Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 165, Section 035: Dream of Life and Death
Fu Xun frowned as he looked at Jin Ziyue lying on the ground.

When you lift his mask, you can see that his eyes are not closed at all, but his pupils are empty and silent.

"This is really strange." Fu Xun's first reaction was to take out his phone and take a picture to remember the moment.

The Cloud-Turning Hand situation has been resolved. The arrogant fellow was completely devoured by Mingci's [Turning Hands to Clouds]. Mingci seems to have gained sentience and sensed the dangerous aura emanating from Fu Xun, so it abandoned this physical body and fled.

It's a bit of a pity that we couldn't catch this century-old destiny, but at least we got rid of one troublesome character.

Once the thick fog dissipated, the man known as "Cloud-Turning Hand" completely vanished from the world.

Fu Xun patted the moisture off his shoulders and lowered his eyes.

The Fate Master has many secrets that most people are completely unaware of. For example, the Fate Mantras that utilize externalized abilities, such as transforming into flames, floods, or air currents, all have their limits.

Using this ability, both humans and White Walkers can gain extraordinary power. However, there is a prerequisite: they must not reach the critical point of awakening their destiny.

Over-reliance on the power of destiny will ultimately lead to one's destruction by this double-edged sword.

Fu Xun sighed. It was a bit like the manga "Claymore" he had read back then. By using the bloodline of monsters, swordsmen could gain the ability to slay monsters. However, if they overused it, they would be corrupted by the bloodline and become new monsters themselves.

Humans control destiny words for their own fortune, while White Walkers devour them for survival. Don't underestimate the power of destiny words; they depend on physical beings like humans and White Walkers to survive. Once they go berserk, the hunter and the prey will be instantly reversed, and the world will face the most terrifying disaster.

These are the words Jin Ziyue said to Fu Xun.

Unlike other traditional destiny controllers, he was not as obedient and had long since tested the power of the century-old destiny inscription. When he told Fu Xun about it with a calm expression, Fu Xun was also extremely shocked.

In the field of prophecy research, this guy has probably done a lot of taboo experiments.

A life-threatening lunatic.

Even the unruly Fu Xun was speechless with shock when he first heard the news.

Suddenly, before Fu Xun could take a picture, Jin Ziyue's leg broke in half with a snap, and his black pants were torn in two. A faint smell of congealed blood and burnt odor wafted from the air.

Fu Xun squatted down and carefully examined the wound. The more he observed it, the more serious his brows became.

Jin Ziyue's face was covered with mottled abrasions.

Fu Xun, a seasoned veteran with extensive experience, immediately recognized this as an ability that could transmit information back to reality from an illusion. Had Jin Ziyue lost his leg in the illusion?

"Hiss—this is troublesome." He scratched his head, unable to find the caster or the entrance to the illusion.

Just when he was at his wit's end, he heard soft footsteps behind him.

Fu Xun frowned, but then noticed a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing pajamas, walking quietly to his side without saying a word.

“Haruko Sada?” He frowned.

The girl's eyes were lifeless, but there were tear stains at the corners of her eyes. Sada Haruko ignored Fu Xun's calls and went straight to Jin Ziyue, squatted down, and gently nestled into his arms.

“Hey, he’s my brother-in-law,” Fu Xun muttered.

But the atmosphere became increasingly eerie.

Tears streamed down Sada Haruko's face as she stroked the man's cheek and murmured Jin Ziyue's name softly: "Jin."

Fu Xun's eyes widened.

Jin...

Jin...

"Jin..."

The plaintive cries echoed through the space.

As the girl called out, a new energy of destiny slowly flowed into the dream, rivaling the [Sleep Life Dream Death] phenomenon.

It is 【Soul Prayer Dream Request】.

The life message within Haruko Sada's body moved onto Jin Ziyue in an indescribable way.

At this moment, Jin Ziyue was being gnawed on the shoulder by the mutated woman. He couldn't touch her at all before, but as the girl's voice appeared, he actually began to feel the physical presence of the Otherworldly being.

At this moment, he also gained the ability to manipulate dreams!
He seized the opportunity, his eyes blazing with ferocity, and shoved the other man away, grabbing the woman's chin and pinning her to the ground.

The White Walker's hands began to struggle violently. Jin Ziyue pulled out a dagger and pierced the shoulder without mercy, just like a butcher dislocating a joint and nailing it to the wooden floor.

The next moment, Jin Ziyue had already distanced himself from the other party.

He was panting, ignoring the bloodstains on his body, and opened the paper door. Haruko Sada was sleeping on a straw mat inside.

"Qingzi, Qingzi, wake up!" Jin Ziyue wiped his hands and patted Qingzi's cheek.

Haruko groggily opened her eyes, and when she saw Jin Ziyue, her eyes lit up with surprise: "Jin-kun!"

"Let's get out of here first." Jin Ziyue picked up the raccoon girl who had snuggled into his arms and said in a deep voice.

He was covered in blood and could only stand on one leg. The girl noticed his condition and cried out in alarm as she helped him up: "What happened to you!"

Just as I stepped outside, I saw the dying White Walker on the ground, which had already transformed into Homi's appearance.

She was on her deathbed, her lips were pale, but she was still staring at the two of them.

“Mom…” Haruko’s voice trembled slightly.

Jin Ziyue stopped him, saying, "It's not your mother. Her soul has been devoured by this monster."

The girl was somewhat taken aback. Did that mean all the people she had met in her dreams over the years had been for nothing...?

Jin Ziyue noticed Qingzi's low spirits, grabbed her shoulders, and leaned close to her face, saying, "Listen to me, let's get out of here first."

"Yes," Haruko Sada said firmly.

"No! Haruko must stay with me! She's my daughter! I won't let you take her away!"

In the final moments, [Sleep Life, Dream Death] began to go hysterical. She roared, and the entire space trembled and vibrated. Quicksand and wood chips fell like rain, and the broken houses and cracked ground created an apocalyptic scene.

In the distance, a circular vortex quietly opened; it was the door to the real world that Jin Ziyue had opened with his Soul Prayer under the immense pressure of [Sleep Life Dream Death].

He had only just come into contact with this kind of destiny and could not yet fully grasp it. Moreover, the destiny of "Sleeping and Dying in Dreams" was over a hundred years old, while the year of "Soul Praying in Dreams" was too small to be estimated.

In this chaotic space, opening a passage to his own consciousness was Jin Ziyue's last remaining ability.

Haruko Sada supported him as they staggered toward the vortex passage.

"Don't go! Don't go! All of you stay!" The woman's cries were shrill. Her own body began to shatter. She was dying in her dream. She would truly die. Even so, she still insisted on leaving Jin Ziyue and Sada Haruko to be buried with her.

Once consciousness perishes in this space, the physical body will also die.

The entire dream space turned into darkness, and you could vaguely hear various sarcastic and abusive words, which were the sounds of the mother arguing with the neighbors and the father before she died.

Haruko Sada looked at the other person's hysterical state and felt a chill run down her spine.

Finally, the middle-aged woman's face was submerged in chaos, and the space completely transformed into a black tide. As she merged into it, it seemed to come alive and surged towards Jin Ziyue and Sada Haruko.

The speed was rapid and fierce, and the overwhelming waves roared, squeezing out the last bit of living space.

"Let's go!" Jin Ziyue shouted.

However, Haruko Sada let go of his hand that was supporting him.

(End of this chapter)