Wizard Immortal

Chapter 330 The Fate Chaser

In the empty and quiet place, a voice came from behind.

Hearing the sound, Adir turned around and saw a figure appear behind him, silently watching him.

It was an old man dressed in a black robe. His face looked frighteningly old, with loose skin covered in red calluses from which festering blood continuously flowed, making him look extremely terrifying.

He stood there quietly, devoid of any sign of life, except for his eyes, which seemed somewhat lively, calm and full of spirit, carrying a sense of vicissitude and antiquity.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the person in front of him, Adir frowned and asked in return.

He sensed an unusual aura emanating from the old man before him.

Besides his manner of appearance and demeanor, the aura emanating from the old man also caught his attention.

It was an extremely strong aura of decay, not physical, but like decay emanating from the very essence of the soul, giving him an extremely awkward feeling.

"You shouldn't be here."

Looking at Adir before him, the old man spoke, his eyes remaining calm: "In the scene I saw, you were not present."

As he spoke, a scene began to appear before his eyes.

Amidst the ruins, several figures walked among them.

There were also six figures, and Adir was very familiar with each of them.

"Rida, Andak..." Looking at the six figures, Adir remained expressionless and quietly read out their names.

These six people were exactly the same six people who came here this time. However, unlike them, judging from their aura, the Andak appearing in this scene should be the real Andak, not this imposter.

The thought flashed through my mind, and the next moment, the scene before my eyes began to change.

Another scene begins to appear, in which a huge monster with three heads appears, roaring to the sky on the plain.

At the monster's feet, the corpses of Andak and his five companions lay silently on the ground, leaving only Rida, who struggled to run away into the distance. His left arm was gone, and his wound looked bloody.

"This is..." Adir's expression hardened as he looked at the scene.

"This is a future scene that originally occurred." The old man's voice rang out from ahead.

He looked at Adir before him, his eyes calm: "I see no power of fate in you."

"You are not accepted by the wheel of fate in this world, yet you are not affected by it."

Looking at Adir, the old man spoke, seemingly very interested in Adir's current state.

Standing opposite him, listening to his words, Adir's heart grew increasingly heavy: "The Wheel of Fate? What is that?"

"The Wheel of Fortune is the unification of the world's destiny. All life born in this world exists within the Wheel of Fortune of this world."

Looking at Adir, the old man quietly explained to him: "As for beings from another world like you, since you were never part of the destiny of this world, we cannot see your presence in it."

Hearing the old man's words, Adir frowned inwardly, his right hand unconsciously reaching for the long sword at his waist.

"Don't be so nervous."

Seeing Adir's actions, the old man smiled, a grim smile appearing on his ugly, aged face: "Entering different worlds is rare, but for some powerful worlds and races, it's nothing special."

"In my thousands of years of life, in different worlds, I have seen at least dozens of otherworldly creatures."

He looked at Adir with some regret and said, "Unfortunately, most of these people did not have a good ending; they basically all died from the World Poison."

"The Poison of the World?" Upon hearing this somewhat unfamiliar term, Adir promptly asked in return.

"This is the world's backlash," the old man explained. "When you sneak into a world, the world's instincts begin to backfire. The world's power seeps into the depths of your soul, slowly affecting you."

"You can think of this as a case of not adapting to a new environment, but the consequences are much more serious than that."

At this point, he smiled and pointed to his aged and ugly face: "My current appearance is the backlash caused by the poison of the world, which has gradually turned me into what I am now."

"That's why you've caught my attention."

He looked at Adir and said with interest, "Your essence is very special. Although your soul level is not high, you seem to be able to shield yourself from the erosion of the world's power. Even though you are following behind a chosen one, you are still able to live a lively life until now, and you even seem to be perfectly fine."

"This is something even I wouldn't dare to do."

"Child of Destiny." Upon hearing this word, Adir was taken aback, recalling the scene he had witnessed earlier.

In the previous scene, there were four figures, one of whom resembled Alina.

"Yes, that's the little girl."

