Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 631 The cycle of fate

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"Anderson Hood?"

Leonard whispered the name and felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.

He looked at Anderson in front of him warily, and felt that he looked a little strange. He had been in Utopia for so long that he was familiar with almost everyone here, including this outstanding painter who appeared in the square almost every day. Is Anderson's full name Anderson Hood? Although I have never asked him, this name is very familiar. Where did I hear it?

The painter Mr. Anderson is a mute, but Mr. Anderson on the opposite side seems to be shocked by the reality that he cannot speak, and keeps trying to communicate by writing - he was originally good at expressing short sentences with concise sign language.

In a flash, an idea suddenly occurred to Leonard.

"Anderson Hood! Isn't that the name of a famous explorer on the sea? If the church's files and speculations are correct, he has a title among pirates called 'The First Adventurer Below Demigod'. He must be Sequence 5, and a very strong one at that."

A powerful Sequence 5, after disappearing for more than half a year, suddenly appeared in Utopia?
That's not right. The painter is usually very kind. His hands don't have calluses and scars from long-term battles, and he doesn't have extraordinary powers... Wait, in the mysterious world, a name is also a special spell. Looking at him like this, could it be that the spirit of "Anderson Hood" suddenly appeared in Mr. Painter's body? ... Well, the dislocation of the spirit doesn't seem so difficult to deal with.

"Put your hands up! It is forbidden to use extraordinary abilities!"

In order to prevent this "adventurer" from doing anything that might harm others, Leonard treated him as he would a wild Beyonder.

Anderson looked at him in surprise, then raised one hand and wrote quickly on the drawing board with the other:

This is where?

"This is Utopia," Leonard added, "a small city in Feysac." He summoned the spirit that had contracted with him. He did not dare to take it lightly when dealing with a Beyonder who was "the best under demigod," even if he had Pales as a backup.

"Put down your pen and follow me to the Church of Fools."

Anderson caught a word, his expression became more surprised, and then he became a little happy, and he quickly wrote another line:

I know your church, I know Daniz Dubois! I even helped him!
Daniz Dubois? Who? Leonard shook his head:

"I don't know you. Raise your hands and follow me."

……

Will also looked at the river of destiny, and he also saw the abstract key woven from light rising from the river.

But before he had time to carefully feel the direction and opportunity of his destiny, he suddenly felt that a force stronger than he could imagine had suddenly intervened in the space he had constructed.

Then, the maze that originally existed here was dissolved inch by inch by external forces, and the figure of Ouroboros appeared not far away. The silver-white river of fate flowed from nowhere, circling around the feet of Him and Ouroboros, forming an "infinity" sign and then connecting end to end, flowing continuously.

Did Ouroboros get help from Klein? This was Will's first thought.

Because the meaning of the symbol in front of him was obvious - Will and Ouroboros happened to be standing on two empty spaces in this sign that looked like a horizontal "8", plus the River of Destiny connected end to end. If this didn't mean that Sequence 0 of the "Destiny" path was about to appear, then Will could declare that he didn't understand "Destiny" at all.

wrong!

He didn't understand why Ouroboros, who was a little behind him, suddenly ascended to the sky. It seemed that Klein didn't project his power to help him, nor did he take sides - otherwise why would he give him information? Just when Will was puzzled, He suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a faint ring behind Ouroboros. In the darkness, only a pale ring emitted a faint light.

A huge pale halo appeared behind Ouroboros, and his divinity at this moment made his competitors marvel.

Will was stunned at first, then he understood the situation a little bit and couldn't help but said loudly:
"You are crazy!"

"The worst that can happen in a fight between us is the loss of Sequence One, but not death!"

"But if you do this - you are sacrificing your own existence! No matter what, if the fate of becoming Sequence 0 does not belong to you or me, then we should not force it! Have you not realized the consequences of forcing fate in all these years?"

“Stop it, Ouroboros! If you attract the Outer Gods, even Klein might not be able to—”

Ouroboros looked at Will Criss as if he were a fool. Although He knew that this old rival might sincerely hope that He would not be idle and seek death, He still rolled his eyes calmly:
"What do you know."

Will suddenly felt that his kindness had been in vain, and his heart felt like there were more than ten volcanoes burning in it.

“Can’t you speak properly?” Will wanted to retort, but he felt that his inspiration was limited and he couldn’t come up with any powerful words to counterattack. After all, He usually just used “stupid snake” or “dumb snake” to mock Ouroboros.

