Chapter 418 "Luck"

Inside Thanos's battleship, the lights were dim and soft, and the surrounding metal walls were glowing coldly. In the center of the room, a huge obsidian chair stood, like a giant shadow covering the entire room. Thanos sat on the chair, his legs crossed, his hands lightly placed on his knees, his eyes closed, immersed in deep meditation. His breathing was slow and powerful, and every breath seemed to be synchronized with the pulse of the universe. In the room, there was silence, only Thanos's faint breathing echoed in the air.

In this silence, Thanos' consciousness gradually withdrew from his body, as if traveling through endless space and time. His mind was like a ray of light, shuttling through the multidimensional universe, interweaving with different dimensions at every moment, feeling those abstract concepts beyond mortal understanding. Space became blurred in his consciousness, time seemed to have lost its meaning, and all dimensions were intertwined into an endless picture in his mind.

His consciousness entered a void and cold realm, where there was no light or darkness, only a deep and quiet existence. In the depths of this void, a faint light flickered, as if calling Thanos. The light exuded an ancient and mysterious aura, with an irresistible attraction. Thanos' consciousness slowly approached the light, and he knew that this was the realm of death, the destination of the end of everything in the universe.

As he approached, the light gradually became clearer, revealing a female figure. Her figure was elegant, exuding a mysterious and deadly beauty. Her eyes were like the abyss, as if they could swallow everything. She was Death, the embodiment of endless reincarnation in this universe, and the ultimate power that controlled life and death.

Death looked at Thanos' arrival with a complex emotion in her eyes. She knew that the man in front of her, in addition to loving her deeply, had been dedicating all the life in the universe to her in an almost fanatical way. For Death, Thanos was not just her follower, but more like a writer who wove endless death chapters for her.

In her heart, Thanos' actions seemed like a sad and beautiful poem, and every line of the poem depicted the traces of death: "The stars fell, there was silence, the living were false, and the dead were true." Thanos gave her not only his life, but also the ultimate pursuit of the order of the universe. His every move seemed to be weaving a grand picture of death, and she was the center of that picture.

Thanos' consciousness gradually stabilized, and he was about to speak, but was interrupted by the deep gaze of Death. There was a hint of hesitation and contemplation in her eyes, as if she was thinking about something important. After a moment, a hint of compassion appeared in her eyes, and then she slowly spoke, her voice low and full of some indescribable emotions: "Thanos, I know why you came. You have sacrificed countless lives for me, your loyalty and determination are impeccable, but today, I feel another breath of death, which you just brought..."

Her voice echoed in the void, as if telling some hidden truth: "The fortune teller's death, his consciousness has been integrated into my realm. Through his death, I saw what he said before you, those prophecies about destiny. Do you really believe that your destiny has come to an end?"

Thanos' expression changed slightly. He looked at Death's insightful eyes. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke with a hint of unwillingness and persistence in his voice: "Death, everything I do is for you. I don't believe in destiny, and I am even less willing to accept this prophecy. I will collect all the Infinity Stones, and I will control the fate of the universe."

Death's eyes softened a little, she stared at Thanos quietly, with a hint of sadness in her voice: "Thanos, your determination is undoubtedly indestructible, but are you really ready to face the end of your destiny? What do you pursue is power, or an eternal love? Are you willing to give up everything for this, even give up your control of the universe?"

Thanos remained silent, a silent struggle was going on in his heart. He had never doubted his determination, but at this moment, the words of death forced him to re-examine everything about himself. What was his love, his power, his pursuit all for?

Death's figure moved forward slightly, as if to embrace him in her arms. Her voice was low and gentle: "Thanos, no matter what you choose, I will be by your side. All your efforts will not be forgotten. But remember, some destinies cannot be resisted after all."

Thanos looked into her eyes that were like the abyss, and his inner turmoil gradually subsided. The choice he faced was not only a test of fate, but also an examination of his innermost self. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "No matter what fate holds, I will continue to move forward."

Death nodded slightly, with a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes: "Then, let us witness the final outcome of this fate together."

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Thanos slowly opened his eyes, his purple pupils flashing with a determined light. His expression was no longer hesitant, and he had a clear plan in his mind. He returned to reality from meditation, and a strong will surged in his consciousness like a tide. He stood up, and with a slight movement of his broad shoulders, he mobilized the strength of his whole body. He had decided not to wait for fate to decide for him, but to confront fate himself.

