Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 221.012. The Food Chain Above Humans
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the trees, falling on the girl's hair. A gentle breeze blew through her hair, and as it swayed, her serene eyes could be vaguely seen between her brows.

Jin Ziyue met the girl's gaze, his pupils murky, like the deep, dark mud of a swamp.

"What do I need to do with this talisman?"

"Once she goes to the Spirit Ascension Array, you can take out the talisman. Rest assured, the talisman will not have any side effects on you, and it will only be effective against those whose souls have been misplaced, that is, those whose souls have entered other people's bodies."

The short-haired girl spoke in a steady tone, but seemed to lack a touch of human warmth.

"I have another question. Since you say you are a genuine descendant of the Sanshui family, could you explain in detail the relationship between the soul and destiny, and between the soul and the person?"

Jin Ziyue asked.

San Shui, with a calm expression, nodded in agreement and said:
"In this world, all things possess a spirit, and among the primates, after tens of millions of years of evolution and change, the ultimate winner is humanity, along with humanity's natural enemy—the Others. You know these two races better than I do. And the Life Words serve as a bridge between these two races. Humans nurture Life Words to reproduce, while the Others devour Life Words to survive. The two races with the strongest souls seem to be born into a hunter-prey relationship."

"The reason why the destiny is entrusted to a person is that the most basic destiny can only draw nourishment from the soul. It needs to rely on the host to constantly stimulate the soul deep within, the thoughts, insights, and feelings. The soul's thoughts are the most precious essence of mankind, and the root of the destiny's eagerness to become stronger."

"In some ways, humans are like the most primitive producers in nature, and the emotions they generate—joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and hatred—are all nourishment for the growth of the soul. Some people succeed because of their strong will, while others fail because of their weak will. In any case, destiny provides the stage for life to unfold, and humanity, in turn, nourishes destiny with the most refined energy."

This energy is drawn from the soul.

"The power of the soul and the power of the word are of the same origin."

San Shui Lin Xin glanced at Jin Zi Yue and said, "Destiny Words, which transcend the form of the soul, will eventually become food for the Others. This is the final truth of how the Creator reconstructed this food chain. And the only way for Destiny Words that do not want to be eaten is to evolve and occupy the bottom of the food chain, namely, humans, to have the means to fight against the Others."

"The soul is the most direct manifestation of a human's strength. We rarely study the souls of the White Walkers because we can't collect samples. The death of the White Walkers is a complete erasure of their traces from the world. Humans are different. Their remaining souls are attached to the world and possess a pardon that is combined with the Decree of Fate. In the end, they will be devoured by the Decree of Fate. It can be considered the only mercy that the Creator has for weak humans."

There was an uncontrollable sadness in her eyes.

Perhaps it was because he was thinking about his current situation, which was the most desolate and tragic state of his soul residing in the Book of Fate.

Jin Ziyue listened silently to the girl's story.

"In this world, in places you cannot see, at this very moment, countless souls are like mayflies, being plundered and devoured by the bustling pronouncements of fate, leaving not even a trace."

Jin Ziyue's heart trembled violently, and he immediately thought of Fu Qin.

"Has this always been how you've always been?" Jin Ziyue suddenly asked. His question was abrupt, and the girl couldn't figure out what he wanted to say. Her cautious personality, which she had developed since childhood, made her choose to first try to figure out the other person's intentions before making a decision that would satisfy the other person.

She tilted her head and said, "Why do you ask that?"

“There is no joy in your eyes,” Jin Ziyue said. “Actually, there are many things in this world worth cherishing, and you don’t have to be bound by the form of existence.”

"I just want to take back everything that belongs to me."

The girl said expressionlessly.

"Thank you for your concern. Please also be wary of the 'me' possessed by the evil spirit. I'm worried that it might do something to you at any time, and it's highly likely that it will also go to the ancestral home of our Sanshui clan."

"Ah."

"Then I thank you again, sir."

The girl bowed, and then collapsed onto the bench as if all her strength had left her.

Jin Ziyue looked down at the unconscious girl. At this moment, her breathing was stable, and her life essence had been separated from its host.

He put the talisman in his pocket, walked away quietly, and his expression disappeared into the shadows of the receding trees.

……

The oranges in his hand were held tightly, and the plastic bag made a sound.

Jin Ziyue looked at the tangerines in his hand, then at the smoke rising from the chimneys across the roadside trees, unsure how to give them to the animals.

At that moment, a surge of life force, like a rapidly flowing electric current, flashed past from all around.

Jin Ziyue narrowed his eyes slightly.

The fluctuation, like a startled rabbit, instantly went into hibernation.

He turned his head and glanced at the pedestrians around him. The street in front of him was bustling with people, and bicycles occasionally jingled. Groups of two or three students walked hand in hand, their faces lightly made up, holding milk tea and browsing cute little trinkets on the street.

At noon, the aroma of stir-fried dishes mingled with the smell of sea salt on the small street. The clattering of oil in the wok came from near and far, and the sizzling rhythm of bacon slices on the hot plate rose and fell in a regular pattern, like a dancer.

That aura is no longer there.

But there was no mistake, it was the aura of a Fate Master. All along, Jin Ziyue had been on guard against the guys chasing after him from District 9. Although they seemed to have no presence, their surveillance and reconnaissance abilities were endless.

I knew from previous missions that this was a pack of wolves; when they moved, they were unstoppable, moving in large numbers until they bit the neck, giving their opponent no chance to breathe.

In many cases, what he needed to guard against was not the White Walkers, but the relentless pursuit from his own kind.

They had been in Zuojingdu for some time now, and apart from Fanyunshou, Qingyise, and others, no one else had shown up directly, because they were all waiting for a decisive blow that would kill them instantly.

Jin Ziyue walked away nonchalantly, strolling leisurely towards the bustling market.

……

Du Biao, the "walking gangster," held his breath and braced himself against the glass of the coffee shop with one hand.

Several coffee drinkers were sitting around me.

Flying Constable Ah Song stood quietly to the side; Thunder Leg Zhang Rang was ordered not to speak and could only silently add creamer and instant sugar cubes to his coffee; Peerless Lolita Feng Qingqing also quietly occupied a two-person seat, her big body with her hair in pigtails, closing her eyes to rest, which attracted the attention of those around her.

Du Biao released his grip, sighed, and said, "We've been discovered."

Zhang Rang, who seemed to have been granted a pardon, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "As expected, no matter how much sugar you add to coffee, it's still as awful as ever. How do you guys manage to sip it like tea? Shouldn't you feel nauseous and have your stomach acid churning from the very first sip?"

"What did Cheng Lin say?" Du Biao and the others had long since ignored this guy's spiel. After spending these days together, they had realized that if they wanted to beat Zhang Rang, they had to beat him both with his mouth and his legs.

Flying Constable Ah Song said, "We're still monitoring them. But Cheng Lin doesn't have much fighting power, so we need to provide support as soon as possible. The new team has already caught up, so we need to act quickly as well."

Du Biao nodded and said, "Be careful. The other side is more cautious than we imagined. Even when I used [Borrowing a Mirror to Observe Form], they still noticed."

"Qingqing, report the location," Du Biao ordered. "Before Cheng Lin loses sight of the target, close the net and take him down."

The peerless loli Feng Qingqing opened her eyes, her gaze as vast as a starry sea. The fluctuations of her destiny phrase "[It is evident to all]" spread out, connecting with Cheng Lin, who was not far away.

Jin Ziyue's image was transmitted to Feng Qingqing's eyes through Cheng Lin.

"Ahead, in Tanigaki Ward, Toyoto Town, the third ward is approaching the fourth ward."

(End of this chapter)