Although Lin Qiye had yet to fully digest the information about his abilities, based on the concepts he currently understood, he seemed capable of manipulating the Fruit of Predestination to alter certain facts that had already occurred.
For instance, the three fatal wounds Chaos had inflicted upon him—one sword through the heart, one splitting his body apart, and one beheading him—had each been transferred through the power of the Fruit of Predestination onto the crow and the thick wall. The former had taken the sword through the heart for him, while the latter had blocked the sword that would have severed his head.
Lin Qiye could clearly sense that transferring damage was merely a small part of the Fruit of Predestination's abilities. Yet he still had not fully digested the information regarding these two powers, and he needed more time to explore them.
After transferring two fatal wounds in succession, Lin Qiye lowered his head to look at his chest. A savage sword scar stretched from his collarbone all the way to the side of his lower back, nearly cleaving his entire body in two. Just as he was about to use the Fruit of Predestination to transfer this injury, his hand suddenly froze in midair.
After hesitating for a moment, he withdrew his power and did not erase the wound.
After being trapped and nearly killed by Chaos twice in a row, Lin Qiye's heart was already filled with rage. He never wanted to experience that feeling of humiliation and helplessness a third time... But Chaos's ability to toy with people's hearts was impossible to guard against. He had to remain vigilant of everything happening around him at all times.
The little boy had already made it clear that he would not save him again. If he died next