Fickle Fate

This time, six people took part in the operation: Didida, Baozi, pp Boss, Classmate Zhang, Umbrella Bro, and Sis Ji.

Umbrella Bro was a special case. He had been controlled by that "Loom" and could only provide guidance remotely, unable to participate directly.

Of those five people, four had died, leaving only one—

"@Sis Ji, Sis Ji?"

"Where is Sis Ji?"

"Sis Ji, are you still alive?"

"Something's not right. I can see that she's still online."

After quite some time, Sis Ji, whom everyone had been calling for, finally came online.

"Stop wailing, stop wailing. I'm still here." Sis Ji

"You didn't die? That makes no sense! How did you survive? Weren't you at the center of the explosion?" Baozi wailed in envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"Something unexpected happened?"

"I think I can sense you." Umbrella Bro, who had been lurking silently, suddenly spoke up.

"Sense her? Could there be something going on between you two!?" pp Boss instinctively started shipping them.

"Bah! I've always aspired to sleep with three thousand handsome men. How could I give up an entire forest for one tree? A cool, cold-blooded killer like Umbrella Bro... Yes, he's exactly my type. @Rainy Night Wields a Blade Without an Umbrella, how about we get together?"

"Stop fooling around! Get to the point, the point!" Baozi was so anxious he nearly stamped his feet.

"Fine. Let me sort this out. Didn't I weave Umbrella Bro's name according to his instructions? Once I started weaving, I couldn't stop at all. It was as if I had become completely connected to that 'Loom.' After I finished weaving the name, I felt a powerful sensation of being devoured. I almost disappeared completely."

"Sorry, I didn't foresee that. I owe you a second favor." Rainy Night Wields a Blade Without