Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 170 001. Thunderstorm Night

A white blade, a thousand feet high and ten thousand feet wide, crashed down, blinding everyone.

"Boom——"

A few seconds later, a muffled thunderclap fell from the rolling clouds, causing the mountains and rivers to tremble and the trees to shudder.

July is here, the rainy season is here.

A long sedan drove slowly along the road, like a gentleman in a suit, maintaining impeccable manners.

An elderly man with a white beard sat in the back seat, gazing at the torrential rain, which resembled layers of water curd forming small waterfalls on the car window.

At this moment, apart from the dim yellow lights, there was only the dark blue sky, and the rest of the scenery was distorted by the flowing rain, making everything unrecognizable.

Such torrential rain is rare in Sakyo, but it has been happening more frequently this year than in previous years.

Xiao Chenggui was thinking.

He is one of the pro-peace White Walkers in District 16 and is hailed by human politicians as a peace dove in the political arena.

To express the White Walkers' sincerity, the old man has been traveling around for years, spreading olive branches throughout the 16th District, and even the rulers of other districts have to give him some leeway.

At this moment, he was passing through Left Capital and on his way to Right Capital, preparing to reconsider the policy of peaceful coexistence between White Walkers and humans for the next few years. The rapid advancement of technology in recent years had already forced the radicals to yield to human productivity.

The differences in population size are accelerating changes brought about by productivity and technology, gradually narrowing the gap between the two sides. While each district appears united and harmonious on the surface, the proportion of the ruling party is gradually approaching that of humans, and the Others in many districts have already lost their core voice.

In the alliance as a whole, where humans and White Walkers originally held the core discourse power equally, the balance has now clearly shifted towards humans.

This sense of crisis made the radicals restless, fearing that one day humans would hold guns to their heads. They couldn't wait to incite both sides to secretly escalate the conflict, hoping that humans would turn against them immediately so that they could take them down in one fell swoop.

But the noble general of the small town thought differently.

Firstly, he had lived for hundreds of years and witnessed countless changes of eras and the rise and fall of dynasties. If he could annihilate humanity in one fell swoop, countless monarchs would have already displayed their talents and strategies to unify the world.

but no.

Even the so-called alliances built up in the last century are merely the product of compromises forced upon humans and White Walkers after both sides were severely weakened by the great war. Those truly elderly White Walkers have long since become indifferent to their race and no longer wage war as relentlessly as they once did.

Those who fight endlessly will never live to become old ghosts.

This is why, despite their rampant activities, the radicals haven't been able to cause much trouble. To put it bluntly, in the eyes of the White Walkers, every White Walker eventually goes through a phase of pride followed by a realization of reality. The White Walkers don't reject this fierce and warlike nature; appropriate strategic maneuvering helps maintain the wolf-like instincts of the White Walker race. Ultimately, they are still the young pillars of the White Walker's future, just not yet fully mature.

Many of the pro-peace faction members were notorious radicals in their youth, and some even experienced several wars.

With this in mind, he was not in a hurry to compete with this new group of young people, but instead focused on the long-term future.

In order to spread their race and integrate into the human community, they gained the support of many White Walkers, but this also exposed more racial conflicts. This inherent flaw in their blood is present in both humans and White Walkers, and it is not so easy to reconcile them.

The old man's beard was short and thick, twitching slightly with his facial expressions.

Suddenly, inside the carriage, he was jolted forward by inertia. The tires screeched sharply, the carriage skidded, and two long, diagonal white jets of water splashed across the road.

The people inside the car remained seated.

The driver cried out in alarm, "My lord, I am so sorry!"

"What's wrong?" The old man looked up, his eyes clear and bright, without a trace of cloudiness.

"Enemy attack." The driver had regained his composure.

The wipers were frantically sweeping left and right, yet the rain easily covered the car windows. I could vaguely see a dark mass appearing on the road ahead with each wiper stroke, its crimson eyes gleaming in the haze, only to be swallowed by another gust of rain.

"Hmm—" The old man roughly understood the situation and said with a smile, "It seems there are quite a few troublemakers this year."

The torrential rain pounded on the black steel, making a clanging sound like a defiant rhinoceros in a rain of arrows. Under the Tyndall effect, the headlights, like nostrils, snorted out two orange streaks.

Dozens of White Walkers descended from the side of the mountain, their heads and faces covered, their bodies smeared with mud, which, after being soaked by the rain, turned into a powdery mud. Their eyes were bloodshot, and steam could be faintly seen rising from their masks. They gripped their knives tightly, the silver light reflecting off the gray of the rain, making them appear even more filthy.

Their numbers grew larger and larger, like a swarm of cockroaches clinging to a sweet treat, a huge, dark mass that surrounded them from all sides.

The sky collapsed, and the rain curtain crushed everything.

The shattered water droplets hit the White Walkers and the black van, spilling white foam all over the ground.

"My lord, shall we fight our way out?" the driver asked.

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "To stop war, one must first have the means. These brats dared to touch my beard; it's time they learned what a tiger's whiskers are."

"Speak!" The old man's frail body erupted with immense power, like a flood bursting through a dam. A monstrous aura emanated from the black iron beast, forcing the rain to recede and causing the storm to rage.

"You should know that although I haven't wielded weapons for a long time, I have survived five hundred years of bloodshed and fighting."

The decree "Stopping War is the Only Way" is activated!
True success lies in subduing the enemy without fighting, in making the opponent submit without resorting to force. The holder is not a bloodthirsty person; when it is not necessary to use force, they will treat others with utmost respect. However, if force must be used, it will be a nightmare for any martial artist.

[Tier 1] The gentler a person is on a daily basis, the more amazing the effect they can unleash, up to twice the strength they can muster.

[Second Tier] Possesses immense power that spans heaven and earth. Through daily accumulation, recuperation, and increased reputation, one gains the awe-inspiring presence of heaven, further enhancing the probability of wielding power. (Unlocked after 100 years of Destiny Energy)

[Tier 3] A person of high moral character and prestige gains prestige by winning over people's hearts, and further enhances their martial prowess, causing the heavens and earth to change color and storms to resonate. The ultimate goal is to surpass absolute martial power and achieve the effect of submission (unlocked when the energy of the decree is 500 years and the prestige reaches a certain level).
The old man's aura was like a torrent, a violent storm howling and crashing down on the dark mass of White Walker warriors, like countless vengeful spirits wreaking havoc.

They showed no fear, but slowly released their life essence. Their weak life essence energy was like a firefly compared to the light of the moon when compared to the five-hundred-year-old "Stopping War is Martial Arts".

[Unleashed Brilliance] Activated! [Unleashed Brilliance] Activated!
[Unleashing its full potential] Activate x86!

Like a swarm of bloodthirsty ants, the shouts of the scarlet-eyed warriors roared like thunder, stomping on the ground and sending mud flying, shaking the earth and rivaling the sound of the torrential rain.

The old man's eyes shone brightly, and through the rain, his voice pierced through the clouds: "Come!"

"Om-"

The black tin-skinned beasts clashed and fought with the dark swarm of American cockroaches, blending into the gray rain curtain.

Due to space limitations, I cannot elaborate further.

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(End of this chapter)