In a remote and hidden corner of the universe, the land where the three sisters of fate live is a realm full of mystery and taboos. There is no clear concept of time and space here, and everything seems to be outside of reality. The surrounding environment is like being shrouded in thick fog, and the lavender light flows slowly in the fog, as if every ray of light is telling the endless cycle of fate.

In this misty land, ancient trees are intertwined with their roots, and faint starlight flickers between their branches and leaves. Countless hair-thin silver threads are entangled on the tree trunks, and traces of time flow on the silver threads, as if each thread connects countless destinies in the universe. The ground is covered with soft moss, emitting a cool light, as if the entire earth is whispering, telling the endless history and future.

The three sisters of fate are the masters of this realm. They stand in front of an ancient stone altar. In the center of the stone altar is a dark abyss. The abyss emits a deep and mysterious light, as if it can swallow everything. The three sisters stand on three sides of the stone altar, their sleeves fluttering, their eyes flashing with wisdom and insight.

They are the weavers of fate, holding the thread that controls everything and the fate of every living being. Their postures are elegant and noble, as if they coexist with the universe. The oldest sister, her face is ancient and solemn, holding the spindle of fate in her hand, as if she can see through the end of time; the middle sister, her face is cold and beautiful, her eyes are as deep as the night sky, holding the scissors of fate in her hand, can easily cut any thread of fate; the youngest sister, her face is gentle and pure, holding the spinning wheel of fate in her hand, is responsible for weaving the silk thread of fate into shape.

The three sisters stood quietly in front of the stone altar, staring into the void ahead with their eyes. They had sensed the arrival of Thanos and his huge and dangerous warship. The oldest sister raised her head slightly, with a trace of deep thought and vigilance in her eyes. She whispered, "The trajectory of fate is being changed. The strong man who is unwilling to be bound by fate has stepped into our territory."

The sister in the middle frowned slightly, her tone cold: "His strength and determination are enough to shake the stars. His arrival means an unusual confrontation. We must deal with it carefully."

The youngest sister smiled softly, her voice gentle: "Although he is powerful, the power of fate cannot be ignored. We will witness his choice and see if he can really break free from the control of fate."

As they talked, Thanos's warship had appeared above the area. The huge warship was looming in the mist, as if a giant beast was spying on this mysterious territory. Thanos stood at the front of the warship, looking down at this unknown land with a cold gaze. There was no fear in his eyes, only determination and resoluteness.

"Three sisters of fate," Thanos' voice resounded through the void like thunder, carrying an irresistible pressure, "I am here to talk to you. I want to control my own destiny and no longer accept arrangements from anyone else."

The three sisters watched Thanos quietly. The oldest sister sighed softly, as if she felt the unyielding will in Thanos' heart. She whispered, "You have already moved the thread of fate. The result of your choice depends on your own determination."

Thanos stood at the front of the battleship, looking down at the mysterious area filled with purple mist. His purple eyes flashed with a cold light, with unquestionable pressure. He took a deep breath, and his voice was low and tough, echoing in the air like thunder:

"Three sisters of fate," Thanos' eyes were as sharp as a knife, piercing directly at the three women standing in front of the stone altar, "You know why I am here. I need you to tell me the location of the Infinity Stones. If you don't tell me--"

His voice paused for a moment, and then he continued with a chilling murderous intent: "——Then there is only one way to go, and that is death."

The oldest of the three sisters of fate, her name is Clotho, holding an ancient spindle in her hand, her face is solemn and full of wisdom. She raised her head and looked at Thanos quietly, with an elusive light flashing in her eyes. Her eyes swept over Thanos, as if measuring his strength and determination. She slowly moved her eyes away and looked at the huge battleship behind Thanos, as if she was considering something.

The sister in the middle, Lachesis, holds the scissors of fate in her hands, with a face as cold as ice, and her eyes are deep and full of insight. She also turns her gaze to Thanos, with a hint of imperceptible coldness in her eyes, and then she looks at the battleship, as if thinking about the threat posed by Thanos.

The youngest sister, Atropos, held the wheel of fate in her hands, with a gentle face and a barely perceptible smile. She squinted her eyes slightly, revealing an indescribable emotion. She looked at Thanos, then shifted her gaze to the battleship, as if examining the possibilities of all this.