Thanks to "First Embrace" for the 20 bonus chapters (rubbing forehead with a smile that could make hearts tremble).
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The night wind howled, but Zixuan's heart turned ice-cold.
Her lips trembled uncontrollably, as if she wanted to say something, but her throat felt blocked, unable to utter a single sound.
Her eyes widened, filled with disbelief, locked onto Qin Luo.
She searched his face for even a trace of jest, but his resolute expression shattered her last glimmer of hope.
"This... this can't be..."
Zixuan finally forced out a whisper, her voice so faint it was nearly drowned out by the roaring wind.
Her mind went blank, thoughts tangled like a knotted mess.
She couldn't comprehend how Qin Luo had pierced through the concealment of the Fate Space and detected her presence.
The Fate Space wasn't her power—it belonged to the Supreme Fate System!
This was a system!
How could he possibly sense it?
For centuries, she had been trapped here.
But at the same time...
This was her proudest trump card.
Her absolute safe haven for manipulating fate and interfering with the world.
For hundreds of years, she had pulled strings within this space, never once detected, never once breached.
This was her confidence.
Yet now, Qin Luo stood before her effortlessly, shattering her arrogance and the illusion of control.
Her hands clenched unconsciously, nails digging deep into her palms, yet she felt no pain.
Her body trembled slightly—whether from fear or deep unease, she couldn't tell.
A single thought flashed through Zixuan's mind:
I have to... run!
Meanwhile, Qin Luo...
He stared at the seemingly empty air before him, deep in thought.
His perception had expanded to its limits.
Yet, he still couldn't pinpoint the exact location of the Fate System's wielder.
But Mu He's repeated power surges screamed one thing—
Someone was behind all this.
So, the wielder of the Fate System had to be here!
But where exactly? Qin Luo wasn't sure. At best, he could only vaguely "see" traces.
And even that required specific conditions.
For example...
Buzz—!
A fleeting ripple pulsed from a building ahead.
Qin Luo's gaze sharpened.
This peculiar frequency was the key to catching them.
Without hesitation, he leaped toward the source of the disturbance.
Back with Zixuan...
She had just jumped to another rooftop, about to exhale in relief when—
"Is the view better here?"
Qin Luo's voice exploded beside her ear.
Zixuan: !!
What?!
Her pupils constricted—he had followed her?!
No, I have to keep moving... Wait.
She paused mid-thought.
Looking at Qin Luo, who had appeared beside her, she studied him carefully.
He showed no intention of attacking. His gaze, though directed at her, seemed to look right through her, as if staring at empty air.
So that's how it is.
The panic in Zixuan's heart gradually subsided.
The tension on her face faded.
She let out a quiet sigh.
Damn it, had centuries of going undetected made her this jumpy at the first sign of exposure?
Zixuan, is this really you?
The Fate Space was carved out by the Supreme Fate System!
No existence could see or touch it!
Even if someone sensed her through some means, they still couldn't harm her!
This situation proved it—
This underling could only vaguely perceive her, nothing more.
And even that perception had to be ambiguous at best.
With this realization, Zixuan wasted no time.
Just to be safe, she leaped away again, putting distance between herself and Qin Luo.
Then, she refocused on manipulating the threads of fate for Mu He and Qing'er.
Just you wait. Once I complete my mission, I'll twist your fate and your precious young mistress's into knots!
Buzz...
The faint ripples Qin Luo alone could sense resurfaced near another building.
Exposed again...
A thoughtful glint flashed in Qin Luo's eyes.
He could sense the disturbances but couldn't land a decisive blow.
So, he guessed the Fate System's wielder had likely regained composure by now.
The wielder of the Fate System...
Interesting.
Qin Luo activated his Heavenly Eye, scanning the surroundings.
But aside from the endless waves of spawned monsters, he detected nothing.
Why?
If these strange ripples marked the Fate System's wielder...
Where were they hiding?
Untouchable... yet detectable...
Unless...
A faint smirk tugged at Qin Luo's lips.
He understood now.
They were in a separate space, a layer apart from this one.
The only difference was—
They could safely manipulate events from within.
But it didn't matter.
He'd force them to slip up.
After all...
Boom!!
Qin Luo glanced down at the colossal Blighted Flower battling Su Muwan below.
The Fate System's wielder would intervene for only two reasons:
One—sheer amusement.
Or two...
It was a mission assigned by their system!
If it were the first, they would've fled the moment they were exposed.
Yet they stayed, still pulling the strings of fate.
That left only the second possibility.
Meanwhile, Zixuan...
Having steadied herself, she began weaving the tangled threads of fate for Mu He and Qing'er.
The more fortune one possessed, the denser their threads of fate.
But when those threads intertwined just right, the person would gain the heavens' favor, destined to rise to the world's peak!
However...
Zixuan stared at the chaotic, knotted mess before her, sighing in exasperation.
Su Muwan's strength was absurdly overwhelming.
It was like a level 100 raid boss camping the spawn point of newbies.
Still, while untangling this mess was tedious, it wasn't impossible.
Once the threads were properly aligned, Mu He and Qing'er would once again escape death by sheer "miracle," even turning desperation into triumph.
This was fate.
This was the heavens' will.
No mere mortal could defy destiny itself!
But just as the thought crossed her mind—
Buzzzz—!!
The fate threads, which had begun stabilizing, suddenly went haywire again.
!!
Zixuan froze, then whipped her head toward the Blighted Flower.
What she saw made her jaw drop.
Because another figure had joined the fight.
Whoosh!
Qin Luo, clad in black, floated beside Su Muwan.
"Luo Luo!"
"Look at them!"
Su Muwan was fuming.
She was beyond fed up with Mu He's twentieth-plus power surge.
Seriously?!
This was worse than grinding T0 bosses in her past life!
Who the hell gets twenty power-ups in a row?!
Shouting about bonds and friendship and suddenly pulling out another cheat?
No shame left in the hack?!
Qin Luo chuckled.
"Don't worry, young mistress."
"Give it your all in a moment."
Su Muwan hesitated. "Give it my all... won't that kill the person?"
"Don't worry, I'll back you up."
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
