Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 168, Section 038: Soul Prayer and Dream Inquiry
When Jin Ziyue opened his eyes, he entered the dream world of [Soul Prayer Dream] for the first time.

The images above her head, like rolls of film past her knees, played back the brief time that Haruko Sada and Ziyue spent together.

Further away, there's a blurred boundary, because they've only spent three days together.

He tried to walk, and each step he took created a ripple effect.

Through this ability, one can convey their heartfelt prayers to the person they long for, summoning them from the ethereal world.

Those regrets that could not be repaid in reality finally found a turning point in dreams.

He stood quietly, pondering where Haruko Sada would appear from.

The light and shadow of the scene before my eyes gradually distorted, slowly transforming into a vortex-shaped door.

The prayer in my heart was answered.

Haruko Sada was a little confused. She jumped out from the other side of the door barefoot and looked around curiously.

When the girl looked up, she immediately saw the man standing in the center. Her eyes lit up with incredible joy, and she ran towards him.

"Jin Jun!"

With a sweet cry, Haruko Sada threw herself into Jin Ziyue's arms.

The little head popped out twice with a soft humming sound, and the voice had a slightly nasal tone: "I thought I'd never see you again."

Jin Ziyue's gaze softened, and he gently stroked her hair: "I'm sorry I couldn't bring you back alive."

Haruko Sada shook her head, squinted like a cat, enjoying Jin Ziyue's hand, and showed a satisfied smile: "It's okay."

"Look, I can still meet with you like this, and I don't even have to struggle to make a living."

Haruko Sada offered words of comfort.

“You could have had a better life.” Jin Ziyue’s eyes showed some reluctance.

“No need,” Haruko Sada said. “If I were only living for myself, I think I would live a very casual life. After all, there’s nothing worth caring about. You gave me meaning in life when I was feeling utterly hopeless. If I don’t have anyone around me worth giving my all to, I’ll be afraid to live.”

She spoke softly, looking at Jin Ziyue: "Aren't you the same? You keep saying you live for yourself, but I can't see your soul. Have you ever been genuinely happy for yourself?"

"Don't live such a hard life. I really hope that you're not kind to yourself, even though you're so gentle to others. I used to think that since you can give so much for me, why can't I spend the rest of my life taking care of you?"

With tears welling up in her eyes, Haruko Sada said, "My only wish is to wait for you to come home from get off work every day, to do your laundry and cook for you, and to be your virtuous wife."

She smiled, lowering her head to hide her tears: "But I really am powerless. I can't protect you, and I can't bear to stop you from pursuing your goals. How could someone so kind be born a cold-blooded killer?"

"But, but I'm really worried about you... worried about your safety, worried that your life has no light."

Jin Ziyue embraced the crying girl, but couldn't utter a sound. After a long while, he finally spoke:

"Don't worry. I'm also very happy to be with you."

Haruko Sada's body trembled, and her soft sobs gradually subsided: "Mmm."

She stopped making a fuss and just quietly nestled in Jin Ziyue's arms.

……

By the time Jin Ziyue regained consciousness, it was already dawn.

Jin Ziyue sat up from the sofa, opened his palm, and seemed to still feel the warmth of the girl's touch.

"Looks like business was pretty good last night." Fu Xun sat by the window, bored out of his mind.

"I haven't gone to find Qin yet."

Fu Xun, with an air of "I already guessed it," said, "It's only natural. But let's hurry, not just you, I also want to see my older sister."

He rarely looked so nostalgic: "At least she knows that I am now a capable Fate Master, no longer a brat."

Jin Ziyue looked at him and said, "She will find out."

When the two of them chose the path of the Fate Chaser, the little woman had quite a few complaints.

"Speaking of which, I find last night's battle rather strange," Fu Xun said. "The overall quality of these White Walkers is far superior to that of ordinary street thugs, not to mention that even the Fate Masters have become White Walkers. I refuse to believe there wasn't a mastermind behind it all. But if there was a mastermind, what was their motive?"

Jin Ziyue's eyes flickered, and he said, "The warrior White Walker I fought last night had five identical inscriptions, all of which were 'Sharp Edge Revealed,' but they were all defective."

"No way, this thing can be mass-produced?" Fu Xun frowned. He felt that even those who could control fate could become Otherworlders, and he had a feeling that things were not that simple.

“I have a feeling we’ve fallen into a trap.” Fu Xun’s eyes gleamed with a wolf-like light. “This trip to Zuojingdu is definitely a mess.”

“Hmm.” Jin Ziyue didn’t know whether to agree or disagree. “But the more it’s a conspiracy, the more it can explain why Qin’s cause of death was so bizarre.” He could already rule out the possibility of natural death.

"Since the other party is able to kill someone without anyone noticing, even from tens of thousands of kilometers away, they must have some extraordinary methods. But why is it Qin?" Fu Xun's face was somewhat ferocious, and his right fist was clenched tightly.

“Tonight…” Jin Ziyue’s eyes narrowed, then became serious, “we will get more clues.”

"How do you plan to see Qin? We've been apart for so long, there must be things you need to say, right? If Qin sees you looking so haggard, will she break up with you on the spot?" Fu Xun said with a grin, "You're almost a greasy middle-aged man."

Jin Ziyue examined the toe of the shoe, a rare smile appearing on his lips: "Possibly."

Neither of them said anything more. The most important girl in the lives of these two men was their tacit understanding and bond.

Waiting is always a difficult time.

Jin Ziyue wanted to fall asleep, but his heart was pounding so hard that his blood was flowing faster, and he was sweating profusely, making it difficult for him to drift off.

He shaved, coughed, cleared his throat, and carefully adjusted his tie in front of the mirror. Gazing at himself in the mirror, he tried to soften his features, but unfortunately, his sharply defined features could never return to the handsome appearance of a young man.

Finally, aided by sleeping pills, the man fell into a deep sleep. His sleeves were rolled up high, and he clutched his pocket watch tightly in his hand. The girl on the watch was staring at him with a look of disgust, but she couldn't suppress the slight blush on her face.

Jin Ziyue finally returned to the Hall of Memories. This time it was different; it spanned seven years, from their high school years at age fifteen to their university years. After overcoming numerous hardships from Yanhe Middle School, they finally held hands.

He stepped inside and could vaguely see light.

When his eyes finally adjusted to the light, the sight before him startled him for no apparent reason—

The Hall of Memory is empty.

(End of this chapter)