I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 2 Weaving Destiny
As you have guessed, the young man in front of Heilang, named Xia, is a time traveler.

Xiaya felt that this was probably a big joke God made for him.

He prayed to God all day to get rich, but the only response to him was his Huabei repayment reminder.

He jokingly called out every day to lay flat, lay down, moisten, and reopen, all of which were realized for him.

And it's so moist.

From Hei Lang's mouth, Xia probably had a clearer understanding of this world, and he should have traveled to a parallel time and space.

Part of the history here coincides with that of the earth. For example, the Roman Empire existed, but there are certain differences, because Rome died a few years later.

The land map of the world has also become much larger. The American continent and the Eurasian continent are connected by land, and the area of ​​​​the Atlantic Ocean should be much smaller.

Also because of the connection between the American continent and the Eurasian continent, this land was colonized earlier.

The Britannian Empire was established on the American continent by foreign colonists. It was almost the size of [-] Tongliao, and should include most of North America.

But according to him, this is not the largest empire in the country, and there is a more powerful country.

As for the period, it was probably at the beginning of the first industrial revolution, but it was several decades earlier than the earth, probably at the beginning of the eighteenth century.

Xia Ya silently nodded, and said to Hei Lang.

"Thank you for telling me this."

"It's a great honor." Hei Lang said.

"Tell me about it." Xia Ya quietly watched Hei Lang, "Your story."

Hei Lang raised his head, his excitement was unspeakable, he calmed down a little, and began to talk about the reason why he came to Xia Ya.

Xiaya was actually mentally prepared after hearing Hei Lang talk about the background of this era.

In history, the period of the first industrial revolution can be regarded as a relatively dark period, second only to the Middle Ages.

The Middle Ages had just passed, the oppression of the nobility had not disappeared, and a new oppressive class had emerged.

The nobles hold a large amount of land, and the land transformed into factories will only be the land of a small number of farmers.

These lands have been transformed into factories, and the discharged sewage pollutes the fields, and the air full of harmful substances erodes the health of farmers.

Peasants who lost their land could only become factory workers.

But in this era, there are no labor protection laws, and various workers' rights and trade unions. They have become victims of the era, doing the most tiring work and earning the least wages, but they cannot even maintain their basic livelihood.

However, to Xia's surprise, this man was not a worker, but the son of a factory owner. The profits made by his factory aroused the prying eyes of the local nobles.

The nobleman mobilized the army to raid his family's factory on trumped-up charges, killed his parents, and arrested his sister, while he escaped because he was studying abroad.

"So...you want me to help you...revenge?" Xia Ya said calmly.

Hei Lang buried his head very low, and he gritted his teeth.

"I would give anything for it."

Shaar lowered his head and stared at him, his thoughts were flowing, and after a while, he said, "I can help you."

Heilang raised his head, his eyes showing hope.

And Shaar continued.

"However, you need to make a choice."

"Choose?" Hei Lang frowned.

"You want to take a little longer to achieve your goal, but in the future you will not only have huge wealth, but also have the power and status that everyone respects and fears.

It still takes a shorter time, but maybe I will have to remain anonymous and live under a mask for the rest of my life. "

"I choose the latter!" Hei Lang said without hesitation.

Xia Ya raised his eyebrows in surprise, "This is not a good choice."

"My sister is still in his hands!" Hei Lang said with firm eyes.

Shaar nodded, "Family is indeed very important."

He looked at Hei Lang, then slowly raised his hand and murmured softly.

"Then. Just accept the fate I gave you."

His voice was deep and magnetic, and Hei Lang felt like a majestic judge, sitting on a high seat, adjudicating his fate.

The faint radiance escaped from his hand and entered Heilang's body.

Hei Lang's pupils shrank slightly, and he felt that there were many more memories in his mind. The mysterious wizard in front of him became his teacher, and taught him a lot of knowledge, such as stealth, assassination, and climbing. He also became very strong.

He stood where he was, with a little trance in his eyes, struggling between falsehood and reality.

"You wait here for a while." Shaar withdrew his hand and went upstairs. After about a few hours, he came down, holding a hooded dress and an exquisitely crafted weapon.

"When you put on this dress and the hood, it will reduce your presence in the crowd. As for the weapon, you should know how to use it."

Hei Lang nodded, and then solemnly took the two things.

"Now, get out of here." Shaar said, "Fate will guide you."

Hei Lang was silent for a moment and said, "What price do I have to pay?"

"All the gifts of fate have been secretly priced." Xia Ya sat on the chair in front of the fire again, facing the flames, "Your price has already been paid..."

Hei Lang frowned suspiciously, but he still nodded.

"I understand."

After finishing speaking, Hei Lang walked down the stairs, and then, Shaar's voice came from behind him.

"Turn the doorknob."

Although he didn't know what it meant, Hei Lang obeyed his words and turned the doorknob. With the sound of a jingle, the four-color wheel hanging on the door turned to yellow.

