Above Destiny

Chapter 766 Past Events (Thanks to Legendary Orange Cat for the Silver Alliance)
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The memory abruptly ended, and Ji Jue raised his head to look at the administrator, whose face had long since become blurred by the passage of time, and examined him carefully.

Unfortunately, nothing can be seen.

Bustaman was stunned. He never imagined that his lifelong dream would come from a casual conversation he hadn't paid attention to in an art gallery one afternoon.

He even began to doubt himself.

"Could it be...could I be remembering wrong?" Bustaman asked stiffly. "It's possible that my memory is confused, so many years have passed..."

"Perhaps the details may differ, but your obsession did indeed begin from this."

Yan Chang's figure appeared. "Human memory is unstable and too easily changed and embellished. However, among all the vague memories, only this one is so clear."

He stopped opposite Theseus, on the other side of the gallery, in front of another ancient oil painting, and looked up at it: "If Theseus's memory is wrong, how do you explain this painting?"

Bustaman stiffly turned around and looked behind him.

Right opposite [Theseus] is another ancient collection.

A counterfeit.

The colors of pitch black and scarlet are overwhelming.

Finally, he realized that the only two clear key points in his own hazy memories were things that even he himself subconsciously avoided and was unwilling to recall.

The subconscious resistance and rejection are so clear in my memory now.

On the screen, a ferocious giant opens its blood-red maw and swallows the headless corpse in its hand... But why is there such terror in the eyes of such a cruel and ferocious giant?

Beneath the painting, the bronze plaque shines brightly in my memory.

[The God of Agriculture Eats His Son]

"In ancient legends, Saturn, the god of agriculture, killed his father and seized the throne of the gods, but was ultimately cursed by his father, who would bring him to the same fate as his father, being killed by his own children..."

Yan Chang sighed softly, stroking the sign: "And so, from then on, the God of Agriculture was filled with worry and fear day and night. In order to avoid the prophecy, he went completely mad and did not hesitate to swallow his own child as well."

Isn't this also an inescapable curse and prophecy for the Chopra family?

"I……"

Bustaman's voice gradually became dry and stiff.

He looked around blankly.

The initial realization and the initial nightmare stand in opposition to each other.

Insight guides the way, nightmares reveal the destination.

Perhaps for Bustaman at that time, it was just a casual stroll, an insignificant way to kill time in the afternoon.

Even he himself thought he had forgotten.

Little did they know that from that moment on, the seeds of ambition and fear had already been sown in their hearts.

After leaving behind his memories, Bustaman fell into silence.

For an ambitious person, failure is acceptable, falling into the abyss is acceptable, being incompetent or stupid is acceptable, but the only thing they cannot accept is that their life's hard work and toil are nothing more than a puppet dancing in vain in the palm of someone else's hand.

The gallery was destroyed in an accident decades ago.

According to the records, the gallery manager worked for the Chopra family his whole life. When the gallery was burned down, he was also burned and died of illness a few years later.

He left no descendants.

“However, the location of the grave is still in the records.” Minkler was flipping through the records in the main chapel of the house when he turned back and asked, “Should we dig up the grave to verify it?”

"No need."

Ji Jue shook his head: "You shouldn't do anything unnecessary either."

If the other party were prepared, they would probably sense it the moment the grave was dug up and immediately notice Ji Jue's actions.

Moreover, if the other party were prepared, how could they not have prepared a flawless skeleton?

The answer will not be found in the grave.

Or perhaps Ji Jue is simply overthinking things.

After all, people aren't spherical chickens that grow up in a vacuum jar. A person is the sum of all their social relationships and themselves. Living in the world, it's inevitable to be influenced by others, even for someone like Ji Jue.

What if the administrator meant well, and Bustaman himself went astray?

You've committed so many evil deeds, how can you blame someone else's painting for being too good?
After all, throughout the entire recollection, he didn't do anything superfluous; he simply performed his duty by providing explanations.

Is it really just such a coincidence?
When a teenager is most confused, the subtle guidance sows the seeds of hope.

By skillfully guiding the flow and adding fuel to the fire, he effortlessly delivered this inspiration to Bustaman at the perfect moment, leading to his sudden realization. And how exactly did you acquire all those ancient books and secret texts needed for the subsequent developments?
Was it all just a series of unfortunate coincidences?
Among such a vast collection, the quality varies greatly, some extremely bad, others truly excellent, and many are unique. Yet, how could you possibly find them all? How could you possibly do that?
Even the cheap, low-quality items used to make up the numbers can somehow contribute to the transformation of the household gods.

Is it really just a coincidence?
Ji Jue fell into deep thought, gazing at the crystallization of memories in his hand.

If all of this was done intentionally, then it makes sense. Perhaps from the moment Minkler grabbed his leg, he became a thorn in the side of the person behind the scenes.

