Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 121, Section 058: Transformation
"Cough cough."

When the dragon horse opened its eyes, the surrounding environment had turned into a lawn. It stumbled and fell onto the soft grass, hugging the arrogant one.

Fujiwara Chizuru, standing to the side, muttered to herself, her head aching from the fall.

The masked man had already vanished without a trace.

The night breeze blows, stirring up the summer fireflies, and if you listen closely, you can hear their rustling chirping.

You Donglongma looked at the arrogant man in his arms, his face as pale as paper.

He cradled the arrogant, unconscious pretty face and slowly brushed aside the hair that was damp with sweat.

The distant firelight reminded him that he was still near the scene of the crime and had not gone far.

"Where are you going?"

Fujiwara Chizuru saw him pick up Arrogance in his arms.

"I want to save her."

Fujiwara Chizuru stopped her, saying, "I'm afraid we can't go to either human hospitals or White Walker hospitals."

"why?"

"The missile we just fired must have been launched from the White Walkers' side, which means we almost died at the hands of our own people. Didn't Aoyagi also say that the mastermind behind it all is Akashiro Luan, the eldest son of Senator Akashiro?"

“In that case, we need to think carefully about who among the White Walkers is plotting against us,” said Fujiwara Chizuru. “If we show ourselves rashly, I’m afraid none of you will survive until tomorrow.”

You Donglongma fell silent, looking down at the unconscious Aoman in his arms.

"I'll listen to you."

……

Jin Ziyue quickly ripped off his disguise, packed it up and threw it into the lake, then turned and went into the construction site. The work had been stopped because of the loud noise. The lime was still flying around. He pulled his tattered coat and dusted it off, looking just like a young construction worker who had just finished work.

He turned into a noodle shop, a small workshop that was open late at night, and the owner kindly scooped up noodles for him.

Beside him was a young man in a white shirt, with his sleeves rolled up, revealing long, slender arms, tapping a porcelain wine cup the size of a bull's eye.

"You're welcome," he grinned.

At the critical moment, Fu Xun used his own destiny phrase, "Lightning Flash," to provide backup and evacuate the battlefield in time.

"Please settle the bill for my noodles later too."

Jin Ziyue showed no gratitude whatsoever.

The owner warmly brought over a large bowl of noodles: "Here's your buckwheat noodles, sir!"

Fu Xun stared wide-eyed as Jin Ziyue broke open the chopsticks, then smiled at the shop owner: "I'm starting to eat."

The owner watched the young man devour his meal with a smile, feeling quite pleased himself. He then lifted the curtain and went back to the kitchen to continue cooking.

"Did you succeed?"

"Hmm." Jin Ziyue blew on the soup noodles, the scallion oil was finely broken, and a few small bubbles blended together, the aroma wafted over, and Fu Xun glanced at it sideways.

"both?"

"Ah."

“The Otherworlders are not like humans. Without their life-binding inscriptions, they can no longer generate new ones, and they'll probably die.” Fu Xun stared at him and tentatively asked, “What should we do?”

Jin Ziyue didn't answer, but silently picked up the soup and slurped it down.

"How heartless! But since you were using them as pawns from the start, why did the knife miss its mark by a few inches? It's hard to be a good person!"

Jin Ziyue glanced at him and said to the kitchen, "Boss, another bowl, please."

"You!" Fu Xun looked at his empty wallet with heartache.

Jin Ziyue said casually, "If you're hungry, just order another one."

You've made me so angry I'm full of anger.

“You must have given them new titles.” Fu Xun didn’t mince words, staring at him with a scrutinizing look. “How generous.”

"Take yours, and I'll make up the rest later."

Jin Ziyue said abruptly.

"Hmph, it's just a few bucks, I'm not going to be so petty." Fu Xun raised his head, crossed his arms, and braced himself in front of him.

"I mean the oath."

There was a moment of silence inside the snack workshop.

Suddenly, a young man roared, "Damn it, they really have less! My [Sleep Inducing] skill! I'll fight you to the death!"

……

"Well--"

Arrogance slowly opened his eyes, but everything was still foggy, and he couldn't see anything.

The cool night breeze gently patted her face.

She felt herself lying on the man's back.

The wound is still painful, but it is no longer in mortal danger.

I am still alive.

Ryoma had already noticed her awakening, and in his excitement, he asked in a trembling voice, "You're awake?"

Arrogantly he responded, but then felt his eyelids grow heavy and drowsiness wash over him: "So sleepy... I'm going to sleep for a while."

"Hmm." Ryoma wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes.

Fujiwara Chizuru also smiled with satisfaction.

They walked down the street, the LED lights of the convenience store casting a soft glow.

……

Two days later.

"Two days have passed since the terrorist attack, and most of the injured are out of danger. It is understood that this was the most rampant terrorist attack in the city's history; the terrorists possessed weapons of mass destruction, ultimately forcing the use of missiles..."

You Donglongma stared intently at the television.

Once upon a time, I was just an ordinary journalist, but everything I've experienced recently has been so surreal that it has almost overturned my worldview of the past twenty-odd years.

He held the empty soda can in his hand and threw it into the trash can.

He once thought that the public had the right to know, and that not all White Walkers were monsters that would devour people, so he was determined to get humans to accept the White Walkers and for the White Walkers to accept humans.

But looking back now, I was definitely too naive.

Humanity is not unaware of what these repeated terrorist attacks represent. Yet, they still grasp at them like a lifeline, expressing their shared hatred and indignation through righteous and righteous reporting.

Either live in a utopia created by the media, or die in streets overrun by White Walkers.

The outcome won't change, but the former sounds much gentler, doesn't it?

"Hmm..." A haughty murmur in her sleep pulled her wandering thoughts back to reality.

"You're awake? Would you like some warm milk?" He gently leaned against the headboard.

Arrogance touched his face, half-closed his eyes, and whimpered, "No, I'm sleepy."

After saying that, she comfortably turned over and started snoring again.

Only then did he reach out his hand, which had been hidden behind his back. On her wrist, the deep and shallow scars, both old and new, were slowly healing. With his other hand, he put down the knife and gently tucked the blanket around her.

She smiled gently: "You little lazybones."

Strangely enough, since I started sleeping, Arrogance's wound has been healing at a visible rate every day, and some of the scabs have already fallen off since yesterday.

I'm sleeping now simply because I'm lazy.

It's starting to look more and more like a cat.

You could see that her condition was slowly recovering because of the distinct color of his eyes, one yellow and one blue.

Fujiwara Chizuru had already returned to the Metropolitan Police Department. Her presence provided ample reason to cover up the lie, and since she wasn't the target of any attack, she successfully cleared herself of suspicion and could now gather information for them.

However, Motion and Arrogance were mistakenly believed to have died in the missile accident.

fair enough.

The dragon-horse looked in the mirror. The person in the mirror had handsome features, but the eyes had lost their luster. He couldn't quite put his finger on what had changed.

It's probably like a loser who, after experiencing life and death, rediscovers a different truth.

At that moment, the color of his pupils changed instantly.

One is yellow, the other is green, and the color changes as fast as a cat's pupil dilates.

He saw in the mirror that beside him was another dragon-horse.

The other person looked listless, with an unhealthy pallor, and waved to him, saying:

"I am back."

[Sleepy and lethargic]

The host is chronically fatigued and prone to mental confusion. They must get at least two-thirds of their sleep each day, otherwise they will become lethargic. Instead, brain activity increases slightly, and bodily functions repair significantly. However, this also leads to increased calorie consumption and a greater need for food, requiring them to spend their already limited time eating.

It is commonly found on pets and poultry such as cats and pigs.

(End of this chapter)