The Ultimate Fate System.
Manipulating fate...
How intriguing.
The waters of the Alliance run deep indeed.
Qin Luo pondered this as he glanced at Little Ke and said, "Alright, you can leave now."
Little Ke, looking somewhat reluctant, replied, "Huh? It's rare to meet someone like-minded who wants to browse the database. Don’t you want me to be your guide, big bro?"
"No. Just give me the quick-search method, and then you can gracefully roll out."
"Oh."
A moment later.
Qin Luo held a tablet, his gaze filled with meaning as he surveyed the towering rows of bookshelves before him.
After combing through all this information, he might just uncover the truth of this world.
From Su Muwan’s experiences in her past life, one thing was clear:
Her ultimate fate was death.
And even after death, there was a second phase. As for the third phase... it wasn’t impossible either.
Honestly...
No wonder it was the worst thing in this world.
Additionally, according to Doctor Ya from the mental hospital,
Everyone was following a script dictated by the Heavenly Dao, acting out their predetermined roles.
In other words,
This world had something called "world correction force."
Minor deviations might not matter, but at certain critical junctures... fate would inevitably unfold as destined.
No matter what, he needed to imprint all this knowledge into his mind.
With that thought,
Qin Luo’s eyes sharpened.
[Memory Engraving System]—activated!
This was one of the many useless systems he had absorbed before, and it happened to be perfect for memorizing this intel.
......
Time flowed steadily.
On a bustling street, a figure moved silently through the crowd.
Her steps were light, her bare feet treading the scorching stone pavement without the slightest discomfort.
Not a speck of dust stirred beneath her feet, as though an invisible barrier separated her from the clamor of the mortal world.
Her waist-length silver hair cascaded freely, shimmering with an ethereal glow. When the breeze brushed past, her strands swayed—yet no one around felt even a whisper of wind.
Her skin was pale as snow, her eyes deep as the endless night. She idly toyed with a string of crystal prayer beads in her hand.
The beads clinked softly, but the sound was instantly drowned out by the surrounding noise.
A child running past unknowingly passed through her body, still chasing after a paper kite.
The crowd seemed oblivious to her presence—unable to see or touch her.
"Hmm~"
Humming lightly, the woman strolled leisurely down the street, drifting through the throng like an intangible breeze.
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze settling on a wonton stall by the roadside.
An elderly woman deftly wrapped wontons, her rough fingers expertly pleating the delicate wrappers around the filling before dropping them into the steaming pot.
Beside her, a chubby-cheeked grandson stood on tiptoe, eyes fixed on the boiling wontons, swallowing hard every now and then.
The old woman smiled and patted the boy’s head, her eyes brimming with affection.
"Mm, an ordinary fate."
The woman chuckled softly. She could see the threads of destiny binding the grandmother and grandson—simple yet warm.
The next few decades of their mundane happiness unfolded before her like an unspooling scroll.
The boy would grow up through stumbles and scrapes, experiencing puppy love and academic setbacks. The old woman would age gradually, always keeping the home fires burning, waiting for his return.
Such was the ordinary life of most people.
With a faint smirk, she extended a slender finger and gave the boy’s fate thread a gentle flick.
A more amusing path emerged.
After his academic struggles, the boy would start live-streaming, learning to dance the "ghost step," eventually mastering it so well he could "dance his way into a three-bedroom apartment."
Moving on, she paused outside a café.
Through the floor-to-ceiling window, a couple sat facing each other.
The girl, though impeccably made up, wore a troubled expression, her eyes darting nervously as she twisted her straw.
The boy, meanwhile, gestured anxiously, trying to explain something.
The Transcender narrowed her eyes, piercing through the surface to glimpse the threads of their destinies.
The boy, earnest to the core, would spend the next few days planning a grand romantic gesture to salvage their relationship.
But the girl, burdened by family pressure, had already built walls in her heart. Their story would end tragically on a rainy night a week later, sending them their separate ways into the vast sea of humanity.
"Tsk tsk~~"
She clicked her tongue in amusement.
Further ahead, a suited salaryman was talking on the phone while anxiously checking his watch, his briefcase crumpled under his arm.
From the other end of the line came the furious voice of his boss. The man nodded meekly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
The woman turned to watch as the man walked straight through her, still on the call.
