Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 308, Section 039: The Power to Challenge Misfortune and Suffering
"Ultraman, wake up! It's me, Shafulin!"

A sweet female voice, in a tone that was half surprised and half delighted, urged.

Jin Ziyue's head throbbed slightly, his eyelids were sticking together, and he slowly opened them, his pupils filled with confusion.

Once my vision cleared from the fog, a smiling face with bright eyes appeared before me.

Ignoring the pressure on her head, judging from her posture, the soft sensation under her head must be her thigh.

Her wine-red hair cascaded down like a waterfall, hanging in front of Jin Ziyue's eyes.

"Are you awake?"

Chen Ruolan lowered her head and asked with a grin.

How does it feel to use a lap pillow?

She seemed a little smug.

Jin Ziyue ignored her, took a deep breath, pulled himself out of his dazed state, regained a glimmer of clarity in his eyes, and slowly sat up.

"Why are you here?" He glanced around at his surroundings; he was still in his own bed.

"Please, you slept for a whole day and two nights. They were worried and asked me to come and keep an eye on you."

"Where to find it?"

“He… isn’t feeling well _(:з」∠) _…” Chen Ruolan said softly.

Jin Ziyue covered his forehead, propped up half of his face, and looked on with a look of reminiscence.

He had clearly freed himself from the constraints of the [carbon dioxide], yet he triggered a dust storm.

However, Mori Gin's barrier that sealed his soul failed to capture him.

"What's wrong? Having a nightmare? Or is your training not going well?"

Seeing him sit up, Chen Ruolan jumped off the bed, stretched her neck and back, and stretched her arms towards the sky, revealing her beautiful curves.

Is this dream really the end of my training?

Jin Ziyue didn't know how to describe the feelings in his heart.

Disappointment? Regret? Resentment and humiliation?
Have it.

It was as if the girl was right in front of him, her hands behind her back, her head tilted slightly forward, a smile on her face, and her hair flowing down her ears like water.

But upon waking, everything was gone. The scenes of the battle receded from my mind like a receding tide, gradually fading into a blur.

Jin Ziyue recalled the girl's reproachful look, and a glimmer of light returned to his eyes.

No matter what situation I'm in, I have to live a life that makes her worry-free.

The most precious thing was undoubtedly the brief time he could spend with her again. Forgetting the arguments and killings, he could enjoy the simple and peaceful beauty of a midday. If he could, Jin Ziyue hoped to sit with her in a coffee shop or milk tea shop on such a sunny afternoon, order a cup of tea, and quietly watch her read.

What was once a simple daily routine has become Jin Ziyue's lifelong dream.

He clenched his fists slightly.

Chen Ruolan glanced at him and gave him a knowing smile.

A glimmer of light finally appeared in his eyes.

A light called "love" is filling the cracks in his heart.

Jin Ziyue recovered from the dream and his consciousness returned to reality.

The quiet rental apartment gained a bit of life with Chen Ruolan's arrival.

The cramped bathroom, the plain white bed and the broken tatami mats—the facilities were simple, yet they accompanied Jin Ziyue through one dark night after another.

"Hey, did you dream about her?" Chen Ruolan asked.

"Yes," Jin Ziyue admitted.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen her, I miss her so much too.” Chen Ruolan sat to the side, cupping her face in her hands and resting her elbows on her thighs as she sat cross-legged.

"I always felt that she hadn't gone far, but was silently watching over us in some corner we didn't know about."

Jin Ziyue murmured.

"Hmph." Chen Ruolan laughed, "You become idealistic whenever it comes to anything related to her."

"Maybe."

Jin Ziyue didn't say anything more. He suddenly realized that the fate decree on his body seemed to have disappeared.

There was no energy of destiny within the body, nor any aura of "tracing back to the source" in the surroundings.

The decree has completely vanished.

Jin Ziyue remained silent.

At first, he didn't pay much attention, but now he's noticed something strange. [Tracing the Source] had been sending out signals of insufficient energy long ago, yet he was able to fully utilize the power of [Carbon Energy] during his fight with the Sword Saint.

This is inherently illogical. Even the so-called "taking shortcuts" mentioned in the "tracing back to the source" theory is difficult to explain.

Now, the life-giving words, having exhausted their energy, have completely disappeared, making it impossible for Fu Xun to gain experience any further.

Jin Ziyue recalled the dream where three of the five great ghost kings appeared. Was this treatment truly just a trial? The risk was far too high.

This is the second unreasonable point.

Unfortunately, with the disappearance of [Tracing the Source], he no longer had the means to investigate clues.

as well as……

Jin Ziyue glanced at Chen Ruolan.

If the events revisited during this experience are true, then we also need to pay closer attention to the past of our companions.

"Why are you looking at me?" Chen Ruolan tilted her head.

"It's nothing," Jin Ziyue said, turning his head away.

Sensing his hesitant expression, Chen Ruolan put her hands on her hips in annoyance and said, "Just say what you want to say."

"Chen Ruolan".

"hold head high."

"You didn't button your second button properly."

"..."

Even with Chen Ruolan's usually carefree nature, she blushed slightly and turned away to fiddle with it.

"The button... fell off." She turned around, clutching her chest, slightly annoyed.

Jin Ziyue stood up and turned to wash up.

Chen Ruolan calmed down a bit and looked in Jin Ziyue's direction again.

"There's something that's bothering me a little," she suddenly said.

Jin Ziyue, his lips covered in shaving foam, slowly shaved off the stubble with a razor, glanced at her, and indicated that he was listening.

"You said this phrase is called 'tracing back to the source,' so have you found the 'source' and 'origin'?"

Jin Ziyue quietly finished shaving, rinsed the foam off his face with water, and covered his face with a towel.

After the towel was removed, Chen Ruolan looked in the mirror and saw a refreshed face reflected there.

After shaving his beard, the man looked a little younger, less weathered, with sharp features and a long-lost youthful vigor between his brows.

Looking at that radiant expression, Chen Ruolan was slightly taken aback, as if she had traveled through time and space and seen the boy who had been howling a few years ago in the mirror.

"Looks like you really found it."

Chen Ruolan sighed and smiled.

"so good."

she muttered.

Jin Ziyue glanced at her. Then, he glanced downstairs, where Fu Xun, bandaged and leaning on a cane, seemed to be meeting Jin Ziyue's gaze.

There were also Douzi and Lao Yan under the shade of the tree, and Tianyu was also looking forward to it.

Everyone was there the whole time, but they were too embarrassed to bother the landlady, so they just waited quietly.

"I just hope that the few of us can continue to laugh and talk like this. No one can be missing from the journey of life. Let's find Qin, find the life we've lost, and accompany each other like this, quietly passing the rest of our lives together."

"The future may be uncertain and full of disappointments, but with you all here, just thinking of you and our future gives me the courage and strength to face everything. This is the tenderness you have given me."

As Jin Ziyue spoke, his eyes were as gentle as a still pool.

"You really are..." Chen Ruolan's delicate brows relaxed as she spoke softly:
"I am deeply honored to be considered a part of your lives."

(End of this chapter)