Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 3908 Why Didn't I Kill You?
Ye Lin secretly wiped away a cold sweat; his squinty eyes had an incredibly sharp sense of smell.

After letting out a sigh of relief, he quickly stuffed the nourishing soup, made with various rare and precious ingredients, into her hands.

The soup also contains some golden apple chunks, which add a sweet flavor; these are fruits borrowed from the Tree of Heaven.

Squinting to suppress his inner suspicion, he held the bowl, took a small sip, savored it for a moment, and smiled:
"It tastes good, but it would taste even better if it were the golden apple that Prana has."

Ye Lin shrugged and teased, "The Golden Apple is Prana's lifeblood, her only source of pride. And after playing with it for so long, it's probably quite saturated with flavor."

A precious golden apple that Prana holds in her hand all day, kisses every now and then, and even sleeps with by her pillow—if you actually cut it into pieces and boil it into a pot of apple soup, would she be able to drink it?

Ye Lin felt confident she could do it, but Mimi Yan probably wasn't so sure; she simply wanted to make soup with that apple.

"Alright, I'm fine now. Go check on Xia Te. In the end, the power of destiny still aligns with her divine body and soul." The squinty-eyed man held a bowl of soup in one hand and waved with the other, telling him to hurry up and get out of there instead of wandering around in front of him.

The more it sways, the angrier it gets.

The deadly crisis seemed to have been averted without any real danger.

Ye Lin smiled and responded. As he turned to leave, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, as if a sharp knife had sliced ​​through it. He could feel that Remy's gaze still held intense suspicion and scrutiny.

He also brought Fei Liao a nourishing soup to calm his mind. Fei Liao was in seclusion, but not in a completely empty space; Shilock was nearby.

The power of destiny shines because of the birth of all things, so destiny is destined not to evolve on its own, but should always maintain a close connection with all things in the world.

Behind Sirocco manifested a huge, black and red invisible flower, each petal seemingly covered with black and red blood. As a sub-lineage of the power of destiny, it gains enhanced inspiration, evolutionary abilities, and benefits when near destiny.

“The one who went back to the past was actually me. We exchanged memories and fates, but the essence of our souls did not change. I am still me.” Xia Te was correcting her own perception.

If we compare fate to a long thread that can be cut and grafted, Remy is a golden thread, and she is a white thread. After cutting, the golden thread is tied to the white thread, and the white thread is tied to the golden thread, thus completing the exchange of fate. Although the two threads do not become four, two awkward knots will still be left at the grafting points.

What she and Remy had to do was carefully examine this part of their destiny, completely rediscover their self-awareness, and transform their fate into a smooth, infinitely extending line of destiny.

As Ye Lin approached the realm of destiny, a dazzling array of colorful lights suddenly rose up around him, once again obscuring the view of heaven. Suddenly, the stars shone brightly, outlining rushing rivers, as if he were already in the vast and boundless universe.

"Help me," came Hiat's voice.

"How can I help?" Ye Lin didn't ask why, but directly asked himself what he should do, as the young lady might be in a hurry.

"I will manipulate power to influence your destiny. All you have to do is break through all the trials. In the process, the power of destiny will be weakened until it is completely conquered by me."

After the power of destiny repeated the bursts of the three primordial moments, an incredible and immense power emerged. All combinations and all possibilities, the trajectory of destiny reached a deeper level, beyond Hiat's control. Moreover, the previous deception that altered the understanding of the universe through the substitution of destiny was actually a release of the power of destiny.

Now, there are signs that power is trying to reverse her fate.

Ye Lin seemed to be deep in thought, and then complained, "It feels like I'm the one who brings the boss down to low health, and then you have to finish it off."

Immediately, Ye Lin saw countless representations of himself taking shape, dressed in identical attire. They stood in every possible place, densely packed throughout the world, performing the same actions and speaking the same words… “Who am I?”

Ye Lin keenly discerned the truth: these manifestations of his were not simple illusions or clones, but were more akin to different versions of himself across different timelines and various possibilities.

However, these "he"s in the real sense do not exist.

