Person Interfering with Fate

"Cough--"

"Cough cough cough!"

In the dead of night, a coughing sound came from the dock in the Purple District.

On the dark sea, countless ships still float, stretching out like a skirt along the brightly lit dock.

On a passenger ship.

The girl in the wheelchair is slowly getting ashore.

She coughed incessantly, her breath weak and feeble, like a fragile petal that could wither at any moment.

But once she reached the shore, her eyes darted to the city before her.

"City of a Thousand Sails".

"I never thought I'd be back one day..."

The girl lowered her head slightly, picked up a notebook, and began to flip through it.

The last words on the page were clearly visible.

After being parasitized, Anthony transformed into a beast. He howled day and night throughout the city, calling out his lover's name, until he was finally killed by the Blue Robe enforcers.

Lina became addicted to the Rainbow Dream Potion. Lost in her infatuation with her lover, she was forever trapped in a dream, until her long lifespan ended and she finally died.

[Human God are two categories; those with feelings can never be attained.]

[——The Curtain Falls——]

Just then, the writing suddenly became blurred.

The text symbolizing the ending for the two also disappeared from the pages one by one.

"Cough--!"

The girl's body trembled, and she coughed up blood from the corner of her mouth.

But she showed no sign of pain; instead, she reached out and grabbed her collar, her cheeks flushed with a feverish red.

"Ah! Yes! That's it!"

"Even if it's just a common emotional tragedy that won't harm you, you can stop it in time!"

"My hero!"

"Linsey, I will definitely prepare the best story for you!"

At this time.

A commotion suddenly broke out in front of a shop by the dock.

"You despicable people! What kind of business is this?"

"You dare sell this painting to a clueless child who brought you five Silver Coin? Do you have no morals at all?!"

"Bitch, I'm ashamed of you!"

A father is yelling and shouting in front of a small art shop.

The child, only five or six years old, huddled in a corner by the shop door. He wasn't crying or terrified; he just stared blankly, bewildered.

His father kicked him, yelling, "You little beast, who gave you the guts to take the family's money out of the house!"

"Say it!"

The child crawled and cried, pleading with his father for mercy as he dodged and weaved.

"I'm sorry, I'll never do it again!"

"But Ailan and the others all bought them, and I... I want some too..."

"Dad, please forgive me!"

Someone nearby couldn't stand it and came over to persuade them, "Alright, alright, just a couple of slaps and that's enough."

"The child is ignorant, just talk to him nicely, it's just a few Silver Coin."

Some people mocked the father, saying, "He'd do this for five Silver Coin; it seems being a father doesn't require any qualifications."

"That's just how it is for poor people."

The father who had been beating the child immediately turned hostile. "What do you mean?"

The two started pushing each other.

What do you want to do?

"Go ahead and try touching me."

A group of people quickly started making a fuss in front of the art shop.

The girl in the wheelchair looked up and a surprised smile appeared on her face.

She put down her notebook, quickly pushed her wheelchair closer, and stood in front of the shouting father, "Sir, it's already evening."

"In order not to disturb everyone—how about this, I'll give you five Silver Coin in my personal capacity. Can you leave now?"

The father's eyes turned cold, and his face flushed red and then pale. "What... what do you mean?"

The girl pulled out another gold coin. "How about one gold coin?"

The father's eyes widened. "Do you think I came here for the money?"

The girl raised the price again:

"10 gold coins".

"..."

The father led his child away, taking the gold coins with him.

The girl in the wheelchair watched the other person intently, as if witnessing a top-tier performance. She followed with great interest, beginning to observe. "Greed, impulsiveness, extravagance..."

"Your love for your child will surely get you back on track, right?"

"..."

Meanwhile, Linsey and Wala Wala had also left the room.

Anthony and Lina's love still requires their own efforts in the future.

Linsey and her husband had little room to maneuver, so they naturally parted ways with the couple.

On the way back to my room.

Linsey stared intently at the text on the Task Bar, her face etched with worry.

"Linsey, what are you thinking about?"

Wala Wala naturally noticed Linsey's state. "Although Anthony and the other person both suffered misfortune, at least they saw each other. Why are you so depressed?"

Linsey shook her head:

"That's not the reason."

"Wala Wala —You know how life's trajectory can be rewritten?"

Wala Wala always brings surprises.

Upon hearing Linsey's description, she had an idea:

"The trajectory of one's life is rewritten—that's Fate Interference!"

"I'm not too sure about the awakened ones in other worlds, but in the Seven Seas Alliance —those writers who create novels or screenplays—they do possess such power."

Linsey frowned and asked, "If you can interfere with other people's fates, wouldn't the world be in chaos?"

"Or rather, have those in high positions exercised strict control over this power?"

Wala Wala shook her head slightly:

"Rewriting your life's script is no joke."

"Even if you pry into other people's lives, you will pay a very high price."

"As for truly rewriting the story—even the most powerful awakened ones would find it difficult to resist the backlash of fate."

Linsey pressed further, "How does this technique work?"

"Are the people affected even aware of it?"

Wala Wala explained, "Changes in fate are almost imperceptible unless a writer specifically compares the changes in your life's script."

"Moreover, this kind of power cannot distort a person's will or thoughts out of thin air."

"They guide people's actions through existing cause-and-effect relationships, thereby achieving the dramatic effects they desire."

Linsey recalled a famous scene from a movie and used it as an example to ask:

Is this a correct understanding?

"For example, a person living a normal life at home would normally spend his day in an ordinary way. But if the writer's influence intervenes, he might slip while cooking, and the knife might slip out of his hand, causing him to fall to the ground. Unable to dodge in time, he might end up being killed by the falling knife."

Wala Wala nodded vigorously:

"That's right, aren't you quite accurate?"

The girl then retorted, "So, Linsey, why are you suddenly asking this?"

"It's impossible that you realized someone had rewritten your destiny!"

Linsey replied in a deep voice:

"As you know, my technique produces some rather messy results."

"I just realized something."

"Anthony and Lina may be involved in something extraordinary—their fates have been rewritten."

Wala Wala's expression turned serious:

"How were their fates rewritten?"

Linsey countered, "If we hadn't intervened, what do you think would have been their fate?"

"..."

Wala Wala did not answer.

But the girl's clenched fists and angry eyes told Linsey that her anger was boiling over!