flame, excitement flashed in its eyeballs.

Struggle, resist, despair, wail.

In the wheel of fortune, watching those tiny ants struggling with all their might but unable to escape the shackles of fate no matter what is the greatest entertainment for the keeper of fate. This is not the first time he has seen such a scene, but over the years no one has ever been able to break free from the wheel of fortune.

The moment you enter the world line, your body and your soul are already tightly entangled by the thread of fate.

There seemed to be some movement in the sky.

Is it the goddess who controls life and death?

That is indeed a very cunning loach.

Seal again and again, escape again and again.

Even the Keeper of Destiny couldn't help but feel a headache about such an existence.

But no matter how much of a headache it is, it will all end.

Ron was her last hope. Once this hope was eliminated by herself, there would only be eternal darkness in her life.

The one-eyed man watched Elsa's figure. Despite having this ability, he did not stop Elsa from approaching, and even allowed Elsa to appear in front of Ron.

It was also a form of entertainment to let this cunning goddess watch hope dissipate before her eyes while she was powerless to do anything about it. He was looking forward to seeing what expression he would see on Elsa's face.

At this moment, Elsa had already appeared in front of Ron. Seeing Ron with flames wrapped all over his body, Elsa's heart was gripped.

Obviously, Elsa is in a pure soul state now, but her hands are shaking uncontrollably and her little face is extremely pale.

She wanted to put out the fire in Ron.

But how can this fire of the soul be extinguished so easily?

The cold sea water around it could not extinguish the flames.

"Ron, stop..."

Elsa shouted loudly.

Her voice was very penetrating, and even in the deep sea, it still created ripples.

She wanted to wake Ron.

If Ron could stop the burning of the soul fire now, although he would definitely be seriously injured and his strength would be greatly reduced, and he might even fall to the lower realm, and the demigod realm he had worked so hard to achieve would be gone, but at least he could still survive.

But if the soul fire continues to burn like this, and Ron's soul is completely turned into ashes, then he will really have no chance.

But no matter how sharp Elsa's voice was, it could never reach Ron's ears.

No, maybe Elsa's voice had been heard by Ron.

But at this moment, Ron no longer had the ability to think normally.

In Ron's consciousness, the only thing left was one last obsession, which was that he absolutely could not let the person who had saved his life many times die in front of him.

Not only did Elsa's voice fail to interrupt the burning of Ron's soul fire, it even caused greater stimulation to Ron's remaining consciousness.

hum.

The flames grew even more violently.

The dark red flames were more than ten feet high.

All of a sudden, it seemed as if a blazing sun appeared out of nowhere in the depths of the ocean.

The one-eye above the stele looked at Elsa with full of teasing. The anxiety, worry, and fear on Elsa's face made the one-eye feel extremely satisfied, and his eyeballs rolled around excitedly.

In some ways, this one-eyed man can almost be regarded as the incarnation of the Keeper of Destiny.

The Destiny Maintainer has many clones like this, all of which are arranged at some extremely special and extremely important nodes to help the Destiny Maintainer deal with some important matters while he is sleeping.

The strength of the One-Eye is naturally not as good as that of the Destiny Maintainer.

However, the thoughts and memories of the one who maintains destiny are completely inherited.

Even this somewhat bad personality is the same.

Elsa's expression of fear and panic was the most beautiful picture in the world in the one-eyed man's eyes. He couldn't wait to see what Elsa would do.

Seeing that Ron's soul essence had been decreasing again and again, and Ron showed no intention of waking up from beginning to end, Elsa could no longer bear it.

She suddenly took a step forward, and milky white threads extended from her soul, like pure white, slender snakes, and coiled towards Ron.

The soul fire burned on the white silk thread, making crackling sounds.

This process did not seem to be very pleasant for Elsa, but she just groaned and soon returned to normal. The white silk quickly wrapped around Ron's soul origin.

Do you want to rescue the origin of the soul?

The one-eyed look was full of mockery.

This is a futile effort.

The goddess of life and death, don't you even understand this?

Just when the One-Eye was laughing at Elsa's ignorance, he suddenly found that the situation was somewhat different from what he expected. He hated the feeling of being out of control so much that his eyes became fierce.

In the one-eyed man's eyes, delicate white silk instantly weaved into a net, completely wrapping up Ron's remaining soul essence, but the white silk did not pull Ron's soul essence out of the soul fire.

In stark contrast, soft white light flowed along the delicate white threads and quickly spread towards the origin of the soul.

As the soul fire burned, Ron's soul origin not only did not continue to shrink, but instead gradually became fuller.

Lines of blood bloomed in the single eye.

That look highlighted what it meant to be bloodshot.

There was even some disbelief and shock.

The goddess of life and death is...is transferring the source of life that she controls into Ron's soul bit by bit.

That's right, that's it.

Is she crazy?

Didn't she know what would happen once she injected all of her life force into Ron's soul?

She will lose all authority over her life.

Her strength will be cut in half, and it will become easier to kill her.