Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 307, Section 038: The Dream Ends
"Who are you--?"

Mori Ginjiro stared at the girl, his eyes narrowed, a wary look on his cold face.

The girl looked at him, and they glanced at each other.

A single glance was enough to amaze.

In an instant, sweat began to bead on Mori Gin's forehead; he had actually lost in terms of momentum.

Unknown incantations swirled slowly beneath the girl's feet, forming a halo around her. It was this faint light that illuminated her face, allowing her to be clearly seen.

An invisible pressure erupted from the incantation, its heavy texture making it difficult to even breathe.

Some power revived through her body.

Time seemed to slow down. Although the girl was standing on the ground, everyone felt as if something extraordinary was slowly descending from the sky.

He tiptoed and landed.

Strands of hair, falling slowly, were a beat behind.

Then, she raised her eyes again, her demeanor cool and aloof, ethereal and otherworldly.

The girl's eyes held a blankness of joy and sorrow that was inappropriate for her age. Mori Ginnobu had once seen a highly accomplished old monk in a mountain temple during his spiritual practice, and the monk had the same look in his eyes.

Between his brows and eyes, three parts of his charm flowed naturally, while seven parts remained reserved, inspiring a sense of awe and fear in others.

Harunobu Takeda also sized up the girl in front of him.

Her appearance is outstanding even in the world, a standard Eastern woman's face, but the temperament she exudes is enough to make people feel ashamed and unable to feel any resistance.

The girl stood there, subtly blending into the surrounding atmosphere, as if she had merged into the entire space.

He was about to speak when someone spoke up:

"Look! That person is trying to run away!"

The man pointed to the sky, the light seeming to stretch out a long tail, clashing with Mori Gin's destiny.

Crack! A slight fissure appeared in his barrier, and light seeped out from the crack.

Mori Gintoki, unwilling to accept defeat, secretly urged his destiny to accelerate the repair of the barrier formed by his destiny.

The girl casually swept her hand away, and Mori Gintoki's all-out effort, like a rekindled ember meeting spring rain, hissed and fell silent.

Mori Gin's expression was somewhat unpleasant. He silently sensed the destiny within his body. With the woman's gentle touch in the air, [Mingmou Shanlai] became as docile as a lamb, even refusing to let him use his abilities.

Unimpeded, the ball of light drifted away, like a meteor streaking across the sky.

"My power! Why can't I use it!" One of the White Walkers noticed something was wrong and was about to use the power of the Life Word when he was shocked to find that his hands were empty.

"Be careful, this woman is a bit strange!" Soon, one of the Others realized this and unconsciously took a step back.

From one person retreating, to a row retreating, to rows and rows retreating.

"No need."

The one speaking was Takeda Harunobu.

The valiant general stepped forward and said, “I have heard that it is easier to conquer a country than to preserve it. For thousands of years, the 16th District has experienced constant warfare, from the chaos of the Warring States period to the Reform Movement of 1898. Whenever the people of the Mongol Empire suffered and the capital was in danger, a goddess would appear at the critical moment to quell the war and ensure the longevity of the nation.”

According to folklore, the goddess was extremely beautiful, yet no one could capture her likeness. Even when they did manage to depict her, the images varied considerably across different periods. Strangely enough, after the disaster, people could no longer find this goddess. All they knew was that she had lived for over a thousand years and must have been a celestial being descended to earth. So people built monuments and temples to offer incense in her honor. As the legend spread, the goddess became an object of prayer, blessings, and wishes for peace for countless people. And her legend became known to every household.

Takeda Harunobu paused, looked deeply at the girl, and said, "I never expected to see the goddess's beautiful face so far from my homeland. It is truly my honor."

Having said that, in full view of everyone, the world-renowned God of War of Kai bowed deeply to the girl.

Mori Ginjiro also realized what was happening, and he was stunned for a moment: "How is this possible..."

Harunobu Takeda remained bowed and silent.

Mori Gin-sei also realized what was happening and quickly suppressed his displeasure. Although somewhat reluctant, he still bowed and said, "I didn't know you were the goddess. If I have offended you, please forgive me."

"Goddess? Sir?"

Some of the younger White Walkers were still bewildered, while some of the true elites had already bowed respectfully with solemn expressions.

They may have heard many tales of goddesses, but the White Walkers worship power, not mythical illusions.

Myths and legends exist in every ethnic group and region; they are nothing more than fictional characters created for exploitation. Who would have thought that there was actually a goddess?

Moreover, this is District 9, not District 16.

How could a goddess appear here... appearing in the body of an ordinary girl from District 9?
Mori Gin lowered his eyes, his long, narrow eyes looking down, and said, "Goddess, please don't blame us for being blind. Instead of enjoying the incense offerings in the 16th district's capital, you've appeared here, using your mortal body to hinder us from eradicating the root of the chaos. Isn't this putting us in a difficult position?"

"you are?"

The girl's voice was ethereal.

Mori Gin-sei's face stiffened, he bowed again, his teeth clenched, and said, "I am Mori Gin-sei."

"Oh."

She gave a perfunctory reply and then ignored it, turning to Takeda Harunobu and saying, "General, we meet again."

really……

Harunobu Takeda's hand tightened slightly.

"Since you all recognize me, could you please spare that young man for my sake?"

"My Lady Goddess!"

Mori Gin's face was grim: "This matter concerns the fate of our clan. This man is the root of our clan's troubles. If we let him go, the people will inevitably face another catastrophe if the 16th District becomes unstable in the future. From the perspective of the people of the 16th District, you should stand on our side, sir."

The girl lazily raised her eyebrows, glanced at Maoli, whose face was ashen with suppressed rage, and said, "Tell Minister Wen not to fall for their tricks."

Her right hand was draped over her left arm, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, revealing a girlish demeanor, and she said calmly, "I made a deal with the owner of this body to help her send that boy back. If you have nothing else, you may leave."

"Goddess, isn't this inappropriate?"

Mori Gin said, "Could you give us a reason? We believe that Goddess is naturally considering the 16th District, but it is indeed difficult to explain to Minister Wen. Please explain the reason, Goddess."

“Exactly,” someone chimed in amidst the chaos.

"I've already said, this is a transaction, nothing more."

The girl said coldly.

"My lady, this is a matter of life and death for our race. Please do not treat it lightly." Mori Ginjiro stared at her, not giving an inch.

"Never mind," Takeda Harunobu said, stopping her. "The person has already escaped, there's no point in saying more. I believe Lady Goddess has her own plans. Harunobu takes his leave."

After saying that, he got up and boarded the ship without turning his head.

Mori Gin-sei was about to speak when he noticed the girl staring at him coldly, so he wisely kept quiet.

"Walk."

He looked at the girl and said, "Sir, we shall take our leave."

The girl nodded symbolically, without saying anything more.

Despite his resentment, Mori Ginjiro remained rational, calmly gathered his men, boarded the ship, and left.

The White Walkers gradually withdrew.

In no time, the ghost ship disappeared on the sea.

Once everyone had gone far away, the girl looked up and gazed at the night sky, in the direction where Jin Ziyue's light had drifted away.

Dark clouds obscured the moon; by the sea, the occasional sound of crashing waves could be heard.

She murmured, "This timeline has been ruined by you."

At this moment, with no more protective barrier, the dock was completely surrounded by surging darkness, and finally, the faint light faded, and the last creation was completely absorbed into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)