Every minute and every second, a person faces two or more choices, each of which corresponds to a completely different future. When embarking on one of these paths, one inevitably thinks at some point... "If I had done this or that back then, would the outcome have been completely different?"

Throughout his life, he naturally made countless choices. Some were of great importance, affecting the entire world and the future of many people. Others were simply casual decisions, such as choosing between an apple and a strawberry when reaching for a fruit plate.

Some hands reached for the apples, while others reached for the strawberries.

Whether your breath is long or short in the next second is also a choice; whether you thrust hard or gently the next time you enter the buttocks is also a choice.

The power of fate has manifested all the choices he has made in his past life, and now each of the night forests before him represents a version of himself who has made a different choice.

Ye Lin himself was asking himself, "Who am I?" He became one of countless parrots, unable to distinguish who he was. His soul was stained a monotonous white, devoid of color.

It seemed to be Hiat's voice, yet it sounded hollow, carrying an undeniable authority, and coldly said:

"You need to relive the moment you made all the choices, and make the same choices as before, in order to find yourself again."

Night Forest regained some of its luster, a request that was fundamentally impossible to fulfill. If it were merely a choice about major events, it would be manageable, but fate encompasses countless intricate and complex smaller events.

Even if Nimmel, the mother-in-law, is known for her wisdom and memory, possessing the power of wisdom to replicate the past without forgetting any details, and were to be retraced back to the beginning of time, it would be almost impossible for her to make the exact same choices as in her first life.

"If I make a different choice, does that mean I will become a different version of myself in a different timeline?"

No voice came from Hiat, seemingly acknowledging that different choices would lead him to become a different person, until "he" made the same choice as him.

Ye Lin suddenly felt an invisible force forcefully intervening in his past, present, and future, wanting to transform him into a particle of light and manifest the first choice in the past.

His intuition gave him a very dangerous feeling, a sense of déjà vu as he faced a corner of the Creator, and that if he made the wrong choice, the forces of fate would mercilessly dismember him.

The forces of destiny after liberation have clearly been able to directly interfere with the gods, and their limits are definitely not limited to this.

"Fat shrew, you've really found me a good job, but it's quite troublesome."

"I've heard a saying," Ye Lin said with a faint smile, showing no sign of tension.

"If you put an infinite number of monkeys that can only randomly press keys into a space with infinite time to type, then theoretically all kinds of text combinations will be born, including those groundbreaking literary works. In other words, there will be a monkey that types out the masterpiece of a great writer."

He is now like that monkey who must type out a literary work, among an infinite number of similar creatures, among an infinite number of possibilities, he must find the only correct order of arrangement.

"But I am not a monkey, nor a machine that follows a set program. If you take me back to the past, I cannot make the exact same choice, because having countless choices is one of the greatest characteristics of our species."

The hollow, indifferent voice, like that of Hiaite, remained silent, seemingly ignoring his response. "For example, right now, I also have the right to choose. I don't have to follow your rigid framework." Ye Lin raised his hand and clenched it in the void. The Primordial Sword appeared silently, its chaotic power swirling with three divine laws. He was enveloped in divine light, radiant and transcendent, contrasting sharply with countless versions of himself.

Then, Ye Lin unleashed a sword strike, forcefully tearing apart the environment of the starry universe. His physical manifestations, his different timelines, and his different choices, vanished in the dazzling light.

I killed all the "me"s, so that whatever choice the only me makes is correct.

“I am indeed the result of countless choices. Each choice is a step I take and has an inevitable cause and effect with me. You think you can silently dismantle me and replace me with these fabricated illusions? That’s just wishful thinking.”

…………

Suddenly, Ye Lin became an ordinary person without any power. He held a sharp blade in his hand and pointed it tremblingly at his neck. His neck was exposed to the air, and the rich blood vessels under his skin were faintly visible. The vulnerable area was covered with a layer of goosebumps under the cold air.

He felt a strong urge urging him to stab.

In such a critical location, even if immediate medical attention were available, survival would be virtually impossible.

He had not suffered any major setbacks; it was merely a distortion of his thinking, believing that he had undergone many trials and tribulations and had completely taken control of the power of fate.

