Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 411, Section 103: A Galaxy of Stars (Part 7)

A faint glow emanated from Chen Ruolan, like fireflies on a summer night.

Chen Xingtong stepped forward and examined Chen Ruolan closely, noticing something amiss.

Chen Ruolan did not seem to have lost consciousness. Her eyes were slightly closed, leaving only a slit, revealing her lifeless eyes.

"Ruolan?" Chen Xingtong called out tentatively.

No answer.

Chen Xingtong walked closer to Chen Ruolan, who then looked up and glanced at her.

"Thank goodness, you're alright." Chen Xingtong breathed a sigh of relief.

There was still no response.

Chen Xingtong's slightly open mouth froze, and she was momentarily speechless.

She noticed something was wrong with Chen Ruolan, as if she had cognitive impairment.

But this is a state of soul; shouldn't we be facing our truest, deepest self? Has even the soul been damaged?

If the soul cannot regain consciousness, then the mind may also be unable to recover.

But if the soul is in a coma, how can it be awakened?

"It's no use, you can't wake her up."

Suddenly, a sound came from above.

Chen Xingtong was startled and looked up behind Chen Ruolan. A pair of crimson beast eyes slowly opened from the shadows behind her.

It merely poked its head out, yet it was the size of an entire wall, covered in mane, and the "king" character on its forehead clearly proclaimed its identity.

“You are… [Tiger Ink Incense]…” Chen Xingtong stared at the giant beast that was the embodiment of the decree, his heart filled with shock.

"It is I," the tiger spoke in human language, its tiger head, outlined in lines, nodding slightly.

"【Tiger Ink Incense】, can you tell me what exactly happened to Ruolan?" Chen Xingtong didn't have time to wonder why 【Tiger Ink Incense】 was in Chen Ruolan's soul world.

Tiger Head shook his head: "This is not something you can solve."

“Even if I can’t solve it, there’s Jin Ziyue and the others. We can all work together to find a solution. It’s better than her remaining unconscious,” Chen Xingtong insisted.

"The humans who brought you in?" [Tiger Ink Incense] clearly knew Jin Ziyue as well. It nodded for a moment, but still did not give a direct answer. "There are some things that if you knew, it would only bring you death. You are the master's friends, so I will not make things difficult for you, much less harm you."

"So, according to you, Ruolan has gotten into some serious trouble? Then we need to find out exactly what happened to her," Chen Xingtong said stubbornly. "I won't sit idly by and do nothing about Ruolan."

Tiger Head remained silent as he delivered his sermon.

Chen Xingtong guessed that it was the "Anchor of the World" that, with Ruolan as its host, had also affected her to some extent.

She looked at Chen Ruolan, whose expression was indifferent. The latter's soul state and consciousness were also a bit confused, her eyes were hazy and lifeless, as if she were in a dream.

"Ruolan, do you still recognize me? I'm Xingtong." She waved and waved in Chen Ruolan's line of sight.

Chen Ruolan looked up, tilted her head slightly, and her eyes remained dull and lifeless.

She looked behind her at [Tiger Ink Incense], seemingly hoping to get its help.

The tiger-headed man bowed down, his enormous head close to Chen Ruolan's, and his voice became softer: "Master, this is your friend. You can happily say, 'Hi, Xing Tong.'"

Upon receiving the reply, Chen Ruolan turned her head and a signature smile appeared on her face: "Hi, Xing Tong."

"Why are you here?" Tiger Head whispered.

"Why are you here?" Chen Ruolan winked at Chen Xingtong.

Chen Xingtong stared at the scene in disbelief, her slightly parted lips unable to utter a single word.

"As you can see," Tiger Head's voice was somewhat low.

“As you can see,” Chen Ruolan said.

"There's no need to learn this sentence." [Tiger Ink Incense]'s tone was rather helpless, as it was also the first time He had seen an outsider enter Chen Ruolan's spiritual world.

"You don't need to learn this sentence." The woman continued to speak in a very formal and meticulous manner.

"Spare me." Chen Xingtong trembled, unable to believe what she was seeing. The Chen Ruolan before her seemed to have no consciousness of her own; her dazed state was a stark contrast to the cheerful and outgoing persona she displayed in reality. If this was her truest self, it meant that all the memories of their past interactions...

Her beaming smile, her intimate arm-in-arm, her fierce competition for meat, their friendship—all the memories…

all fake.

"So, you must have been the one dealing with us all along." After a long while, she calmed herself down and asked the question with a hint of bitterness.

"it's me."

Chen Ruolan was still mimicking what she was saying, but Chen Xingtong could no longer hear what she was saying.

Although she had expected this answer, she still found it hard to accept when she actually received it. This meant that Chen Ruolan had never had her own personality from beginning to end; the so-called lively, cheerful, and sunny girl was just a mechanical response, a disguise that no one had ever touched the deepest part of.

This girl was never saved by anyone from beginning to end.

A chill ran through her body, spreading from the depths of her heart, as if her heart were being clenched tightly. Her gaze seemed to pierce through time, and she could almost see, in the darkness, under the thin spotlight, a little girl curled up in a ball, so helpless.

"How long has she been in this state?" Chen Xingtong asked, her voice choked with emotion, her words barely coherent.

“It’s been like this since I woke up,” Mo Hu replied.

Tiger Head Recalling the previous scene, he said, "She seems to have lost the ability to think and judge about everything, and she has no emotions at all."

"At first, she was unable to respond to any external stimuli until she discovered my presence."

Mo Hu glanced down at Chen Ruolan, who was repeating the story, and Chen Xingtong could see the affection in Mingci's eyes.

"You seem to take good care of her too, but as far as I know, shouldn't a Destiny Word improve itself by relying on its host?" Chen Xingtong asked.

[Tiger Ink Incense] shook its tiger head, its enormous head as big as a wall, but without a body: "She has been my master for a long time."

"You've got her personality figured out really well." Chen Xingtong looked at Chen Ruolan with a complicated expression.

"Perhaps that's just how I perceive her personality," Mo Hu said, his thoughts drifting.

"How can I wake her up?" Chen Xingtong reached out and gently stroked Chen Ruolan's long hair. Her fingertips touched her shoulder, feeling its coolness.

After repeating what she had said, she sat quietly with her eyes straight ahead, letting Chen Xingtong smooth her hair.

Seemingly seeing Chen Xingtong's attitude, Mo Hu also softened his stance.

"With your current level, you cannot awaken her true soul, but if it is only to restore her consciousness in reality, I can awaken her as long as I rest and recover."

[Tiger Ink Agarwood] said.

"That's fine too." Chen Xingtong said sadly, but now that Chen Ruolan had woken up, she was afraid she would never have the chance to face her again.

"The Otherworldly virus within her will rage when I am weak. The dagger that just attacked me has the ability to suppress fate and wound the soul."

[Tiger Ink Agarwood] explained.

"I see." Chen Xingtong understood that Mo Hu had been protecting Chen Ruolan all along, and she felt a little better.

"So, in other words, once we get rid of you, Chen Ruolan will be completely under our control, right?"

Suddenly, a man's voice came from behind.

Chen Xingtong was startled and looked up with Mo Hu, following the sound.

"Attsu."

"Attsu."

"clatter."

Black leather shoes tapped on the ground, and a figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the space.

The man had a pale face, prominent cheekbones, and slightly sunken eyes, but there was an indifference in his pupils.

"You!" Upon seeing the newcomer, Chen Xingtong looked surprised, turned around, and shielded Chen Ruolan behind her.

"it's me."

Chi Xingluan had his hands in his pockets, making no unnecessary moves, yet an overwhelming sense of oppression emanated from behind him.