Such a profound and long-term scheme, hidden behind the scenes, subtly propelled Bustaman forward along the predetermined path...

If it was truly intentional, then it's possible that not only Bustaman, but all of his siblings were affected.

Unfortunately, Bustaman had killed all his brothers and sisters, so there was nowhere to find evidence.

If it weren't for Ji Jue, no, if it weren't for the accident, Bustaman would still be running wildly down this path until he completely completes the transformation of the household god.

What truly caused this plan to go awry, even to its premature collapse...

On the contrary, it was Bogio who had already died in the belly of the household god!

A bottle of red wine poisoned his own father, forcing Bustaman to plan ahead and, in order to muddy the waters, drag Minkler, who was like a mascot, into the mire.

Ultimately, by a twist of fate, Ji Jue was dragged into this conflict.

If that's the case, then that would be truly tragic.

Ji Jue couldn't help but laugh.

It's possible that the entire Xiangzhou region, the entire Chopra family, and even their household gods, are the result of that colleague's secret cultivation over countless years.

Now, however, Ji Jue has taken it into his pocket and changed it beyond recognition.

Just like the island of Luo was to the usurper, so many years of painstaking planning were ultimately reaped by an outsider craftsman...

……and many more!
Ji Juexing was startled and alarmed.

He involuntarily straightened up and gripped the handrail tightly: Is it really such a coincidence?
First Xiangzhou, then Luodao. One is backed by Wulou Temple, and the other is backed by a usurper. The only two landmines in the seven cities, have they stepped on both?

Even if I've always had bad luck, it shouldn't be this outrageous, right?
Or……

Of the remaining five, do they all still have their own formidable skills?!
Imagine what would have happened if it weren't for me, if Ji Jue hadn't interfered, during this blizzard season when all transportation was cut off and the city of Qicheng was completely turned into Lonely Manor.
After Minkler died without a proper burial, Bogio became the head of the family, and Chopra fell into the control of the Temple of No Leaks.

As the Sukarno family gradually expanded, the tyrants behind them secretly watched, waiting for the day when they could completely seize control of the entire island of Ro...

After the fierce winds have passed, what will become of the seven cities left behind in the endless sea?
It's hard to imagine, and there's no need to imagine it anymore.

At that moment, he raised his head and looked at the huge screen in front of him, where the seven city-states on the endless sea shimmered with light on the massive nautical chart.

It was as if he had finally looked up from the chessboard and caught a glimpse of the figure hiding in the shadows on the other side.

I couldn't help but laugh silently.

finally found you!
"Now that things have come to this, the hidden dangers on Ro Island must be addressed."

In the council chamber of Pucheng, in a secluded room isolated from all electronic devices, the representatives from all sides gathered with solemn and gloomy expressions.

The first to speak was the old woman from Macheng, who no longer had her usual warm and dignified demeanor. She sneered, "That guy surnamed Ji is so ambitious that he's not even going to put on an act anymore. Even if you all have a desire to live a peaceful life in a corner of the world, he might not give you the chance."

"Grandma, you're mistaken. We're all family; what hurdle can't we overcome?" Yamen Zhizhu sighed slightly. "I think there must be some misunderstanding. It's best to talk it out; why make things so tense?"

In an instant, the eyes of the other attendees all turned to look at him, their indifference, mockery, or contempt undisguised.

Who doesn't know what you're up to? You're just scared of Ji Jue and don't dare to step forward. You're just putting on an act here. If you really had the chance, you'd probably be the one rushing in faster than anyone else.

As for Ma Cheng's wife, she was no better.

Her current impassioned demeanor is simply because Luo Island and Ma City are the closest, and Ji Jue will most likely target her first after he's finished sharpening his knife. Right now, she's frantically looking for someone to take the fall and become a scapegoat.

They didn't mention at all who got the most and made the most money from those shady businesses and market share that Luo Island gave away back then.

"That statement is actually not without merit."

Garisto sighed calmly: "I prefer a peaceful resolution. We're all family, there's no need to make things ugly."

This remark amused everyone, including the old woman—this was an even more serious old dog, who was now just barking.

As the initiator of the anti-Ji Jue alliance in the past, he is now the first to back down.

Some things become clear once you understand them.

Just like Dancheng, once they gave up vying for the position of leader, looking back, the life of a local tycoon wasn't so bad, was it?
Anyway, he has the Imperial Sacred Tree as his backer, so no matter how domineering Ji Jue is, he won't break ties with the Sacred Tree family.

If the master has face, then he, the dog, can naturally land safely.

Of all the people here, he's the only one who can talk so casually without any real concern—since he can just lie down and everything else dies without him being affected, what's there to be afraid of?
A disgraceful thing!
(End of this chapter)