But in the final analysis, the inability to catch him doesn’t mean that Ouroboros is really stupid. Will himself knows that he can escape again and again only because he took advantage of the loophole that “the angel of destiny has no childhood”, and his legs were also entangled. When he met Dr. Allen, his situation was already very dangerous. After all, it is well known that when snakes devour large prey, they start from the feet.

Ouroboros looked at Him, and suddenly he had a rare faint desire to talk.

"Going with the flow is the correct ritual for becoming a god. We did not choose this path, but this path chose us." He looked at the gray sky in the world of consciousness. His waist-length silver hair was blown by the invisible wind, like the only ray of light. "Will Chris, among all the twenty-two paths on this planet, only 'Destiny' gives people a different feeling."

"You should know that we hardly need to act, and we don't need to actively look for materials and opportunities to hold ceremonies."

Will couldn't help but speak:
"I know what you mean."

"But luck is our authority. Just like the sunlight, lightning, spirits, manipulation, divination and control of others in other paths, it is the foundation and core of our path..."

Ouroboros interrupted him and said, "Yes."

We believe in "destiny's choice".

As long as you are lucky enough to be promoted, then there will be opportunities for characteristics and rituals that will come to you. If you are destined not to be promoted, then no matter how hard you try it will be useless, and you will die at the doorstep of someone who wants to be promoted and has better luck.

It’s like I’m obviously stronger than you, and I’ve obviously caught you, but I still need to use some little games to decide who has the fate.

"Have you ever wondered why we call ourselves the 'fate' path, but we can't control the fate of others? We can't kill someone directly, but have to rely on bad luck to indirectly influence it. We also can't control our own fate. If we want to get anything, we have to pay a price to fate. In this way, it's more appropriate to call it the 'luck' path rather than the 'fate' path."

Will looked at Ouroboros in disbelief.

It was hard for him to imagine that this angel, who looked cold from the outside to the inside, could actually say so many words at once and have so many thoughts in his mind.

"…Because we are forcing something that is not allowed. If I want to eat chocolate ice cream, but the family only makes strawberry, then if I want chocolate ice cream, I have to tell the chef, or wait, or pay to buy it outside."

Will spoke, becoming somewhat discouraged:
"Although we cannot directly influence it, we can also burn our own luck as a bargaining chip - well, it seems that you are right, and calling it the 'luck' path does seem to be more appropriate." He sat in the stroller, scratching his head, not quite understanding why Ouroboros said this.

But now is obviously not the time to discuss the philosophy of path. Will glanced at the "Probability Dice" that fell to the ground not far away.

He found that the uniqueness was also in a strange state. Although it fell to the ground, it was frozen in the spinning motion. A small ring was placed on the top of the "probability dice". It turned out that it was not frozen, but was constantly spinning at high speed, with no side facing up!
“You should give up borrowing the power of the Outer Gods.” Will couldn’t help but say, “This is too dangerous. What they want…”

Ouroboros still ignored Will's words:

"It happens to be what I have, and I'm still worried that it's not enough."

Will's breath hitched and his brows furrowed slightly.

Ouroboros looked like he had gone completely insane. He had even brought in the Outer Gods in order to secure the position of Sequence 0, and had turned a friendly match where anyone who lost would save their life into a duel where they had to kill themselves to win. The current conversation made Will feel that his mental state wasn't good either.

He secretly prepared himself, intending to consume a large amount of "good luck" at one time and directly take away the "Dice of Probability".

In other words, this was also His opportunity.

Ouroboros chose to seek help from the power of the Outer Gods, which was actually equivalent to being out of the game! He could have used this symbol of "becoming a god" belonging to the other party to achieve his own goal of accommodating uniqueness!

Without any warning, Will took action immediately!
But the next moment, his vision suddenly spun around, and he fell heavily into a dark chaos. He struggled to break through the darkness around him, and was shocked to find that he had just emerged from an eggshell, and there was no sun in the sky, only a pale ring.

Just when Will was stunned for a moment, another egg next to him suddenly broke open, and a featherless chick suddenly broke out of the shell. As soon as it came out, this brother immediately showed its extremely unfriendly side - it rushed up, grabbed Will's neck tightly before he came to his senses, and dragged him out of the shell using its hands and feet, and desperately dragged him to the edge of the nest, wanting to push him down and kill him!
Ouroboros!

