Childhood Friend of the Zenith

I never became the Patriarch of the Gu Clan.

From the moment I was made Young Lord, I had no desire to become Patriarch—

But in the end, that was due to someone else's doing.

Wasn’t it?

Whether I wanted it or not—

I should have become Patriarch eventually. That was the life I had been destined for.

Even if I despised it, I was meant to take that seat. Even if I resisted, no matter how much I strayed, I would inevitably end up there.

That was the life I had lived.

Even if it was a miserable existence, I would have had to accept it.

I could rebel all I wanted, run away as much as I pleased—

But in the end, I would have taken that seat.

I would have become the very thing I resented—my father.

That was the path I had always expected to walk.

But then, the Demonic Cult and Cheonma appeared.

Cheonma—no, at the time, she was still Little Sword Saint—had tried to kill Divine Sword.

And I… I had entered the Demonic Cult in her place.

That was how I distanced myself from the Gu Clan.

How I fell away from the role of Young Lord, from the Patriarch’s seat—

And ultimately, how I ended up living a wretched and pitiful life.@@novelbin@@

That was my past life’s story.

“Cheonma twisted fate?”

So, was that why I never became a Calamity?

“What kind of bullshit is that?”

I scowled. How did that even make sense?

I couldn’t understand it. My mind refused to accept it.

That statement implied that Cheonma had known everything and deliberately changed fate.

“Why the hell would she do that?”

What for?