If you stab him, his future will come to an abrupt end; if you don't, life goes on.

In that instant, it seemed as if he had all of fate in his own hands, and could loudly mock the powerlessness of destiny.

The most ridiculous thing about taking control of one's destiny is to suddenly sever ties with oneself and then despise the glory that destiny has promised.

You want me to live, to be above all things? I won't!
"Whether to stab or not, fate can explain it as predetermined." It seemed to be the voice of Hiat that came, and a blurry figure took shape, shrouded in distorted light.

"Then, can fate tell me the ending in advance? Will I stab someone in the end, or not?" Ye Lin asked.

"All outcomes, all choices, are contained within the concept of fate," the blurry figure replied calmly.

Ye Lin moved, suddenly thrusting the dagger in his hand towards the blurry figure, and asked:
Does this possibility also apply?

The blurry figure suddenly shattered, turning into countless particles of light, and Hiat's figure also appeared in the distorted light and shadow.

Ye Lin said coldly, "I don't deny that the upper limit of fate is extremely high, but fate has a key that locks it in. It is born from destiny, which means that you cannot survive alone. You must have someone to depend on."

"If you develop a clear sense of self, it means you possess life, and you will also lose your place in destiny."

Therefore, in the final test of fate, destiny strongly suggests that he should sever his dependence on fate through suicide and thus win the test.

Ye Lin chose to eliminate the power of destiny directly.

With Ye Lin's help and her talent, which was highly compatible with the power of destiny, Xia Te's process of finding herself went smoothly.

She sorted out all the issues arising from their swapped fates during this period, regained control of her "rebellious" destiny, and her beautiful, ruby-like eyes held an indescribable depth.

If her relationship with the power of destiny used to be one of her dependence on the power of destiny, using it to become a god and make wishes... now it's reversed; destiny has chosen her to be its dependent.

Hiat informed her that, much like what Lord Remy had guessed, her power of destiny had undergone further evolution, with a mysterious and unpredictable flow of power. However, she needed to enter a special state first, and the specific details still needed to be carefully sorted out.

On the other side, Sirocco slowly opened her eyes, her aura becoming somewhat stronger, and she also had some good gains.

"Hey, come and drink this bowl of nourishing soup."

Sirocco also participated, using various rare ingredients to brew a potion that had an effect on even the gods.

"You...didn't put anything weird in it, did you?" Xia Te held the bowl and used a white porcelain spoon to gently stir the soup.

"No, if I wanted to, I would just let you... take it orally." Ye Lin gazed longingly at the young lady's rosy and alluring lips, the sheen of them as she lightly sucked on the porcelain spoon possessing a captivating charm.

“鯮…”

Hiat glanced at him, ignored his advances, turned halfway around, and continued eating. After a while, she asked curiously:

"Why didn't Lord Remy kill you?"

She naturally also has memories of this period, which she shares with Remy.

"We were perfectly fine, why did she kill me?" Ye Lin feigned innocence, but his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the young lady who held the reins of destiny knew the truth?

Hiat turned back, returned the empty bowl and spoon to him, and said with a look of utter helplessness, as if he were an idiot:
"Did you shoot your brain out with you?"

Immediately, Hia explained to him in detail that, firstly, Irena and Xiaoyu, who did not know at the beginning that their fates had been switched, behaved normally, as their powers would automatically fill in the gaps in their understanding of the different images of "Hia" and "Remi".

If they are not told that this happened, they will never know that their perception has been changed.

But Ye Lin was completely different. He was there when she and Remy were about to exchange fates. At that time, their fates had not yet been exchanged. He actually knew that they would exchange fates and identities and change other people's perceptions.

Even if his perceptions are altered during the time his fates are swapped, his perceptions formed before that time will not be affected.

In other words, Ye Lin should know that the object of his constant demands during this period, that beautifully curvaceous body, is Remy.

After their fates were reversed, he should have known the truth about this perfectly well.

Correspondingly, Remy must also know everything, as she knows that Ye Lin has memories of what happened before their fates were exchanged.

That's why Shea was curious as to why Remy hadn't killed him.

(End of this chapter)