Will suddenly realized what was going on. Although he didn't understand what was happening, he knew that he must not let the other party succeed.

The two newly hatched chicks wrestled with each other, and even though Ouroboros tried his best to drag him to the edge of the nest, Will finally grabbed the other's claws and rolled into a ball and fell down together.

His vision was spinning again. Will had experience now, and although he didn't know what had happened, as soon as his vision stabilized, he pounced over immediately, grabbed the only piece of meat in his sight and tried to escape.

However, before he could run far, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hind legs. Ouroboros bit him tightly, making him unable to move. Will struggled to shake off the other and ate the meat, but he did not last long in the blood loss and severe pain, and died a little earlier than the hungry Ouroboros.

Another weird "restart", they turned into unborn shark embryos.

Among several embryos, only one can be born by eating the other brothers and sisters. After a desperate fight, both of them are bitten all over by each other, and their blood dyes the amniotic fluid in the mother's body red, but there is still no winner.

……

They turned into two snakes of the same size, and after trying to devour each other in vain, one bit off the other's trachea, and the other strangled the other's body before dying.

……

After countless "restarts", they became twins in their mother's womb and tried their best to kill each other.

At this point, the nature of competition has changed. The premise of "keeping oneself alive" is to "kill the other party", and such behavior directly leads to the death of both of them. No matter what the circumstances, whether they become animals, plants or microorganisms, they are constantly fighting for something from each other, as if this is the "only purpose" written by some malicious bystander.

What kind of fate is this?
"Do you think this will work?!"

Will pulled at the umbilical cord that was tightened around his neck and tried to breathe with difficulty, but his face had already turned purple.

In the fight and oppression just now, Ouroboros's heart was attacked, the embryo ruptured, and the heart inside gradually stopped beating. He stared at Will, his black eyes that had not yet grown eyelids were particularly scary, and his mouth barely moved twice:
"Do you remember the way back?"

what?
Before Will could react, the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck suddenly disappeared, and he returned to his last reincarnation, becoming two trees standing side by side with Ouroboros. They should have been competing for nutrients in this barren land, but at this moment, the tree that symbolized Ouroboros shrank rapidly, as if time had gone backwards, from a big tree to a small sapling, and finally to a seed.

Will was horrified. He quickly followed the other party's actions to restart himself, but he was already a step too late.

He chased Ouroboros to the previous reincarnation, but as soon as he returned, he found that Ouroboros had disappeared.

He traced back one by one, but soon lost his way and forgot what he was this time.

At the same time, Ouroboros, who had been well prepared, traveled back to one reincarnation after another at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, he returned to the beginning of the first reincarnation. He appeared in the bird's nest and broke out of the shell, while the bird's egg symbolizing Will showed no reaction.

He struggled to crawl over and used his forelimbs to push the unhatched eggs out of the nest.

Snapped!
The tiny egg made a soft sound of being smashed, and in an instant, the world in front of Ouroboros returned to normal, but Will's eyes were still dull, his consciousness had not yet returned to his body, and he stared blankly at the sky above the stroller.

Ouroboros strode forward, crossed the river of fate at the intersection between the two of them, and picked up the "Dice of Probability" that was spinning on the ground.

The moment it was picked up, the white halo above the "Probability Dice" suddenly tightened, locking the dice on a number.

Six o'clock!

In an instant, the river of fate began to boil, and countless water droplets splashed in the river, each of which reflected a scene from Ouroboros’ past. There was a scene when He was still a weak demigod, following the ancient sun god; there was a scene when He was restarted and was born in the home of a poor but pious couple, but his parents were killed by extraordinary creatures before He grew up, leaving only His swaddling clothes at home; there was a scene when He was silently painting in heaven, and Medici and young Amon running by His side were also frozen into a painting.

Countless pictures, countless water drops splashing up.

At the moment when the "Dice of Probability" disappeared in the palm of Ouroboros' hand, the water droplets belonging to Ouroboros' "past" flew up together, flew backwards, and fell into the darkness in the center of the pale halo behind him.

From now on, He has no past.

TBC
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At this moment, Will also came back to his senses, and Ouroboros was already in front of him.

Ouroboros looked at Him quietly.

"Restart it yourself," He said, "...I promised Klein that I would not kill you."

Will smiled:
"Then I wish you good luck too."

(End of this chapter)