Chapter 505: Bald Long San
Chapter 505: Bald Long San
This handful of sand was Wang Feng’s final trump card, obtained by capturing an unfortunate Fate during an “Extend Life” ritual and converting it into sand through the school’s rules. More effective than his previous Mahjong tiles, the scattered sand instantly banished the pursuing black cat. Veterans like him never truly reached their limits—they always kept an ace up their sleeve.
“Huff!”
Wang Feng exhaled roughly. Unlike panicked newcomers, he remained seated to recover. This area, freshly sprinkled with school-converted sand, should’ve been safest.
“So the legendary Fate Replacement does exist.”
He soon found the entry in his Fate book.
“Guess I’m the last one standing.”
Exhausted from multiple near-death encounters, he meant to rest briefly when overwhelming drowsiness struck.
Lazy Fate? A dual Fate!
Disaster!
Wang Feng fought to stay alert, but his lowered guard left him vulnerable. The third assault came unexpectedly, relentless sleepiness crushing his final resistance…
Twenty-sixth floor.
Wang Xiaokai gaped at the resurrected bald Long San.
The terrifying Fateful Death that had cornered Wang Feng’s group now dangled limply in this man’s grip like a kitten. Bloodied limbs twitched as knife-like fingers scraped Long San’s scalp with sizzling sounds—the Fate’s attempt to alter his destiny. But the real Long San was dead. This reborn version housed Zuo Meng, an entity holding a creator’s rank equivalent to an evil god’s true form.
A mere Pollutant trying to alter an evil god’s fate? Sheer madness.
After brief struggling, an annoyed Zuo Meng dragged the Fate to the window and tossed it out like trash. Though hazardous to hurl objects from heights, this Fate couldn’t affect ordinary people—being struck would feel no different than standing in a building’s shadow.
With Fateful Death disposed of, Zuo Meng turned to uncovering this third world’s secrets. Lacking leads, he’d trail Wang Feng’s group.
“Luck’s on your side, kid.”
Having absorbed Long San’s memories, Zuo Meng recognized Wang Xiaokai.
“You… really are Brother Long?”
Wang Xiaokai shuddered, recalling the ink person merging with Long San’s body.
“Obviously. Try remembering harder.”
Zuo Meng made Long San’s gleaming scalp crease into a crescent smile.
“But… wait. What was I saying?”
As Wang Xiaokai tried recalling, the memory vanished unnaturally. An invisible hand erased all traces of the ink person, leaving only post-crisis relief.
“Brother Long! Let’s flee before that monster returns! We must find Old Man Wang!”
Wang Xiaokai’s revised memory showed them surviving by hiding from a wandering Fateful Death.
“Move. He’ll sleep himself to death otherwise.”
Zuo Meng’s awareness had already registered Wang Feng’s predicament. Unlike ordinary Fate Pollutants, his evil god avatar could revive the man—if needed, he’d simply rewrite Wang Feng’s Fate.
“The elevator?!”
Wang Xiaokai blurted after following Zuo Meng.
Hadn’t horror movies taught anything? Elevators meant suicide. No veteran used them during Fate chases—too risky if malicious Fates boarded with you.
“Hmm, I checked earlier. The elevator works fine, no problems.”
Zuo Meng walked to the elevator and pressed the down button.
Was that really the main issue here?
Wang Xiaokai wanted to yell, but as a total rookie, his survival depended on veteran ‘Long San’. He swallowed his words and stammered,
“L-Long Ge… maybe we should take the stairs? Good for exercise…”
“Old bones don’t move so easily.”
The elevator doors opened with a ding. Zuo Meng stepped in first. Wang Xiaokai hesitated, eyeing the pitch-black hallway behind them. With a shiver, he scrambled into the elevator after Zuo Meng.
“We’ll find Wang Feng first, then return to school together.”
Controlling the school would let them search outward systematically. Wandering alone like fools would waste precious time.
Ding!
The elevator descended smoothly.
Wang Xiaokai exhaled in relief and trailed after Long San. After tonight’s horrors, ordinary life was gone forever – he’d need to cling to stronger allies. Though Long San had despised him as deadweight before, surviving that near-death experience changed everything.
Only shared brushes with mortality earned real trust, Wang Xiaokai realized.
He never guessed the Long San he knew had already died hours ago.
BANG!
Zuo Meng kicked open the storage room door like he owned the place. Wang Xiaokai jumped at the sudden violence, shocked by Long San’s abrupt shift from cautious to reckless.
“Long San?”
Inside, the black cat was performing chest compressions on Wang Feng.
“Black Jie!”
Wang Xiaokai relaxed slightly seeing another survivor.
“Enough games. I’m taking him.” Zuo Meng stared at the black cat. “Objections?”
He recognized this Fate-bound creature immediately. Normally he’d indulge its hide-and-seek antics, but not tonight. Freshly arrived in this world, he needed the school’s resources to hunt the ‘Truth’. Wang Xiaokai didn’t know the location, but Long San’s memories contained passive summoning traces – which meant keeping Wang Feng alive. For now.
“Your will shines like celestial bodies.”
Meeting Zuo Meng’s gaze, the black cat glimpsed galaxies swirling in his eyes – a fragment of the star realm itself!
Understanding his true nature, the evil god’s Pollutant immediately retreated. With a respectful bow, its form melted like candle wax until nothing remained.
“Black… what the actual hell?!”
Wang Xiaokai’s attempt at small talk died as the woman liquefied before him. This defied every law of physics!
“Carry him. We’re leaving.”
Zuo Meng turned toward the elevator without looking back.
Me?
Wang Xiaokai froze, then lunged to hoist Wang Feng onto his back. Survival meant proving useful. He hurried after Long San, the elevator doors closing behind them…