"This game was not worth it from the beginning, I am telling you," a man with green-coloured snake hair shouted in front of me as he groaned a little.
"I should just end this world and do us all a favor. Whose idea even was this to let some fate weavers decide the fate of the world that we rule?" He shouted in irritation.
"You are just irritated that yours fought within his own kingdom trying to take over his God, right?" The other man wearing a brown-coloured dress smirked at the green-haired one before adding in a dramatic voice,
"The child of mana! Pfft~ Hahaha!"
The brown Primordial laughed at the green one, while the green one sighed as he spoke.
"That child is rather too immature. After unlocking his third restriction by a stroke of luck, he became too prideful. I doubt it will be long before he gets consumed with his own power."
"Though yours is actually worse, don't you think? He started plotting against us and then got trapped in his own trap," the green primordial looked at the brown one with a pitiful gaze.
Though the brown one didn't feel bad as he smiled at the green-haired one.
"What's that smile for?" The green-haired one asked as he found that smile to be hiding something.
"Come here. Look at this. I found this as I was looking at my fate, weaver," the brown-haired one spoke as he opened up a screen in front of them, showing a certain town at the Border of Nirvana and Aurelian Empire.
"It's the place where your fate weaver is trapped. What about it?" The green-haired one asked, a bit confused.
"Despite being a mentalist, you aren't too sharp, are you?" The brown-haired one spoke to the green primordial, the Mentalist.
"Still better than being the Drunkard," spoke the Mentalist with a slight annoyance before he focused on that town again. Didn't take much long before he figured out what the Drunkard was talking about.
"Another fate weaver? Which one is he?" He asked as he looked at the man doing some menial chores that most of the mortals do. Creating some minor arrays for minor buffs that could only be used by newly born children or something.
"What is he even doing? Why create so many useless arrays that even normal mortals can't use? Is he wrong in the head?" The Mentalist argued before turning to the Drunkard, asking,
"Did he stumble upon something because of his stupidity?"
"Yeah. He defied fate," the Drunkard smiled as he looked at the Mentalist.
"Defied fate? What's so big about that? He is a fate weav- WHAT DID YOU SAY?!!" Now the Mentalist was shocked as he looked at the man again. His eyes focused on what that fate weaver was actually doing.
Still, he couldn't figure out what he was doing and in the end he turned to the Drunkard.
"Explain," the Mentalist demanded, and the Drunkard smiled.
"First, sign a contract with me that you won't tell anyone about what I am going to tell you. Neither you are going to mention this fate weaver to anyone."
The Mentalist understood why the Drunkard was being so secretive. If other Primordials knew about this, they would make things difficult for this one… or perhaps even try to steal him or something.
They might even warn other weavers about this particular one, turning them hostile towards him.
"All right," the Mentalist immediately prepared a contract, taking a proper oath that he won't tell anyone about this fate weaver and what the Dunkard is about to say. And after confirming the contract, the Drunkard then smiled.
"Then I should begin with what happened in the Mirag Town," the Drunkard made an excited expression as he began telling the story of 'Adam' and 'Phantom'.
At first, it seemed as if it was just a stroke of luck, but as the story continued; the Mentalist was beyond shocked. He was in awe of what Adam did at his level. While other Primordials won't agree to it since it's just child's play for them, Mentalist could somewhat connect to Adam.
"I could do it if I used all my powers but… you said that he had no special power, right?"
That amazed the Mentalist the most. Perfection.
But that was only the beginning as he began telling them about the mistakes the Enchantress made, and the growth of Adam. And his feats in the Border town during the initial days.
Especially with the Morpheus and Wesker identities.
"Pfft~ Hahahaha. He is certainly an interesting being," hearing about his shenanigans, the Mentalist couldn't help but enjoy and laugh. This was the kind of joy they craved for. The fun they wanted.
"And now to the main course," the Drunkard spoke dramatically as he began telling what happened in the Border Town with the Hell Guardian and everything else.
And the Mentalist could only gasp as he was on an edge the entire time. One mistake and the entire town could have been wiped… no, that is how it was… but fate was defied.
With perfection again.
And as the story continued with the Hell Guardian, the deal, and then the entry of the Enchantress, the Mentalist was truly amazed.
Wiping the non existent sweat from his forehead, he then looked at the Drunkard with an extremely satisfied look. He hadn't been this excited for over so many years.
"It was 10 times better when it happened in front of my eyes. I feel like I have gotten younger by 10,000 years," the Drunkard spoke as he looked at Mentalist, who was now observing Adam working with a smile on his face.
"I wonder what kind of powers he has," the Mentalist asked, but the Dunkard just spoke.
"Ai! Why worry about what kind of powers he has? What's the fun in enjoying the trick if you already know how it's done? Let's just sit back and see what he is going to do next. I doubt anything he does is not a part of his plans… including those arrays he is making."
"Just makes me excited wondering what he is planning to do with them," the Drunkard spoke as he looked at Adam with excitement again.
"Well. Since I have nothing to do anymore, I might as well watch him. You said that he is also using the clone with your given skill, right? I guess I will watch the other clones for now," the Mentalist spoke as he began watching Morpheus through his screen.
And thus Adam gained 2 Primordials as his followers.