Su Chenghe saw a world bathed in seven-colored light. Shancai Avenue was still the same Shancai Avenue, except Li Guanqi was missing.
He had originally thought it would only mean one person disappearing, not a change in his own location.
Yet when he focused his gaze, he suddenly realized that this Fate seemed drastically different from the last one.
Everything around him had fallen into a strange stillness, as though the seven colors that represented Nightmare had, in an instant, become rainbow light illuminating the human heart.
Withered, shriveled leaves floated in midair, carrying an unusual kind of beauty.
Even the piercingly cold wind against his body had become as delicate as a gentle caress.
Everything he saw was beautiful, and everything he heard was pleasing.
Standing within it, the tension born from racing between life and death was gradually kneaded away by an invisible hand. The vigilance he had cultivated over so long was slowly fading as well, and both body and mind entered a naturally relaxed comfort zone.
The despair in Su Chenghe's eyes slowly settled, but he immediately raised his head again, his face filled with terror.
He had experienced it firsthand. He had seen with his own eyes how Fate "killed" people. He had truly felt this sensation before.
It simply had not reached this extent back then.
Because he had been an observer at the time, the effect on him had not been strong enough. But now, he had nearly lost the reason a clerk relied on to survive, even feeling the urge to lose himself in it.
This was terrifying. The only explanation was that this time, he too had become someone personally experiencing Fate!
Su Chenghe's mind was in turmoil. Panic surfaced on his slashed face as he hurriedly took the step he