Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 409 Fate and Destiny

To become a better version of yourself, you must first overcome your past self.

Having traversed the cosmos for an unknown period of time, Upo Salas knew very well that the more he avoided taking action himself, the more likely he would encounter situations where he would have to do so.

Just like this time, he could have chosen to bypass the snake, but he chose to send out his collectibles again and again to eliminate it.

Upo Salas initially thought that something was wrong with him, but now it seems that this is probably his fate.

Fate, when viewed across the entire cosmos, can be described as a rather wondrous thing.

However, because there are so many studies on fate, they have been able to summarize some patterns.

So-called destiny is not some mysterious thing, nor is it a thread woven by a goddess, nor a script written by a god—of course, for some indigenous people with a lower level of civilization, perhaps it is, but those with a little knowledge know what this so-called destiny is all about.

The concept of fate should actually be broken down into its components.

Fate is the predetermined past, an experience built up from various past experiences. In most cases, this experience will influence current judgments, since those are cases that one has personally experienced.

Luck, on the other hand, is the trajectory of the future. It is the choice we make in the present after understanding the future. Which path we choose determines what kind of future we will be heading towards.

The past influences our current choices, and the future guides our current choices.

“In the past, I chose not to confront the enemy personally, which is why I amassed a large collection. I believed my collection could defeat that snake, so I chose to take action…”

After a moment of reflection, Upo Salas had already glimpsed his own destiny.

They have even made the corresponding judgment.

His past, which is part of his destiny, has been frantically warning him of his past experiences. These experiences are constantly reminding him that since he has chosen safety, he should simply give up and leave now, as he will not suffer any loss.

However, his judgment about the future, the part derived from fate, gave the opposite information.

"You will definitely win. It's just a native snake. With so many treasures, how could you possibly lose?"

Yes, how could I possibly lose?
Things have progressed to this point, and there's no point in talking about leaving. If he chooses to back down now, the enormous losses would be unbearable for him. If he chooses to persevere, he still has a chance and a possibility of recouping his costs.

Thinking about it carefully, since that snake caused him such a loss, doesn't that mean that the snake itself was an excellent collectible?
“Even above those Ignivas, the best of the best.”

With that in mind, Upo Salas continued to control the elves and the Ignivas.

The elves were relatively easy to deal with, as they had little inclination to resist. On the contrary, the Ignivas were extremely rebellious, and even a simple singing bowl required repeated brainwashing to control them.

However, such a piece is also the strongest.

On the azure planet, as the singing bowl soared through the sky, jet-black flames ignited from its body. Accompanied by the gesture of clasping hands together, fireballs burning with black flames rained down from the sky, one after another.

The pitch-black flames burned with the fury of the mind, and even the earth itself was ignited by these flames.

"So what exactly am I angry about?"

At that moment, Songbo suddenly felt a bit dazed again. Although he was indeed very angry, he couldn't figure out what was causing his anger. But after a brief moment of stunned silence, Songbo's anger returned.

He was enraged by the giant serpent; he was going to kill it. After all, the serpent had fooled the Ignivas for so long, even treating them like slaves—the Ignivas' so-called tradition of taming woolly elephants was merely to satisfy the serpent's appetite. It was simply...

"Too deceiving!"

The thought that the Ignivas had toiled for generations only to be slaves and servants filled Songbo with rage and malice.

This also made the flames around him even darker, almost like solid objects.

An excessively strong will can even influence reality.

When it comes to willpower, perhaps no race can compare to the Ignivas.

After all, the Ignivas had to travel a long and arduous journey to tame those woolly elephants. It could indeed be described as a campaign, but only the Ignivas themselves knew how much suffering and hardship they had endured.

Now, this ancient rage can finally be unleashed upon that scourge of a beast.

"Let me give you a... hmm?"

That is, when the singing bowl opens its senses, preparing to search for the giant snake's tracks and kill it completely.

Once again, he was lost.

Everything that appeared in my perception seemed familiar, and it seemed that the traces of the giant snake were everywhere around me, and each snake was seriously making roasted meat, just like the legends of the Ignivas.

"How come there are so many?"

Songbo felt as if he had seen this scene somewhere before.

However, after a brief moment of stunned silence, Songbo regained his anger. There were just too many snakes; he didn't need to think too much about it—he simply had to kill them all. He had the ability and the power to do so.

Fireballs flew into the distance, and the wooden snakes that were roasting meat were once again struck by disaster. However, this time, there were no elves eating the roasted meat beside them. Only the wooden snakes and the roasting stalls were destroyed by the fireballs.

Singing Bowl naturally realized that what he had destroyed was just a wooden snake, but even if it was fake, a sense of accomplishment welled up in Singing Bowl's heart - after all, the giant snake used for cooking food was the spiritual totem of the Ignivas people, an absolutely sacred existence.

And now, he has taken the first step in shattering that sacredness with his own hands.

And then, the second step unfolded before his eyes.

This is because the singing bowl had already noticed that, besides the broken wooden snakes, there was another snake that had not been burned.

The snake continued grilling the meat, even looking in his direction with a puzzled expression.

"This is true!"

The singing bowl flew over immediately.

(End of this chapter)