Chapter 503: Grinning Widely
Chapter 503: Grinning Widely
Western Suburbs No. 2 High School?
A school?!
“The school’s our shelter. No experts there who can handle Fate… And Fate can’t be killed.”
Wang Feng sighed. There was a time when he’d been just as naive.
But his generation had tried every method, only to face hopeless results. Fate’s core was evil god radiation – meaning Fate lasts as long as those gods exist! That’s what truly crushed Wang Feng’s spirit.
Few knew this secret. The world kept turning regardless.
“Why not call the police? More people fighting beats going solo, right?”
Wang Xiaokai found them too withdrawn. When death’s more likely than survival, why not seek national help? What’s there to lose when your life’s at stake?
“We wore out the emergency lines. If that worked, would I be waiting to die here?”
The bald man snapped. If not trapped, he’d ignore rookies like Wang Xiaokai. Newcomers never grasped Fate’s true horror.
“Fate warps reality. We don’t know how, but years of study gave us rough ideas.”
Wang Feng stayed patient.
“Those evil gods wield power beyond our understanding. They twist human destinies. Like they say – don’t chase what fate denies.”
It’s like coded game logic. No quest marker means no quest.
Same with ordinary people. Even if we exposed Fate on TV, nobody’d care. Others don’t have “Fate” in their life scripts. It’s like demanding goods from a quest-giving NPC – they’d just ignore you.
“So this disaster’s my destined fate?”
Wang Xiaokai slumped. His future looked bleak – unfinished mortgage, undecorated home, no wife yet…
“Stop moping. Follow me and you might last three years!”
“And if luck’s bad?”
Wang Xiaokai’s face soured further.
Wang Feng stayed calm.
With Fateful Death roaming inside, discovery could come any moment. Such was their despairing reality.
“Brother Wang, I’m Wang Xiaokai. We share the surname.”
Adulthood kicked in. After brief despair, he switched to networking mode.
“Bald guy’s Long San. Woman’s Black Cat.”
Wang Feng tossed out names, not caring about authenticity. With tomorrow uncertain, who bothered?
“Brother Long, Sister Hei, I…”
Before he finished, noises came through the glass wall behind the window.
Creak!
Creak…
Once again, the sound of a blade scraping against walls echoed, mixed with the midday crash of falling objects. This noise perfectly matched the thud of the woman’s fatal collapse in the corridor earlier.
The monster had killed again!
Even late at night, such a massive building would contain many people. Not everyone enjoyed Wang Xiaokai’s luck.
Gulp!
Wang Xiaokai swallowed nervously. Despite the freezing altitude, sweat beaded on his forehead.
The noise grew closer.
Last time it came from the 27th floor. Now it originated from the 26th – the very floor where Wang Xiaokai’s group hid behind billboards after climbing through windows. They’d assumed safety, yet the monster now prowled their level.
“Move!”
Wang Feng shed his usual laziness, grabbing a glass cutter.
He carved a human-sized circle into the wall and rolled through. Long San and Black Cat followed. Without tools, Wang Xiaokai’s legs shook so badly he nearly plummeted until he grabbed the billboard’s steel frame.
Peering back at the 26th-floor office, he found emptiness again. But this time, he glimpsed an ink-black shadow.
Ink person?
Trembling flooded Wang Xiaokai’s limbs with sudden courage. His frail body moved as nimbly as Wang Feng’s as he tumbled through the freshly cut portal.
“Here.”
Inside, Wang Xiaokai found the trio crouched behind a metal cabinet. Wang Feng hissed warnings, fearing any movement might activate hidden dangers.
“Stop babysitting this…”
Bald Long San’s retort froze mid-sentence as a crimson hand clamped his shoulder. Icy pressure crushed him like mountain stone. Invisible to others, glowing characters materialized on his scalp:
Mediocre Fate.
The Fateful Death entity revealed its true nature. Blade-like fingers slashed through “Mediocre,” shattering it into a glowing “DEATH.”
Though Wang Feng’s group assumed this was Fateful Death’s work, they underestimated the peril. This blood-hued monster bore twin Fates.
Deadly Fateful Death!
“My… Fate?”
Long San’s bulging eyes strained to see his attacker.
Thud!
His corpse collapsed, vitality draining at visible speed.
“RUN!”
Veteran Wang Feng smashed through blinds without hesitation. Black Cat followed, her skills matching his despite her silence.
Wang Xiaokai barely processed events – everything happened between heartbeats.
“Screw this!”
Seeing the escapees and Long San’s corpse, Wang Xiaokai’s legs failed. Not cowardice, but impossibility trapped him.
Thud-thud!
The Fate entity turned from Long San’s corpse, drifting toward Wang Xiaokai. How it detected life remained unclear, but its attention locked on him.
At the doorway.
Just as Wang Xiaokai surrendered hope, the ink person he’d glimpsed earlier entered. Empty eye sockets observed the scene.
Then, as terror gripped Wang Xiaokai…
The ink creature
smiled.