Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 157, Section 028: Relationship (Available tomorrow)
It's a lightsaber!
Chiemi was stunned. She quickly retreated. Shouldn't such a bizarre weapon only exist in the world of science fiction?

The wooden clogs made a clattering sound, and the woman's timely retreat did not bring her much advantage.

Swish, swish, swish! The lightsaber attacks became even more swift, slashing left and right in a cross pattern! The continuous slashes were like dazzling glow sticks, leaving behind several arcs of light. The blinding blade light greatly affected visibility in the night, making Chie's already pale face appear even more purplish.

Facing a long sword with a short blade, Chiemi was already at a disadvantage, her momentum suppressed. She struggled to catch the slashing light blade. This guy's weapon was of unknown origin, and upon impact, it was indistinguishable from a weapon forged from metal!
This thing was a pistol just a few minutes ago!

Chiemi quickly calmed down; her samurai instincts allowed her to detect the opponent's weakness.

Wait!
The biggest fear with this kind of energy weapon is that its energy will run out. As long as she can hold out until the enemy's laser is exhausted, she will still have the strength to fight.

Qing Yise was also taken aback by Jin Ziyue's sudden display of weaponry. She turned to look at Shisanyao beside her and asked out of the blue, "Is this for real...?"

"Ah."

"Does this strange weapon really exist?" The girl in the cheongsam asked with sparkle; it was the first time she had ever seen such a high-tech product.

At this moment, Jin Ziyue also realized that the opponent's swordsman's tactics had become more troublesome. However, the hidden blade was light and agile, and its advantage lay in assassination and danger. There was no way to defend against it in a head-on battle. Therefore, he became even faster and relied on the light blade to slash and cut as fast as lightning!

Chiemi gritted her teeth and held on, her right hand holding the knife. Suddenly, her opponent flipped over, and the light blade nimbly turned a corner, shooting out from below towards her face like an earth dragon.

The female swordswoman leaned back slightly, so that even when the opponent's knife was right in front of her face, she had already dodged it.

According to common sense in sword fights, this method of dodging is perfectly acceptable, but Jin Ziyue's sword is not a sword of common sense.

Suddenly, the female swordswoman felt a sharp pain in her upper body. The scorching light blade had somehow risen higher, and her sternum was split open by the laser. The burning pain nearly made her faint.

The light blade, which should have been avoided, suddenly extended with a sharp tip, piercing through Chiemi's flesh and tearing her throat before she could react.

Her body, which had been leaning back, could no longer support her, and she collapsed to the ground. Her beautiful kimono was stained with blood, and her disheveled hair lay scattered, obscuring the woman's face.

The silk veil mingled with the crimson blood; the woman was no longer able to hold the knife, her face wistful, like a withered flower.

The oracle, "The Blade Accompanies the Last Seat," lost its host and slowly dissipated. After hovering in the air for a while, it went to find its next host.

Qing Yise's expression was uneasy. The scene of his opponent wielding his sword to take the life of the White Walker was extremely ruthless, as decisive as a meticulously calculated killing tool. Could he really handle someone like that?
Jin Ziyue didn't cause her any trouble for the time being, and coldly spat out, "Get lost."

Then, he walked towards the hall.

The woman squatting in the hall had been quietly kneeling with her legs crossed since the fight began. In front of her were two corpses pierced by gunshots. Her eyes were lowered, her head buried, and she was as silent as a sleeping beauty.

Jin Ziyue's boots pounded in the pool of blood, stepping over the corpses, leaving footprints of varying depths.

Qing Yise's face flushed red. She had never been humiliated like this before, but she also knew that she was no match for him. She stood there for a moment, unsure whether to leave or stay. She glanced at the burly man who was half a head taller than her and asked, "Thirteen Yao, if we join forces, what are your chances of defeating him?"

"One-tenth," the burly man said sullenly.

Qing Yise's face instantly fell. She knew that Thirteen Orphans never exaggerated, but the probability of this was... ridiculously low.

"Are we just going to let him go like this? This guy is too arrogant!" The girl in the cheongsam gripped the nine-section whip in her hand. Although it was called a whip, it was made of metal, and the weapon made a jingling sound, as if responding to its owner.

"I've already notified the people nearby. Let's see when they arrive." Thirteen said, raising his phone. The screen was glowing. Although it was an elongated phone, it still looked as small as a playing card in his hand.

On the other side, Jin Ziyue lifted the curtain of the door, and the woman opposite slowly opened her eyes.

"I see." She looked Jin Ziyue over, placed her hands on her lap, and bowed deeply to him.

Jin Ziyue ignored the other party's actions and instead focused on deciphering the other party's words.

"How did you find me?" Jin Ziyue's light blade pierced the woman's shoulder with a hissing sound. Before blood could even flow, the woman's shoulder was already charred.

“We’ve planted countless informants throughout the city. As long as you’re still active in the underworld, we’ll always find a way to track you down. But I never expected that things would turn out this way.”

Jin Ziyue felt that there was something hidden in the other person's words, not to mention the woman's expression of not changing even after her shoulder was pierced, which made Jin Ziyue somewhat wary.

"Mr. Jing may not know me, but we have quite a history." The woman didn't seem to care about the burns on her shoulder.

Jin Ziyue scrutinized the woman before him without speaking, a vague sense of foreboding creeping into his heart. He finally deciphered the words she used to command him.

[Sleeping in a dreamlike state]

The holder exists in a state between lucidity and confusion, living in a daze, occasionally displaying exceptional shrewdness; it is a rather unpredictable state. Most of the time, the person is in a state of confusion, and when their mind is clouded, they are capable of doing anything.

During sleep, the soul transcends the physical realm and can determine life and death in dreams.

As long as one doesn't die in their sleep, they can heal themselves indefinitely. To die in a dream is to truly die.

No wonder she always looked so sleepy! Jin Ziyue became wary; he wasn't entirely sure about the description in the fate prediction either. He could understand not dying in his sleep and the body healing itself, but dying in one's sleep was clearly harder to comprehend.

The woman stared at Jin Ziyue's face and chuckled softly, "It's true that I failed; I didn't even get to introduce myself."

She stood up despite the wound from the light blade, looking Jin Ziyue in the eye: "My name is Sui Mei, and as for my surname, since I married my husband, it should be Sawada."

Sawada...Homi!
"Or if you are unfamiliar with this surname, you may have some impression of my daughter. My daughter's name is 'Haruko Sada'."

All the events flashed through Jin Ziyue's mind: Sawada Koji's wife, who was also Sada Haruko's biological mother.

Haruko Sada's words echoed in his mind:
"When I was ten, my parents divorced and I never saw my father again. My mother told me that he died in a car accident. My mother found a new boyfriend and was later eaten by a monster."

The mastermind behind it all is not Koji Sawada, nor Keisuke Sada, but the biological mother who manipulated the two men.

Thinking about it this way, I felt that Haruko Sada's life was becoming increasingly tragic.

I've applied to the editor to have it published, and I'm working hard to save up some chapters!
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