Then, he slowly opened the door.

Everything in front of him made his pupils shrink slightly.

It is no longer a hopeless snowfield, but a peaceful city street.

It seems that there has just been a light rain, and the whole city is shrouded in a layer of mist. The water stains soaked in the uneven bluestone brick roads are shimmering under the kerosene street lamps.

People on the street are in a hurry, coming and going.

"This is the imperial capital!?" Hei Lang murmured absently.

Although he has already prepared some mentally for the abilities of wizards, this kind of mighty power that spans hundreds of kilometers in the blink of an eye still makes him hard to calm down for a long time
"pat~"

The sound of the door closing automatically brought him back to reality.

He looked back at the gate, then at the familiar street.

He took a deep breath, although he didn't know what the so-called guidance of fate was.

But at this moment, he has more confidence in his heart.

Thinking, he started walking towards the end of the street again, and finally disappeared in the mist
"So this is the imperial capital?"

Xia quietly looked at the bustling city through the window, and murmured softly.

The imperial capital naturally refers to the capital where the emperor is located, that is, the capital of a country.

The place he was in when he first came to this world was the snowfield that Hei Lang walked through.

Different from Hei Lang's preparation in advance, at that time, he had almost nothing, no equipment, even wearing short sleeves, so the result is naturally predictable.

However, just when he was about to become a new ice sculpture on the snow field, he met a person.

The man said "this is the choice of fate", and then asked what he wanted.

Xiaya's consciousness at that time was already very blurred, and he could only make a wish based on what he wanted the most in his heart.

He said he wanted a warm place, a fire by the fire.

Then, he got the castle.

Xiaya quietly watched the burning flames in front of him, and his thoughts also went back to the past as the flames burned, which was almost a day ago.

When I entered the castle for the first time.
"You can call me Destiny."

It was still inside the castle, but at this moment, it was not Shaar who was sitting in front of the hearth, but an old man. He was bent over, wearing a robe, and his back was facing Shaar.

"Fate?" Shaar frowned.

"Do you believe in the existence of fate?" the old man named fate asked.

Xiaya thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps, in this world, there are some people who are destined to enjoy the glory and wealth, while some people struggle all their lives, and maybe they can only live in a small corner.

In this world, there are indeed things that are destined to be born and cannot be changed by human beings. "

"Interesting answer."

The old man murmured softly, the corners of his mouth seemed to curl slightly, "What cannot be changed is called a fixed number, and on the contrary, what can be changed is called a variable.

Destiny is fate, variable is luck, and the combination of the two can be called destiny. "

"You are not from this world."

The old man continued, "There are variables in your body, but there is no definite number, which means that you do not exist in the fate line of this world.

You have no source. "

Xiaya was silent for a moment and said, "Do you know why I came to this world?"

The old man shook his head, "The most wonderful thing about fate is its uncertainty. It chose you."

After a pause, he said, "From now on, this place belongs to you, and it can take you out of this snowy field."

Shaar looked around, feeling a little puzzled.

"Are you familiar with this moving castle?" The old man said calmly, "This is my creation based on what you think is the warmest house in your heart."

Now, Char finally remembered why this house is so familiar. He came from an anime movie that Char had watched in the past, called "Howl's Moving Castle".

"So, what's the price?" Shaar asked, he never felt that there was any free lunch in this world.

The old man turned his head, his face was full of signs of age, the wrinkled skin drooped on his face, but his eyes were bright and wise.

"I want you to take my place."

Shaar frowned, "What position?"

"A long time ago, people called me the Weaver of Destiny."

"Does fate still need to be weaved?" Xia Ya asked with some doubts.

The old man smiled, he raised his hand, and a light spot was shot into Shaar's mind.

In an instant, Shaar's pupils shrank a little.

His perspective is expanding at an astonishing speed, space and time, and finally expanded to an extremely vast perspective.

He saw a giant tree, which started from the distant past and extended infinitely to the future, with fixed numbers and variables intertwined into branches. This is a tree of destiny and a tree of time.

Xia saw the fate of many people, and saw the passage of time on the tree of fate.

He suddenly realized.

From a physical point of view, the universe has no concept of time, or in other words, it does not need time at all.

The universe is composed of countless elementary particles, and the manifestation of time in human cognition is the movement and entropy increase of elementary particles.

It's just that human beings can't explain the passing of things and aging, so they have given the concept of time, formed today's world view, and extended the past, present, and future three time views.

The same is true of destiny, the concept of destiny is born in life.

The variables and definite numbers of countless lives are intertwined and converged into the tree of fate.

So if life dies, fate loses its meaning of existence
Although fate has no consciousness, it has the instinct to continue.

It requires the existence of the weaver to ensure the continuation of destiny, in other words, to ensure the continuation of life.

But the weaver is not the savior, but is responsible for weaving the savior's destiny.

(End of this chapter)