Weaver of Fate!

"Not dead?"

The Siren scrambled to its feet dazedly. It looked at its hands, its back covered in scales, but its palms were still human flesh.

Unlike the scales of the 002 Deep One, the Siren's scales were shiny, reflecting a blue-purple light.

It tried to stand, but its fish tail behind it couldn't support it, forcing it to crawl on the ground.

A fish tail?

As if remembering something, the Siren suddenly looked at Chen Ye. He had somehow pulled over a chair and was lounging with his legs crossed, observing it.

"Even if it's a failure, I can't just leave it be. Let's study your abilities properly and see if you can stand up."

Hearing this, the Siren tried to get up, but no matter what, it couldn't stand.

Seeing this, Chen Ye shook his head. He was about to make a move, but just then, a burst of heat vaporized from the Siren's body.

Thick white smoke rose, and as it dissipated, the Siren had surprisingly returned to its human form.

What is this?

The Siren seemed as confused as Chen Ye. It looked at its hands, then at its legs.

"I changed back?"

"I just... imagined legs, and I changed back."

Hmm...

This is easier to control than the 002 Deep One.

It feels like I can draw some blood from 007 Siren and give it to 002. Perhaps then I can develop a fully controllable Fishman serum.

Well, this time wasn't a complete failure after all.

"Stand up."

As Chen Ye spoke, the Siren stood up without question.

Her body moved on its own...

"Who... who exactly are you?"

The Siren suddenly felt the man before it become incredibly tall, his shadow enveloping it like a mountain.

So frightening...

Hearing this, Chen Ye's eyes flashed beneath his mask, his pupils instantly splitting into eighteen.

"Do you believe in fate?"

"I..."

The girl's heart pounded as she looked at Chen Ye's split pupils.

Because of the mask, she couldn't see Chen Ye's face.

And precisely because of this, she felt fear.

She didn't know if the face behind the mask was human. Looking at the split pupils, the Siren could only imagine the face of a monster.

The unknown is terrifying.

"...I do."

Chen Ye waved his hand, pulling out a thread. "But sometimes, there is no such thing as fate in this world. If a person can decide another person's life or death, whose fate is that?"

"Is it the fate of the dead, or the fate of the one who bestows death? If it's the fate of the dead, then whose hands does the fate of the one who bestows death rest in?"

"From this, it can be seen that what most people call fate is merely the result of human actions."

"But sometimes, I feel that fate truly exists in this world."

"Is our meeting a coincidence? I don't think so. Like this thread, although you can't see it, it connects us invisibly."

With that, Chen Ye flicked his finger, and the Siren's arm suddenly lifted.

But the Siren didn't move; it had lost control of its body at that moment.

This action undoubtedly deepened the Siren's fear.

"Although I don't know whose control my fate is in, I know that your fate is now under my control."

"Of course, it's not just you. I control the fate of many people. Because of my appearance, their lives have taken a sharp turn, leading them down a completely different path."

"Or they try to follow the rules and return to their original path, only to find themselves on a monster's path, unable to turn back."

"So, to them, I am the Weaver of Fate."

Chen Ye retracted the thread, and the Siren regained control of its body.

It tried to understand Chen Ye's words, but under the influence of fear, it only grasped one sentence.

I am fate.

The Siren calmed itself and thought further down this line.

Strictly speaking, if its original fate was to fall and die today, then Chen Ye's appearance had changed its destiny.

The original her was already dead. Chen Ye had forcefully torn open a new path at the end of her fate and led her down it.

From that moment on, Chen Ye became her destiny.

Or perhaps, her fate had been manipulated by Chen Ye from the very beginning.

From losing her voice to attempting suicide, from falling to the bottom to being reborn from death, none of it was a coincidence.

It was all orchestrated by that Lord.

Weaving fate, changing fate, deciding fate—is this the Weaver of Fate?

Thinking this, Siren suddenly felt like a puppet.

Long before she was aware, her strings had already been pulled, dragging her onto the stage.

Of course, there were definitely more than just her on this stage.

They were all puppets on the stage, and the one pulling the strings, she didn't need to think to understand, could only be Chen Ye.

Seeing the girl's solemn and reverent expression, Chen Ye raised an eyebrow.

She couldn't have misunderstood something, could she?

Ah well, whatever.

Siren suddenly bowed, "May I ask, where does fate point me next?"

"Wherever you please."

Wherever I please?

Chen Ye's reply was indeed casual, but Siren thought this "wherever you please" couldn't possibly be meant literally.

Could it be!

Siren's eyes suddenly lit up. She finally realized!

Her voice had actually returned!

Didn't "wherever you please" mean she could go back to being a singer?

This must be a gift from fate!

"But remember, don't let anyone know your secret."

"Also, after you've adapted to your new body, write me a report every day, detailing the changes and abilities you experience."

Since she wasn't the primary target, Chen Ye was too lazy to observe her himself.

He'd let 007 observe herself.

"Yes."

After receiving Siren's reply, Chen Ye took a step forward and instantly vanished before her.

If you want to know how he disappeared, have you seen Spider-Man?

Next, Chen Ye intended to continue exploring. He might even find a few more experimental subjects.

Reagent No. 1 failed, so he had to try Reagent No. 2. If that also failed, he'd just have to go back and remake it.

After Chen Ye left, Siren returned upstairs alone.

On the way, she found an orange cat in the hallway. She knew this cat; it belonged to her next-door neighbor.

Siren usually fed it ham, and today she was in a good mood, planning to pet the orange cat as usual.

But when the orange cat saw her, it immediately bristled!

It bared its claws and began to let out fierce growls, no longer its usual docile self.

Siren was scratched by its claws and stood there stunned for a moment.

What she didn't know was that from the orange cat's perspective, she no longer looked human.

She appeared as a monster covered in tentacles and sticky fluid.

Afterward, hearing the commotion, the neighbor from next door hurried out.

Seeing Siren scratched, the neighbor quickly apologized and then directly scooped up the orange cat. But even as it was being carried away, the orange cat still bared its teeth and glared at Siren.

"It seems... some things have indeed changed."