I have lived my life without regrets!
Though it was still early, Fu Qian strode out of the school gates as if the setting sun were stretching his shadow to infinity.
The gears of fate would turn eventually, on some day that seemed utterly ordinary.
And in the blink of an eye, you would realize you could never go back to who you once were—not even to your name—wait, what was his name now?
His steps, as if accompanied by their own background music, came to an abrupt halt. Fu Qian furrowed his brow as an important question occurred to him.
The note hadn't said who it was for, and he didn't seem to have any kind of business card on him. The mission briefing hadn't mentioned it, either.
To this day, the Warehouse's hustle-and-bustle index hadn't improved much.
But it didn't matter. To become a hunter of the divine, one had to sever ties with the past.
With a snort, Fu Qian looked down at what he was holding.
The brass key, a symbol of fate's summons, gleamed beneath the light.
After quickly figuring out which way to go, he realized he had no idea where the address was.
"Excuse me."
But how could a little setback like this possibly stand in the way of his journey toward the stars and the sea?
Fu Qian snapped out of his Chosen-by-Fate mode in a second and greeted a kindly old woman.
Wasn't it a little far?
Someone with less determination might have lost their enthusiasm halfway through the ride, given up on saving the world, and gone home to catch up on their anime.
Sitting in a less-than-comfortable seat, Fu Qian stared out the window, mentally ticking off the distance he still had to travel.
The old woman was