Today, he would lose a crucial project to a colleague, marking the start of a long professional slump that would eventually fracture his family.
She shook her head, finding it all rather dull.
Sigh.
Why couldn’t she find any interesting fates?
Hands clasped behind her back, the woman lifted her gaze, a trace of weariness in her eyes.
Day after day, year after year.
Ever since obtaining the [Ultimate Fate System], the lives of mortals had become like a well-thumbed book—predictable and tedious.
At first, manipulating their destinies had been novel, even thrilling.
Watching these insignificant humans rise to glory or plunge into ruin at her slightest whim had once filled her with a perverse delight.
But as time passed, the novelty wore off.
The streets were just stages for the same old dramas—ambition, love, regret—recycled with different faces but no real flavor.
She drifted absently through the city’s bustling commercial district, surrounded by noise and laughter, yet utterly detached.
The power of fate had exiled her from the normal plane of existence.
She was now the embodiment of fate, existing only within its timeline.
Perhaps this was her lot—an eternity of boredom.
But then—
A ripple of unusual spiritual energy.
Like a faint glimmer in the dark, it brushed against her senses.
"Oh? What’s this?"
She froze, a flicker of surprise crossing her face.
For the first time in ages, she had felt a disturbance in her own sea of fate.
Interesting.
A smirk curled her lips as she reached out to part the threads of her destiny.
Her sea of fate was stirring. Had her own fate changed?
What did the newest version hold...?
[Thwack!]
[What...]
[I... got hit?]
"?"
The woman slowly formed a question mark with her expression, then froze.
What the hell is this?
......
......
Alliance database.
Boom—
As the heavy doors creaked open,
Qin Luo stepped out slowly.
Little Ke was waiting by the entrance, diligently licking a lollipop. Hearing the noise, she turned her head, and her eyes instantly lit up. "You're done—"
Before she could finish, she instinctively fell silent, the lollipop nearly slipping from her mouth.
Because right now, Qin Luo's gaze was terrifying.
Though his lips curled into a smile, the warmth never reached his eyes—instead, it was as if a layer of frost had settled over them.
Qin Luo handed the tablet back to Little Ke and said softly, "Ah, I’ve learned enough."
As he spoke, he turned to leave. But in that fleeting moment,
a bone-chilling glint flashed in his eyes.
He gritted his teeth, his breathing growing ragged.
Damn it, damn it, damn it.
So this is how it is? I should’ve figured it out sooner.
The biggest reason Su Muwan has been treated with such malice by the world…
is actually…
because in the Heavenly Dao’s script,
the world must have an ultimate villain.
And Su Muwan—she’s the one destined to be eradicated as the greatest antagonist!
Heh.
No wonder people from the Xuantian Realm seem to know Su Muwan, and traces of her appear even in the Canggu Realm.
So this is it.
Through some twisted twist of fate, Su Muwan became the shared final villain across eras?
What a joke.
A deranged Heavenly Dao, for some unknown reason,
just casually decides someone’s ending like this?
Enough.
Qin Luo stopped in his tracks, took a deep breath, and by the time he lifted his head, his expression had smoothed into calm.
His gaze fixed on the sky.
Then let’s see who comes out on top.
He raised his hand, flipping the bird toward the heavens.
Worthless Heavenly Dao, let’s see who’s tougher.
Su Muwan—I won’t let her die!
Just then—
"Ding-dong sha~ Ding-dong sha~"
Click.
"Luo Luo Luo Luo Luo!! I’m starving to death!!"
"(╬ﾟдﾟ)▄︻┻┳═一 Are you done with your research or not?!?!?!"
Qin Luo blinked. "Young Miss."
"Hm?"
"Never mind, it’s nothing. I’ll be right back."
"Hehe, bring me a Coke. The canned kind."
"Of course, Young Miss."
Click.
The call ended.
That’s right.
Qin Luo clenched his fist, his eyes sharpening.
Someone this adorable—
How could I ever let her be killed as the final boss in the Heavenly Dao’s script?!?!
"Bastard!! Don’t underestimate the bond between me and the Young Miss!!!!"
Atop the Alliance headquarters,
Ouyang Xuan glanced down at Qin Luo’s outburst.
His eyelid twitched.
What’s wrong with this guy?
His personality keeps flip-flopping whenever Su Muwan’s involved.
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