Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 289.019. Fate: The Realm of Soul Tracing

Ming's mouth opened slightly, her expression one of disbelief.

"It's so careless."

After a few seconds, she sighed softly and accepted the fact.

She drew the "Black and Red" spear, pressed it against the ground, and used it to maintain her balance.

Blood had begun to seep from the corners of his mouth, but it wasn't blood; it was light green tree sap.

"I didn't expect you to be able to see through my weakness." Ming's expression was no longer playful; there was a hint of resentment in her eyes.

"My strength is waning, so it seems I won't be able to play with you properly anymore."

Her face was ashen.

In Jin Ziyue's vision, he could clearly see her energy dissipating. Unlike the fate words, what was being lost was a kind of life force similar to blood and qi.

"However, I have about a minute left to live, and you are already helpless."

Ming looked down at him, then shakily raised her gun and pointed it at Jin Ziyue in the cage.

Jin Ziyue gritted his teeth, but his body and limbs were pinned to the ground by thick vines, and the iron thorns pricked his skin painfully, yet he could not break free no matter what he did.

"It's a lose-lose situation. You've done a great job to get to this point. For a 16-year-old to have such a ruthless will, it's no wonder the boss is worried that you'll hinder NA's development," Ming commented.

"To be honest, I quite like you. You have such a manly look in your eyes. If I had the chance, I'd really like to try it out. But I can't help it. I have orders from above, and I have to deliver. Don't blame me for being heartless. Just go and rest in peace."

Jin Ziyue's face was ashen.

Truly resolute people are the calmest and most composed when faced with life-or-death crises.

I still have one trick up my sleeve.

He was trembling with excitement, his heart pumping blood frantically like a drumbeat, his heart pounding faster and faster, like a demon awakening from a deep abyss.

【Tracing back to the source】Just like responding to a call, when the host reaches a high degree of unity of spirit and energy, invisible fluctuations, like the sound of an audio system, rise and fall in segments, demonstrating the activity of the command.

"Bye-Bye."

Ming held the gun in his right hand, pointed the tip at Jin Ziyue, and thrust it forward.

"what--!!!"

Jin Ziyue roared like a tiger released from its cage, his eyes gleaming.

The phrase "[Tracing back to the source]" fluctuated actively to its peak, with high-frequency vibrations resembling a stellar explosion, and the halo expanded with a bang.

The white light grew brighter and brighter. Before Ming could stop it, she instinctively raised her gun to block the way, and her vision was instantly engulfed by the sea of ​​white light.

Under the bright light, she had to close her eyes and raise her hand to shield her vision.

……

After a while, the light faded, and Ming slowly lowered her hand.

When she opened her eyes, the whole world looked different.

This is a barren and desolate world. The red horizon is like a blood-red stain, and above the dome is a scene like a dark prison.

Standing before her was an adult man.

Ming was somewhat surprised; the man's face was sharply defined, with strong lines, and he looked exactly like the grown-up kid from before.

She murmured, "So that's how it is. No wonder you were so strange; you had the soul of a middle-aged man hidden inside you."

This is a world of souls.

【Tracing the Origin】Under Jin Ziyue's will, his first life force was born. Combined with 【Tracing the Origin】, a short-term spiritual world—the Realm of Soul Tracing—was created.

Jin Ziyue is also adapting to his restored state of being, even if it is only his soul, it is still vigorous and powerful.

In contrast, Ming's figure was extremely thin, almost translucent.

Jin Ziyue didn't know if it was because he was near death or for some other reason; all he knew was that in this world, Ming's soul was incredibly fragile. It was practically made of paper.

“Your condition is a bit strange. Is your soul incomplete?” Jin Ziyue asked.

Ming was even in the mood to joke. She frowned and pretended to be about to cry: "It's strange that you only care about me now, you deadbeat."

Jin Ziyue frowned, somewhat annoyed by her unreliability; she was ruthless towards enemies. But what puzzled him was that Ming's expression was natural, not at all like someone about to die.

"This time, consider yourself lucky. Be careful, the rest of the NA organization are already on their way. I heard they've discovered your whereabouts, and the boss is taking it very seriously."

"You already knew me at this point?" Jin Ziyue asked.

"What do you mean 'at this time'?" Ming pouted, then suddenly paused, as if realizing something, and looked at Jin Ziyue again, exclaiming in surprise, "You came back from the future?"

Jin Ziyue stepped forward, grabbed her neck, and lifted her up with a little force.

"Ahem, hahaha, you're so cute, so easy to fool?" Ming didn't struggle and laughed unrestrainedly.

Her laughter made Jin Ziyue realize that things weren't so simple; they probably had some means of transmitting information, and his identity was hard to hide.

However, no matter how much precautions he takes, his identity will eventually be exposed; he just doesn't want it to happen so soon.

"I won't take advantage of you. In exchange, I'll tell you a secret about myself." Ming's complexion grew worse, but her spirits remained high.

Ming paused for a moment and asked, "Do you want to know the measurements or the intelligence?"

"intelligence."

"Tch, what a boring man."

"I am just a seed, possessing less than one-tenth of the soul fragment of the original body. Not to mention me, even if the original body dies, the seeds left in various places will one day sprout and be reborn. We will meet again in the future."

After Ming finished speaking, her face was extremely pale, but she still managed a sweet smile.

Jin Ziyue's face grew increasingly grim. Damn it, this guy was just a clone.

He released his grip, and Ming's figure vanished like a bubble.

The woman's vitality faded away, disappearing without a trace.

……

Jin Ziyue was released from the Soul Tracing Realm and returned to reality.

Ming's body was still there, but she seemed to be asleep, her eyes lowered, still holding the gun.

The vines still covered Jin Ziyue, but he could feel the burden on his body getting lighter and lighter.

Both the plants and the woman are fading away.

The first time I used Fate was with the ability to "Trace Back to the Source," which was actually similar to exploring my own soul world.

In the spiritual world, one's own and others' mental activities are rapid, and the flow of time seems to slow down.

At least, Ming spoke for more than a minute.

Both the caster and the victim should be in a state of unconsciousness and confusion. This skill can easily give a third party an opportunity to exploit it, and of course, it can also create opportunities for teammates.

It was a gain that was neither too big nor too small.

Having survived the ordeal, Jin Ziyue felt the exhaustion in his body and some mental fatigue. The high-frequency combat and the use of destiny were probably still a burden on him.

He raised his hand, revealing an arm covered in wounds. Thorns had cut him countless times, and the thorns were poisoned. Only later did he realize that the poison had already caused his skin to itch, a sign that it was about to fester.

I was a little exhausted and couldn't stand up immediately.

A gentle, warm breeze swept by.

"Pah, pah, pah."

A sudden burst of applause followed by the sound of heavy footsteps.

Jin Ziyue turned around and saw the man with a stubble beard clapping his hands while giving him a smug look of praise.

Jin Junlai exclaimed in admiration:

"Performing well."

(End of this chapter)