God of Tricksters

In Egypt, the Fist Saint received a distinguished guest.

She was a middle-aged woman with long brown hair. There was a huge black bag under her eyes, making her face look gloomy. However, her gaze felt different for those who made eye contact with her. They would feel their souls were getting ripped apart.

The woman had no fear, even when she was facing the Fist Saint as she walked to one of the Fist Saint's mansions, only to find the Fist Saint coming out to greet her.

"Madam Fila." The Fist Saint smiled warmly.

Despite being a top ten expert, the Fist Saint was extremely polite to this woman.

Madam Fila nodded her head and said, "You are injured indeed."

The Fist Saint scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"I'm not going to talk about it right now. I can understand why you want me to visit you instead of the other way around." Madam Fila observed the Fist Saint's condition before saying, "Anyway, I owed you a favor, so I'm going to repay it right now."

"Thank you. Please come in. I've prepared everything you requested for."

Madam Fila nodded and followed the Fist Saint to the back of his mansion and found a few things.

They were a sheep, sword, mirror, and brush.

The Fist Saint had emptied the mansion so that no one could see Madam Fila or even disturb her.

As soon as she confirmed the items, she asked, "Who do you want to read?"

"To be honest, I want you to read mine and the old hag."

"My favor only allows you to request me to read a single person. And that is only a person that I've seen." Madam Fila rejected him without hesitation.

The Fist Saint thought for a moment. Since he needed a bit more time to recover and would stay in the country within that time, he answered, "Then, the old hag."

"The Death Reaper is it…" Madam Fila nodded and walked toward the mirror. She dropped the mirror on top of the grass and grabbed the sword. "I have seen her, but do you have her current photo?"

"No. But I think I can ask her selfie right now."

"Ask it then."

"Okay." The Fist Saint immediately grabbed his Skylink to contact the Death Reaper.

Meanwhile, Madam Fila led the sheep to the mirror and… cut its neck.

There wasn't a single hesitation to cut the sheep. The blood splattered around, but most of them dropped to the mirror, covering the entire mirror.

After that, Madam Fila sat on the grass and used the brush to write down a few symbols on the mirror, utilizing the blood as her paint.

"This is her photo." The Fist Saint came to her and put down his Skylink, showing the photo to Madam Fila.

Without answering him, Madam Fila looked at the photo as her black eyes turned white.

A huge shadow suddenly came out of the ground and grabbed her as if trying to possess her. After that, Madam Fila lowered her head until her face was only a few inches away from the mirror.

Her entire body and even Magic Power turned black.

"…" The Fist Saint took a step back to give her some distance. He observed her while furrowing his eyebrows, thinking, 'Blood Divination. An ability that makes her one of the most protected people in the world.

'The ability itself can only be used once a month. However, it's so accurate that many powerful leaders or businessmen want to receive her divination because they can gain so much rich from her divination.

'If someone targets her, they will receive the anger from those who want to receive her favor. That's why she's one of the most protected people in the world.'

While he was thinking, an abrupt conclusion occurred.

The mirror suddenly cracked, and the blood spurted like a fountain, covering her entire face.

"AAAAHHHH!" Madam Fila screamed in pain as she used her hands trying to cover her face.

"Madam Fila? What happened?!" The Fist Saint's heart instantly dropped when he saw something unfamiliar. He immediately came to Madam Fila's side while checking her condition, wondering what had happened.

Madam Fila gritted her teeth. Although her eyes were covered with blood, she could still endure the pain as a Mythical Rank Expert. However, her body was clearly shaken from the shock.

"Madam Fila?" The Fist Saint tried to know her condition. "Who do I need to call at a time like this? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"Fist Saint…." Madam Fila grabbed his hand tightly as she started wiping the blood on her face while keeping her eyes closed. She asked with a heavy tone. "Who have you offended?"

"What?" The Fist Saint tilted his head in confusion, not understanding her question. "I have offended many people, but no one is stronger than me."

"NO!" She shouted desperately.

"What did you see earlier?"

"I didn't see anything. Only blood. And that's exactly the problem." Madam Fila gnashed her teeth. "Even the Time God wouldn't escape my eyes that could see the future! However, this is different.

"There is someone blocking my eyes the whole time. That bloodied thing prevented me from seeing anything! Do you know what this means?"

Her tone was filled with anger while the Fist Saint had no words to say as he truly didn't know anything about this.

"This means there's a stronger existence than the Time God who can block my eyes from seeing the future. Only someone at that level can do it! Who did you offend, Fist Saint? Out with it!"

"I…" The Fist Saint scratched the back of his head. "I don't know. I truly don't have any idea which is strong enough to cause all that. If that person is stronger than the Time God, wouldn't I be dead already?"

Madam Fila gritted her teeth as she couldn't refute his words. But she was still angry. If she didn't read the Death Reaper's future or the Fist Saint didn't invite her here, she wouldn't be involved in this.

"You make that existence aware of my presence. I don't even know what my future will be from now on! You fist bastard! I'm going to curse you for this."

Just like the Fist Saint, no one actually knew this existence since they couldn't imagine a person stronger than the Time God.

Unbeknownst to all living people in the world, an unknown force had begun to move.