Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 295.025. First Meeting with the Martial Prime Minister
Jin Ziyue saw the van stop in the distance, and the people inside calmly carried Chen Ruolan out.

He wore a black trench coat, sunglasses, slicked-back hair, a scar on his cheekbone, and a cold, stern expression.

This is Linghai Wharf.

A large ocean-going vessel was moored on the embankment, the black steel behemoth silently waiting, its bow raised high.

People were already waiting there. They were dressed like the kidnappers, wearing sunglasses and looking presentable, with faint red lights flashing from their headphones.

The sea breeze, carrying a fishy smell, blew in from the other side of the big waves.

Surprisingly, the other party noticed Jin Ziyue but didn't make any significant moves, or even seem inclined to engage in combat.

"Moshi moshi, little friend, can you hear me?"

Jin Ziyue then noticed that the man standing in the distance was holding a device that looked like a video communication device, and the screen showed the face of an old man with graying temples.

He gave an instruction to the person beside him, who nodded and slowly walked over.

"I can't leave District 16, so this is the only way I can meet you. Please forgive me," the old man murmured with emotion.

Who are you? Why do you know me?

Jin Ziyue is only 16 years old. Logically speaking, no one in District 16 should know of his existence yet.

"I'm just an old man with long bones. Oh, I forgot to mention, it's not convenient for me to meet you in person normally, so I can only communicate with you through dreams. You don't mind that I came uninvited, do you?"

As the old man spoke, he looked around outside the frame, clicking his tongue in amazement, "What an amazing ability! To recreate a dream so realistically, is it a prophecy?"

His words were like a thunderclap, instantly sending chills down Jin Ziyue's spine.

"Young friend, don't mind. It's not surprising that someone who's lived a long time would know a thing or two, is it?"

"Who exactly are you?" Jin Ziyue's eyes were filled with apprehension.

"My name is Ren Kato," the old man said cheerfully.

Jin Ziyue's expression was rather unpleasant: "The Martial Prime Minister of the Others?"

Not many people may recognize the name Kato Ren, but everyone will be surprised when the name Takesho is mentioned. This is a powerful figure whose name cannot be directly addressed.

A leading figure among the White Walkers' conservative faction, the highest-ranking White Walker commander in District 16, second only to the Night King. He was the head of the Imperial Guard and the first person to militarize the White Walkers, a powerful figure even within the entire Alliance. He was also a living fossil of the White Walker world; his military influence could be seen behind the scenes in most of the famous battles and changes in District 16's history. As the Prime Minister, he held a position of power through force, and his own strength was as elusive as the white mist on a mountaintop, unknown to anyone else.

"It is indeed I." He smiled slightly.

Jin Ziyue sized up the old man in front of him, who was dressed in casual clothes. He had the same demeanor as the red-nosed old man in an ordinary tavern, as if he could sit at the small bar, warm up some sake, and chat with the manager all day long.

However, he easily entered his own dream and even knew of the existence of the destiny. In short, he, like himself, was a complete conscious being in this dream.

"Young friend, there's no need to be nervous. I won't harm you." He seemed to remember something, and his smile deepened. "Even if you return to reality, I still won't harm you."

He glanced at Jin Ziyue and said, "Truly, heroes emerge from among the young. When I was your age, I was probably still secretly looking at ukiyo-e prints in some workshop."

"You're not here for nostalgia, are you?" Jin Ziyue glanced at him.

"Ha, I couldn't help it, it reminded me of my youthful days."

He straightened up, scratched the back of his head like an embarrassed old man, chuckled, and said, "Don't worry, I've come here today only to take this opportunity to convey our position to you. Not all of my people are your enemies."

"Are you trying to say there's a distinction between conservatives and radicals?" Jin Ziyue had neither a particular aversion nor a fondness for the Otherworlders.

"No, no."

Kato Ren waved his hand and said:

"Conservatism and radicalism are merely different political ideologies. We share the same roots and origins; no matter how much we fight, it's just a family matter, not worth discussing. The enemy I'm referring to is related to your mission. You should be carrying the [Hundred Rivers Converging into the Sea], right? This generation's collector, are you preparing to complete the 'Small Hundred Rivers' or the 'Great Hundred Rivers'?"

Jin Ziyue frowned slightly, his gaze becoming increasingly hostile.

"Don't look at me like that. After all, I helped you resolve crises back then. Do you think every cataclysmic disaster was caused by my race? You're sorely mistaken. The so-called 'catastrophe' destroys all things in the world, regardless of race. In the face of disaster, both races must work together."

He acted like an ordinary old man, using his seniority to boast about his knowledge to the younger generation.

"The enemy that Wu Xiang mentioned must be the one who caused the world's destruction, right?" Jin Ziyue vaguely felt that he seemed to have fallen into the trap of those old bastards who controlled fate. The wheel of fate was turning quietly, and the pointer was bumping against the wheel, eventually coinciding with the expected trajectory.

Even though her obsession was solely focused on finding out the truth about Fu Qin, she unknowingly stirred up changes in the entire landscape.

The idea of ​​world destruction sounds far removed from his own life, but the mysterious and profound phrase "all rivers flow into the sea" is right beside him, making this kind of magical realism seem somewhat real.

"Exactly." The old man nodded.

"Are you from the NA organization?"

"It's still uncertain. Until the very last moment, no one knows who caused this catastrophe. But speaking of which, these young people have caused quite a bit of trouble in recent years. You'll help us deal with them, right?"

Jin Ziyue did not answer.

The old man chuckled and said, "However, for you now, dealing with them would be a bit too much. Grow up first, and we'll have opportunities to cooperate in the future."

“I have another question,” Jin Ziyue said.

"Please speak, young friend. This old man will answer all your questions."

"Why did you send someone to kidnap Ruolan?" He glanced at the man behind him, who was carrying the unconscious Chen Ruolan in his arms with a blank expression.

"Ah, using 'kidnapping' would be too offensive. It was probably five years ago that I gave the order to send someone across the ocean to bring this girl back to District 16. As you know, the current me is from the same era as you; I'm just temporarily occupying the consciousness of a virtual character."

Jin Ziyue was not satisfied with the other party's answer and stared at him intently with an unfriendly expression.

"I know what you want to ask, young friend. It wasn't my men who hurt her. I just happened to learn about the situation and sent someone to rescue her as quickly as possible," Kato Ren said leisurely.

Why did you save her?

The old man paused for a moment, looked in Chen Ruolan's direction, and said, "Because she looks a lot like an old friend of mine."

"Old friend?"

"Hmm." Kato Ren's eyes showed neither sorrow nor joy.

“An old friend who almost sent me to the brink of death.”

It's almost the end of the year, and there's a lot of work to do. I might have to work overtime frequently in the future due to unforeseen circumstances... If there's no update, it's because I haven't reached the word count. I'll post it once I've accumulated enough chapters. I apologize in advance!
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