Chosen One

The thick fog over Black Snow Mountain was blown away by the wind, revealing two faces staring into each other's four eyes.

The "Traveler," pierced through by a spear and nailed to the stone wall, slowly raised his head. His face had long since been weathered by frost and snow. By all reason, it should no longer have been capable of showing any expression, yet that withered, decaying face still revealed a trace of complex emotion.

The Traveler looked at Gu Shen. Though he remained silent and said nothing,

his expression seemed to say,

"Why is it you again?"

He looked Gu Shen over... If the number of curses this young man had carried before was "one," then now it was probably "fifty."

Gu Shen smiled. "Looks like I guessed right. The special ability to disperse source matter must have come from a Throne of God in the Old World. The Sky Sheath Curse and the Traveler Fire Seed share some kind of inevitable causal connection. As long as I'm struck by the Sky Sheath, I can reach the dream realm where you are."

He stood and looked at the towering snow mountain.

"This time, don't rush to detoxify me."

Gu Shen said calmly, "I won't 'die' anytime soon. I want to talk with you a little longer."

"..."

The Grave Fiend imprisoned within the Traveler's body looked resentful.

He wanted to talk with Gu Shen longer too.

But this body was like a set of shackles, binding him tightly and leaving him unable to move. Even lifting a finger took tremendous effort, let alone making a sound. That first sentence he had spoken seemed to have been nothing more than a "coincidence."

If this were a play,

then he was the one being forced to perform.

Yet strangely enough...