FATE: Target of Grand Master

Xia Yan felt as if he were in a state between dreaming and waking, and his consciousness had traveled to an extremely distant place.

The inhabitants there all had unique features: there were elves with pointed ears and beautiful faces, short and stout dwarves with thick beards, and orcs with beast-like faces and burly bodies.

"Self" is the least distinctive and lowest-status human being in the area, born to be inferior to any other race.

"XX, remember, we humans are the most lowly and weakest race. Never go out and cause trouble, or we can't protect you," said the person who seemed to be "his" parent.

"Self" has always adhered to the principle of not causing trouble and grew up in an area that was designated as a place where human activity was allowed.

However, simply giving in will not bring any good results.

"My" childhood friend, who was exceptionally talented in painting and had delicate features, was taken away one day by a group of soldiers in armor and never returned.

According to the most well-informed person in the "self" area, the boy was originally quite lucky. He was taken in by a lady of another race and raised in her territory. He spent his days painting portraits of the lady and landscapes of her territory.

But the good times didn't last long. The lady seemed to have encountered an extremely difficult debt, and she handed over her territory and everything on it, including the boy.

Because the lady lavished praise on the boy's skills, the boy was eventually bought by a higher-ranking gentleman.

But the old man didn't need the boy to paint; instead, he made fun of him by tying the boy's feet together and making him paint while hanging upside down.

Even so, the poor boy still had a glimmer of hope.

But the men thought that wasn't interesting enough, so they placed the drawing board at a distance that the boy couldn't reach by his arm, but could touch if he shook the rope.

In order to complete the painting, the boy had to keep swaying his body, which not only accelerated the consumption of his physical strength, but also greatly increased the pressure on his heart and lungs.

Meanwhile, the onlookers enjoyed a sumptuous meal, sang songs, and watched the scene with great delight.

The result was predictable: the boy's body gave way before the painting was finished, and he passed away in great pain.

And everyone in the painting has a genuine, joyful smile on their face.

Even though the painting was still one step away from completion, the gentlemen present couldn't help but admire its exquisite beauty.

The magistrate made a last-minute decision to auction the painting on the spot, which was met with enthusiastic applause from the gentlemen present.

In the end, the lord made a fortune from the painting, while the artist, the boy, had long since been lost to his men.

After hearing about his companion's fate, "he" felt very depressed and upset. He wanted to do something, but he didn't know what he could do.

Days passed by one by one.

Every now and then, a few familiar people around "oneself" would disappear, but the remaining people ignored them and continued to live numbly and humbly.

Until that day.

Flames burned continuously in "his" house and the surrounding area. Most of the humans in the vicinity were killed by the soldiers who suddenly broke in, and only a few were still desperately trying to escape.

"My own" parents pulled me towards the edge of the residential area, but found that there was no way to escape. So, they hid me in a very well-hidden pit under a long-collapsed shed, telling me not to come out until it was completely quiet outside.

"I" did as instructed.

Close your eyes and cover your ears, and try your best not to imagine what is happening outside.

Enduring the torment of hunger and thirst, "self" hid in the pit for a whole day before finally succumbing to the temptation of the rain outside and crawling out of the pit.

It tilted its head back, opened its mouth, and ignored the collapsed houses and fallen corpses around it, greedily craving the nourishment of the rain.

Suddenly, a hand gripped "oneself" firmly on the shoulder, and "oneself" shuddered as boundless fear surged into the heart.

Xia Yan suddenly opened his eyes and realized it was already 10 a.m. the next day.

Morgan was no longer on the bed beside him, and what surprised Xia Yan even more was that Morgan hadn't pulled him up for special training.

After getting up and washing up, Xia Yan discovered that not only Morgan, but even Cú Chulainn was nowhere to be found. Could it be that the two of them went to the Minor Singularity for training?

Thinking about it carefully, the two of them might actually do it, so Xia Yan teleported into the training micro-singularity.

As soon as Xia Yan entered, he saw Chang Wei beating Lai Fu—no, Morgan was bombarding Cú Chulainn.

Countless black spears formed a wall of guns behind Cú Chulainn as he desperately fled.

"Hey, Morgan, didn't we agree to stop here? You're clearly trying to kill me!" Cú Chulainn complained as he fled for his life.

"If it weren't for me in the last dungeon, you wouldn't have been able to protect your Master at all, so I'm going to give you special training, and also make sure you don't have the energy to keep Xia Yan playing games at night."

"Your last sentence is probably the truth!"

Cú Chulainn had just finished complaining when, without paying attention, he ran into a dead end and was subsequently skewered by countless black bullets.

"Ah, Lancer is dead again!"

Xia Yan blurted it out.

Upon seeing Xia Yan arrive, Morgan ended his attack and slowly drifted towards Xia Yan's direction.

However, Cú Chulainn arrived before her.

Having experienced 200 deaths in an hour, he clung to Xia Yan's leg and complained, "Master, if you don't come soon, this woman is really going to kill me."

Xia Yan could roughly guess what had happened.

Morgan must still be holding a grudge against Cú Chulainn, whom he played games with last night, when he woke up this morning. So he tricked Dog into coming to the Micro Singularity for a sparring match, but in reality, he was taking his anger out on Cú Chulainn.

Poor Cú Chulainn, under Morgan's venting attack, received the double experience card that Xia Yan had received during his first special training. Of course, Cú Chulainn's combat continuation also contributed to this; he could have died quickly, but instead, he had to take an extra hit every time.

It seems that although his luck has been raised to D, the "curse" of luck E is still lingering on him.

Xia Yan patted Cú Chulainn on the shoulder to comfort him, but didn't say anything more.

Normally it's fine, but once Morgan gets really angry, he, as her Master, can only go along with it.

Fortunately, Morgan seemed to have vented his anger. He walked over to Xia Yan, said "I'm hungry," and left the micro-singularity.

As Morgan's personal chef, Xia Yan had no choice but to return to the safe house and start cooking.

After dinner, Xia Yan rounded it up and used 40 Master Points to exchange for 8 Magic Loops, increasing his total number of Magic Loops to 30.

Subsequently, special training was initiated during the interval between trials.

Cú Chulainn's position was finally restored to that of a sparring partner, and he provided Xia Yan with corresponding guidance as instructed by Morgan.