Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?

Chapter 269: Chapter266-Fate Crystal and Everyone’s Transformation



Sensing the War God's underestimation of Owen, the Lord of Stars turned to Owen with a gentle smile and said, "Owen, with the Millennial Cataclysm approaching, would you be willing to join us in resisting the Heavenly Dao?"

Hearing this, the War God couldn't help but stare at the Lord of Stars in shock.

The mention of the Millennial Cataclysm was something she was faintly aware of. But to ask Owen to join their ranks and fight against the Heavenly Dao? Owen's current strength was nowhere near sufficient!

Only mages at the level of the Archdemon would be barely qualified.

Yet, the Lord of Stars did not invite the Archdemon. He invited Owen!

This made her even more uncertain about the Lord of Stars and increasingly unsure about Owen.

However, she knew that every word and action of the Lord of Stars was the result of careful calculation. If not, he would have been destroyed long ago in his struggle against the Heavenly Dao.

His current attitude toward Owen carried a level of seriousness that was unprecedented! The War God slowly loosened her grip on Owen's neck, her gaze filled with suspicion as she glanced back and forth between the Lord of Stars and Owen.

The moment Owen saw the Lord of Stars, he felt as if every secret he had was laid bare. He hesitated briefly, then nodded seriously and said, "Since it's you, Lord of Stars, inviting me to fight against the Heavenly Dao and survive the Millennial Cataclysm, I have no reason to refuse. But I must ask: why are you inviting me?"

According to the original storyline, this Lord of Stars was a terrifying figure, one of the supreme existences.

Although his talent might seem impressive to others, to a being of such stature, it should be nothing extraordinary. Owen was genuinely curious-what exactly had this mighty entity seen in him?

As Owen's question hung in the air, the War God, Archdemon, Elysia, and Seraphina all turned to stare intently at the Lord of Stars.

The Lord of Stars responded earnestly, "Because you are someone who stands outside the bounds of fate."

The moment these words were spoken, the War God's mind roared as if struck by thunder. She had considered many possibilities-perhaps Owen shared some connection with the Lord of Stars, or maybe the Lord of Stars simply valued his talent or his role as the wielder of the Godslayer Staff.

But she never expected that Owen would be someone he described as standing beyond the confines of fate!

Every living being in this world was bound by the rules of fate. Whether one resisted or conformed, they ultimately followed the predetermined path, as if swept along by the tides of time, helpless to change anything.

Even as Celestial Gods, they were the same, and this feeling of being manipulated by fate only grew stronger.

It was as if they were nothing more than puppets of fate.

They had fought against it for ages but had always failed, forever ensnared within the web of destiny.

The only ones who ever seemed to show any promise of breaking free from fate's grasp were the Chosen Ones, those blessed with immense fortune.

Such beings were the darlings of heaven and earth, with every step they took seemingly guided by the hand of fate, while all others appeared merely as their supporting characters.

Yet even they were exceedingly rare.

John, whom they had lured to this place, had been such a person. And Raymond, whom Owen had just slain, was another.

Individuals like them were few and far between and, even then, they could not truly escape fate's grasp.

Now, the Lord of Stars claimed that Owen was truly free of fate's control. How could she believe that?

The Archdemon, Elysia, and Seraphina knew little about the concept of fate. To them, it was an intangible and elusive idea.

But for the Lord of Stars to say so...

Such an ancient being would never speak lightly or deceive them.

When Owen heard this, his mind erupted in a storm of thoughts. The Lord of Stars-true to his reputation as a being who contended with the Heavenly Dao-had discerned some of Owen's underlying nature.

After all, as a transmigrator, Owen technically did not belong to this world and thus was not bound by its fate.

In normal circumstances, no one could ever kill John. After all, John was the protagonist!

But Owen, unaffected by the strings of fate, had repeatedly defeated John, forcing fate to rewrite itself time and time again. Now, his actions were even influencing the Millennial

Cataclysm.

While the Lord of Stars might not know about transmigration, he must have sensed a monumental shift in the lines of fate and deduced that Owen was different.

Realizing why the Lord of Stars valued him, Owen felt relieved.

The Millennial Cataclysm was approaching, and he needed to plan for the long term. An alliance with the Lord of Stars and others was not a bad idea.

"Very well, I'll trust you on this!"

As for the War God, she scrutinized Owen repeatedly, finding it hard to see past his beautiful visage. She saw nothing special in him, nothing that would hint at the extraordinary being described by the Lord of Stars.

After a moment of silence, she clenched her fists. In the end, she decided to trust the Lord of

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After all, the Lord of Stars was stronger than she was.

"Lord of Stars, I'll believe you this time."

She then turned to Owen.

"Since we are now allies against the Heavenly Dao, I'll let bygones be bygones. This spear of mine-consider it a gift, an apology for my previous transgressions. What do you say?" Having decided to trust the Lord of Stars, the War God decisively placed a heavy bet on Owen. Owen hadn't expected the hot-tempered War God to offer him an apology. Knowing how powerful and unique the Spear of War God was, Owen laughed cheerfully and said, "If the War God is so sincere, then naturally, all past grievances are just misunderstandings. From now on, we should stand united!"

The War God nodded, and with a wave of her hand, the Spear of War God flew straight into Owen's hand.

The spear felt immensely heavy in his grip, exuding a biting cold. A trace of Raymond's presence lingered, resisting Owen's control.

But the next moment, Owen activated his Supreme of All and Armament Merge skills.