Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 406, page 098: A Galaxy of Stars (Part Two)

“Boom, crack, crack—”

Brilliant beams of light surged upwards, forming rumbling thunder in the clouds.

Immediately afterwards, countless water droplets fell with a "plop, plop" sound, the impact becoming more and more frequent, and soon the "rustling" sound drowned out the noisy world.

The rain came without warning, washing over the neatly arranged windows of the skyscrapers.

Wu Xiang calmly gazed at the city shrouded in rain, letting the raindrops dampen his hair and beard. He understood that from this moment on, Zuojingdu, and even the entire 16th district, was about to undergo a dramatic change.

After decades of recuperation, the precarious balance between humans and Others is finally about to be broken.

It turned out to be the case.

Kato Ren has somewhat grasped the NA organization's intentions: to use Chen Ruolan to lure the executioners who have smelled blood, and to make the situation even more complicated.

They had no intention of letting the White Walkers have an easy time.

At this moment, they used extremely low costs, investing only two people, one of whom was even an incomplete and inexpensive experimental subject.

The only strange thing is that they actually used Red Star Mountain as bait.

Long ago, the White Walkers knew that Red Star Mountain had close ties with the NA organization, and even used this as one of their bargaining chips. However, the NA organization seemed to have never cared about Red Star Mountain's life or death from the very beginning.

This unusual behavior made Wu Xiang even more vigilant.

Just then, the beam of light seemed to reach a certain distance, and the dark clouds flickered incessantly, accompanied by a continuous rumbling sound, as if something terrifying was knocking on the door of the sky, ready to shatter space at any moment and burst something out from the cracked sky.

Wu Xiang narrowed his eyes, his gaze becoming even more penetrating, able to see through layers of mist to the eerie aura emanating from it.

Those so-called dark clouds are not dark clouds at all, but rather the life-giving energy of other worlds that overflows from the filter-like space!
The ominous, cloud-like decrees have transformed into demons, and the so-called torrential rains are nothing more than strange phenomena caused by the viscous energy of the decrees lingering in the celestial space.

Countless pronouncements, through the "Anchor of the World," expose the coordinates of this world, frantically drilling through the world's filter to arrive at this world that they find exceptionally beautiful.

From a distance, they look like a swarm of sardines that blot out the sky, devouring and tearing at each other, and spreading wildly across the globe as they move with the air currents in the sky.

These life-bound spirits, having escaped from different worlds, are all vicious and ruthless, each a murderer who has killed countless people in their respective worlds; otherwise, they could not have maintained their existence as energy entities for so long. These spirits, over a hundred years old, possess near-demonic intelligence. They parasitize their hosts and will most likely absorb their essence and spirit until their souls wither and they die.

Wu Xiang's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

This is Zuojingdu, and when the edicts are rampant, they endanger ordinary people throughout the city.

Do you want to turn this place into a living hell?

Countless deaths followed the raindrops to the citizens, men and women watching their friends and lovers undergo drastic changes in temperament, from screams of astonishment to dying roars, violence and bloodshed were unfolding on every street, reaping lives in the rain.

These dead souls, barely floating into the air, were torn apart and shattered into pieces by the surrounding wandering words of fate.

The chaos and disorder created by the decrees permeated the entire city, and the sounds of rampaging decrees could be heard everywhere.

Countless other decrees spread across the globe like ink. Those decrees, knowing they were no match for the enemy, arrived in this new world and didn't rush to hunt. Others and humans alike were their prey. They roamed the skies like eerie dark clouds, painting an ominous atmosphere of impending doom.

"Ah!" Chen Xingtong screamed. She was also a soul, and just now there were several hundred-year-old spirits hovering above her like ghosts.

They were wary of the Martial Prime Minister and did not act immediately, as if they sensed an immense threat emanating from this old man.

Finally, a cluster of fateful words, relying on its millennia-old energy, attempted to ignore the Martial Prime Minister and rush towards Chen Xingtong to devour the prize it coveted.

Chen Xingtong was so frightened that she hid behind the smiling man.

The thousand-year-old decree transformed into a ghostly skeleton, its gaping maw as tall as two or three stories, and floated straight toward Chen Xingtong. "Eek!" Chen Xingtong was so frightened that she wanted to punch the smiling man, but he seemed not to see her and remained unmoved.

As the Nether Skeleton charged towards him, its azure flames suddenly changed color, turning purple, then dark purple, and finally purplish-red.

The skull formed from the thousand-year-old decree paused, its two eye sockets twitching as it looked in the direction of the Martial Prime Minister, the entire decree trembling incessantly.

Wu Xiang glanced at it and their eyes met.

It then realized that this was the only time Wu Xiang had ever looked at it, his expression indifferent.

Then, the purplish-red skull couldn't even react further; its color deepened, turning a deep red that was almost black, and finally, the black blended into the night.

It's like it never appeared.

Chen Xingtong had never realized so profoundly that the Martial Minister before him was currently the pinnacle of the Otherworldly forces.

Upon seeing the thousand-year-old decree vanish, the other decrees scattered in panic, abandoning their thoughts of devouring Chen Xingtong.

But they were also horrified to discover that their fate seemed to be boiling and burning. Not long after they flew away, it turned from white to dark gray, and finally, it merged into the night.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of words of destiny vanished into the heavens and earth.

This is the terrifying power of the number one person in the current Otherworld. This seemingly kind-faced old man instilled in Chen Xingtong a nameless fear from the bottom of her heart.

Kato Ren glanced at Chen Xingtong, then looked back at the smiling man, and suddenly chuckled, "So that's why you suddenly came to me."

The smiling man tilted his head but did not make a comment.

Chen Xingtong was stunned for a moment. She then realized that this guy seemed to have known this would happen from the very beginning when he approached Wu Xiang, and even told her to stay here because it was the safest place...

Everything seemed to be part of his plan, but was it just an illusion?
If it were true, and there were such terrifying people who wanted to scheme against Chen Ruolan… Chen Xingtong didn’t dare to think about it any further.

Wu Xiang stood side by side with the smiling man, his previous carefree demeanor gone: "Tell me, what is the real content of this deal?"

Ren Kato understood the smiling man's nature; his appearance represented a transaction. He remained unmoved by the previous conditions simply because they were not what he needed.

Now, I am in a passive position and do need their help, so I have no choice but to lend a hand.

"What do you want to know?"

"If Chen Ruolan regains consciousness, will the 'Anchor of the World' be shut down?" Wu Xiang asked succinctly.

“That’s right, with one condition: escaping mortal danger.” The smiling man answered decisively.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xingtong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, what do you need me to do?"

"Do you see this young lady?" the smiling man asked, pointing to Chen Xingtong.

Chen Xingtong felt a pang of panic. How could she be involved in this?
“She is my client, someone who was transferred from another world. We need to send her back before the ‘Anchor of the World’ closes.”

"Please take good care of her safety before sending her back."

Wu Xiang closed his folding fan, not even looking at Chen Xingtong, and gave an OK sign. He was actually more concerned about the Smiling Man, wondering if he had any means to send the soul away.

“Alright, then next—” The smiling man paused, his eyes beneath the mask fixed on the Martial Prime Minister, the light in his eyes growing even brighter:
"Let's discuss how to restore Chen Ruolan's consciousness and reverse her transformation into a Otherworldly being."

(End of this chapter)