How Did You Get Here?
Really!
Cheng Shi watched the crowd with great interest, and when he saw that there was a Historian in the unexpected group, he almost burst out laughing.
I think... I've figured out Destiny a little?
Would you consider this taking Predestination the predetermined Destiny?
From this perspective, my belief in being the Fated can finally be considered legitimate!
Cheng Shi laughed, but Da Yi next to him looked completely bewildered.
"My lord... these people..."
"Aren't you curious about how they got here?" Cheng Shi asked with a smile.
Da Yi paused, thinking to himself, "Of course I'm curious! I'm waiting for you to answer my question. But judging from your words, it seems you don't know either?"
He frowned as if deep in thought, then suddenly realized and said, "My lord, could it be that they... have interfered again?"
Cheng Shi raised an eyebrow, wishing he could applaud Da Yi!
What does it mean to be perceptive?
This is the most comfortable superior-subordinate relationship. As a leader, you don't have to think about anything. With just a glance, someone will pave the way for you and even place stepping stones under your feet.
Cheng Shi suppressed a laugh and said, "That's right, I can feel the fluctuations of [Nothingness]. The wheel of [Destiny] has begun to turn. It seems that it has won the game against [time]."
In this Trials, there was probably one lucky one who received the favor of Destiny, but now, that luck belongs to us.
Of course, you don't need to understand these deeper things. Go and bring back that clever fellow who hid in the crowd. I'll ask him myself what exactly happened.
Da Yi was puzzled, but he nodded emphatically and left to carry out the order. After he left, Cheng Shi handed a letter to Qu Yan, who was still standing motionless in the crowd. "Hide and follow them."
Qu Yan was perfect in every way except for not being able to be the straight man for the Lord Foolish Play. He nodded quietly and nimbly blended into the crowd.
The scene was chaotic, with screams and shouts all the time, but to Da Yi it was all so normal. After all, there was an Emissary of "chaos" on the field. It would be strange if there was no chaos where He was.
In the midst of this chaos, many people were calling upon the Divine Envoy, hoping that this Divine Envoy who had brought forgiveness to Rosna would intervene and eliminate these World Destroyers had intruded.
But they seem to have forgotten that from the very beginning, the Rosna Empire had already separated itself from the Decay and was no longer under His protection.
When the panicked crowd saw the Divine Envoy quietly depart from the center of the square, Despair spread even faster.
Fortunately, heroes exist in every terrible era. In the square, there were still many Rosna citizens who were willing to stand up and protect the city. They gathered together, shouting the slogans of the army. Even though they had no weapons, they bravely formed a human wall and surrounded the three remaining World Destroyers.
Upon seeing this, the three players ran away in fright.
Of course, what scared them away was not this disorganized group of NPCs, but the "Divine Envoy" who had quietly disappeared, and the high-scoring Assassin hidden in the crowd.
"Did you hear that? They're calling that black-robed Divine Envoy!"
He is a messenger of Decay, or even Emissary!
I knew their Trials wouldn't be so easy. We already exploited a huge loophole in the Experiment. Now, it won't be that simple. Our goal is to survive!
Stop overthinking it.
The bespectacled fat man was very pragmatic. He led the two men in a frantic escape, rushing into a maze of alleys. Seeing that there were no pursuers behind them, he braced himself on his knees and gasped for breath.
The tall, thin man was also exhausted. Leaning against the wall, his heart pounding, he wiped away cold sweat and said:
"Or let's go back. It's too dangerous here. I need to avoid these 'Xi Guang Tie Ci' and come here secretly next time."
The only female player paused for a moment upon hearing this, her eyes filled with exhaustion, and said:
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Leaving aside whether we can go back, or what we would do if we did, even if we weren't poisoned by that Plague Cardinal, could we survive the aftermath of the Grand Marshal's confrontation with him?
Or are you confident you can evade the Acrobat's pursuit?
That was a top-tier match, Cui Hong! With just you, a Singer, plus Brother Bao, a Hunter, and me, a Priest, there was no chance of survival!
The tall, thin man hesitated for a moment, but he still managed to say, "It's dangerous here too. Besides, they can't keep fighting forever. What if they leave..."
"Stop talking. At least that Xi Guang Tie Ci didn't chase after us, which means he was just protecting his food. As long as we retreat far away, our safety should still be guaranteed."
But that "Gift of Scars"... sigh, don't even think about it. Just being able to see it is a blessing for both of us.
The tall, thin man wanted to say something more, but after thinking about it, he sighed and remained silent.
The female Priest, however, pursed her lips, tugged at her clothes to cover her exposed skin, and said in a rather wistful tone:
"Even if we took it, what good would it do? Who says that the so-called 'Gift of Scars' is necessarily a good thing?"
"You don't understand," the tall, thin man gritted his teeth and said, "The Daggers is secondary; the main thing is the soul of the Emissary inside! Whoever gets that thing, as long as they please the Emissary inside, might just find themselves facing a great opportunity!"
The female Priest froze, tugged at her hood, and muttered under her breath, "What if it's a major crisis?"
"..." At this point, the tall, thin man didn't even want to argue anymore. He looked helplessly at his teammate in front of him and said with disdain, "Since you're not interested in this Daggers, why did you get matched with us, Nangong!"
"I..." Nangong's eyes narrowed, and he lowered his head without speaking.
The scene finally An Jing down. Seeing that the two had stopped arguing, the bespectacled fat man coughed twice and began to lead the way. He didn't know where they were, but he knew that they should get as far away from the square as possible. So, relying on a Hunter's instinct, he led the two towards the outer perimeter. As for the other teammate who was left behind in the square, the three of them tacitly did not mention him.
After they left, Qu Yan gradually emerged from another alley. He had heard every word of their conversation, frowned thoughtfully, and then silently continued to follow them.
Meanwhile, on the other side...
Da Yi quickly caught the Doom Herald who had blended into the crowd. This [Annihilation] Singer didn't even notice Da Yi before he was knocked unconscious with a single chop and carried back to Cheng Shi like a chicken.
At this moment, Cheng Shi was in the room where the First Prince was hiding. His widow and children had long since disappeared. When he saw Da Yi bringing the man over, he smiled and used the cold tip of his Scalpel to wake up the unfortunate fellow.
Doom Herald felt intense pain and suddenly opened his eyes. Before he could scream, another iron spike was pressed against his throat. He knew the "rules" and immediately shut his mouth, but cold sweat dripped down his forehead like raindrops, and his bright red lips were pressed together until they turned pale.
"Very good, listening to advice is the first step towards friendly cooperation."
Now I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer. Don't try to lie; I can smell a lie.
If you answer incorrectly, you'll probably have to meet your colleague again in that the Great One's hall.
Cheng Shi smiled and took two steps back, looking at the Doom Herald in front of him, whose body was stiff and tense, and asked his first question.
"How did you get here? I mean, how did you come to the Rosna Empire in this era?"
The man, enduring the pain, shakily opened his mouth.
"The teleportation array... We returned here by deconstructing the spacetime connections of the teleportation array!"