Fate is the thread, miracles are the dots. Connected together, these dots of miracles form what's known as destiny, the very foundation of the entire universe. From atomic quarks to galaxies and star gods, nothing is exempt. It's just that with the addition of a few miracles called magic, everything feels a little different.

"Ms. Heita, could you tell me where you found this high-quality stock, Xiaohui?"

"This genius knows everything and can do everything." Turning around, he saw someone teasing Sanyueqi and Liuying. He immediately turned the phone over and yelled, "I was here first, can you guys please have some shame?"

"Ms. Tirispios, it is said that you are a messenger abducted by the God of Destiny. Is this true?" The microphone was then pointed at a beautiful red-haired girl.

"Nonsense, Lord Star God is so noble and unparalleled, how can ordinary people make random guesses about him?" Tibao said expressionlessly, pulling over someone who was just escaping from the Shura field of the Black Tower, March Seven, and Liuying, holding his arm, his eyes flashing with red hearts, and grinning foolishly.

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No one stands in the sky from the beginning, not you, me, or even the Star God, but the position reserved for the throne of heaven is about to be filled. From now on, I will stand at the top. Quick, drive my Type-Moon Heavy Industries crane over here and lift up the Nanook in front for me.

Xiaohui looked at the antimatter army and their master at the end of the sky, and felt that the development of this star iron seemed to have exceeded his expectations...