Seemingly understanding what Adir was thinking, the old man said, "Don't underestimate her just because she's easy to fool; she's a genuine chosen one."

"Have you heard of the protagonist template? This is it." He said, then seemed to remember something and patted his head: "I forgot you're a newbie, you probably haven't encountered this kind of thing before."

"You can think of this as the protagonist in an epic novel. No matter how low her starting point or how humble her origin, she will eventually walk onto the world stage and make everyone make way for her."

"Of course, this little girl isn't that far off yet. She's just a supporting character at best, not quite a child of the world."

The old man kept muttering to himself, like a chatterbox.

After a while, seeing the somewhat awkward expression on Adir's face, he realized what was happening and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Sorry, sorry, I haven't talked to anyone in a long time, so I couldn't help but talk a bit more."

"You have no idea, in order to stay in this world as long as possible, I try not to talk to anyone, for fear that I might accidentally trigger fluctuations in the world's power and worsen the poison in my body."

"Only in front of a special being like you would I dare to speak like this, without worrying about provoking a backlash from the power of the world."

"Alright, after talking for so long, it's time to get back to business."

The old man's expression turned serious: "Let me introduce myself. I am Chiral, a messenger of destiny."

"Adir." Seeing the other person's appearance, Adir's expression also became more serious, and he introduced himself.

"You have great potential. Would you be interested in becoming a messenger of destiny?"

On the other side, an old man named Chilar looked at Adir and said with a hint of seduction in his eyes: "Once you become a Fate Chaser, I can tell you many things you didn't know before."

"A Fate Chaser, what does that do?" Looking at Chiral's enthusiastic appearance, Adir took a step back without making a sound, and then asked in return.

"As you can see." Seeing Adir's appearance, Chiral didn't mind and just smiled: "We are travelers who walk on the edge of destiny, preying on the children of destiny and aiming at the power of the world, walking through the multiverse."

"The specifics and rules are still too complicated for you right now."

Looking at Adir, Chiral said, "All you need to know is what you can get."

"By becoming a Fate Chaser, you can obtain the Mark of Fate, which can be used to gather the power of the world."

"As for the uses of the power of the world, I don't need to explain that; you will naturally find out in the future."

"What do I need to give in return?" Adir asked, looking at Chiral in front of him.

"I enjoy dealing with intelligent people." With a light snap of his fingers, Chiral smiled. "One thousand World Stones, with a grace period of five hundred years."

"One thousand units of World Stones." Upon hearing this number, Adir subconsciously frowned, somewhat confused about what this quantity represented.

He was completely clueless about the profession of the Fate Chaser. All the information he had was from the other party, and he might be tricked by them if he wasn't careful.

"The so-called World Stone is the condensation of the world's power, and it is what we need to obtain."

On the other side, seeing Adir's reaction, Chiral explained, "Don't be fooled by the number one thousand units. In reality, just to leave the mark of destiny on you, I need to pay one hundred world stones first."

"Moreover, a thousand World Stones may be a lot for others, but it may not be for you."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Your soul is very special. It seems to be able to shield you from the world's perception, allowing you to approach the chosen one of this world without being affected."

"This presents a very good condition. The chosen ones often possess terrifying world power. You only need to exert some influence on them to extract a large amount of world power through the mark of destiny."

At this point, his expression turned somewhat lewd: "Take that little girl next to you for example. If you can keep influencing her, make her fall in love with you, and even eventually marry you and have children, then you can immediately make a fortune. Getting one or two thousand world stones at once is nothing."

"If you can kill her and bring about the premature end of a part of the world's power dynamics, the rewards will be even more astonishing, making you an instant millionaire."

"Of course, unless absolutely necessary, I suggest you don't do it." He added, "The Child of Destiny has a large amount of world power concentrated in him. Once he is killed, the backlash caused by the world power will immediately come, causing terrible consequences."

"I won't go into the details of the consequences, but they are very serious."

Having said that, he looked at Adir and said, "Alright, that's enough of what I have to say."

"So, what's your choice?"

(End of this chapter)