The Path of the Dog Strikes Again

The key to the problem lies with the Saint King...

According to the divine, the Saint King should exist, but he shouldn't be so kind... so peaceful.

They wouldn't make such a public appearance.

In other words, for some unknown reason, the Saint King doesn't seem to have turned evil... or at least not too evil.

Similarly, the Extinction Formula that should have been activated in accordance with the correct Fate— "The Horn of the Seven Heavenly Thrones"—was not sounded.

This is also a problem for the Saint King.

The Extinction Formula that should have been activated during his childhood seems to have remained unactivated until now, and has even dissipated, returning to the interior of the world.

"The end of the world is coming, and the seven Angel have sounded the horns to announce its demise... Is that so?"

"When the first angel sounded his trumpet, a third of the flowers and grasses were burned; when the second Angel sounded his trumpet, a third of the sea turned to blood, and a third of the animals died."

"The third Angel sounded his trumpet, and the fresh water turned bitter, and could no longer be drunk; the fourth Angel sounded his trumpet, and a third of the sun, moon, and stars were destroyed, and a third of the day Lightless."

"The fifth horn blows, and locusts darken the sky; the sixth, and a third of the population dies; the seventh... and the whole world will belong to the Kingdom of God."

"Well, that's about it?"

As she spoke, Miss Lin gently clenched her hands, gazing at the gloves she was wearing, which resembled a mesh woven from fine rope.

It looks like just an ordinary wool glove with relatively large needle holes.

However, if you look closely, you'll find that... there isn't a single loose thread on the entire glove.

This kind of craftsmanship, if really desired, isn't absolutely impossible to achieve. However, a normal person wouldn't use such a method to make gloves. In response to her words, a woman next to her couldn't help but say, "Aren't you China? You seem quite familiar with our United States mythology."

And the instant this blond, blue-eyed colleague finished speaking.

Both Miss Lin and the man next to her, who appeared to be Europe, couldn't help but ask, "Are you United States?"

"Your United States mythology?"

"..." The United States woman paused awkwardly, then pursed her lips. "I was just saying... How does it feel to become a divine messenger?"

In response to the other party's reply, Miss Lin loosely clenched her hands, her left eye shimmering with iridescent colors like glass. "My only feeling is... it's like I'm half blind, the whole world is blurry."

Although Lin knew that was "how the world should have been," and that he would henceforth become the god's henchman, striving to restore the world to its original state.

But there's a simple problem...

Becoming a divine messenger should be considered a promotion, but why isn't there a raise?

Am I the only one who didn't get a raise, or are none of the three chosen agents of the gods actually receiving one?

However, regardless of the reason, it's highly unlikely that Miss Lin would dare to argue with the gods, much less resign...

She has elderly parents in their sixties to support and an adopted daughter of three or four years old to care for; she doesn't have the courage to quit her job.

Before her parents passed away and before her children came of age, she felt that she could only stay in the organization.

In any case, following a god is always a safe bet.

Of course, if the new boss were to directly recruit her, she could consider switching jobs; this line of work is just too tiring.

It requires traveling extensively abroad.

Fate... It's supposed to be a prestigious job, involving changing Fate and peering into the past and future. But in reality, the monthly salary is only around eight thousand US dollars.

"So, shall we head straight to Britain?"

To the man who was the squad leader's question, Ms. Lin, who had suddenly been promoted to divine messenger, shrugged indifferently. "No rush, let's find a place to play for a bit."

"We'll see... the funds have just been approved."

"..." Although it's not impossible, I always feel that she's become quite lazy after spending these past few years in Wind City.

That's truly astonishing.

Miss Lin knew what her colleagues were thinking. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "You all probably know the answer too..."

Amidst her cryptic words, the surrounding team members all silently nodded.

Yes, everyone knows that.

As human beings, we understand this all too well...

After all, we are modern people now. Even if we work under the gods, we won't easily pledge allegiance or make oaths of loyalty.

No one dared to speak; their "Fate" was perfectly stable. For them, it might be better or worse than their current situation.

Especially that Extinction Formula that "should have been activated".

What the hell are you trying to do!?

Boss, you say you're a god, and it's not bad for us to follow you; there are certainly many benefits. But you say the original trajectory of history involved Extinction Formula.

Oh... isn't this a bit too much?

Although according to the original trajectory of Fate, the Extinction Formula should have been sealed... this is still not their reason to put Fate back on track.

What if something goes wrong, causing the Extinction Formula they triggered to spiral out of control, and Fate to veer in an even more dangerous direction?

What if the Extinction Formula wasn't stopped and the world really did World Destruction?

That's really scary, boss Lachesis.

"..." With this tacit understanding, these henchmen of the gods began to use the funds given by the gods to eat, drink, and be merry.

If the gods could speak, they would surely find it increasingly difficult to deceive people these days.

But...

Perhaps they wouldn't care.

After all, Fate is something that might have been predetermined from the very beginning, and the actions of these people...

Perhaps it was all part of Fate's calculations from the very beginning?

--

"..." For some reason, Yaochuan Guang felt that she was not sleeping soundly. She always felt that the person she was holding... was not right.

Cong Yu- chan is fragrant, soft, and tiny when you hug her.

What I'm holding right now, though it's also fragrant and soft... seems a little too soft, and it's not small either.

It's huge, doesn't seem like = Cong Yu- chan.

Feeling a strange sense of unease, Yaochuan Guang opened his eyes and looked into the darkness... at Hong and Cong Yu, who were embracing each other.

Yaochuan Guang: "!!!"

Teacher Hong... Teacher Hong!

Yaochuan Guang stared wide-eyed, unsure of what expression to make...

What happened? How could this happen? I had a cherished friend for the first time, and a respected teacher for the first time. I should have been experiencing something like a dream... Ugh, I'm sleepy.

Oh well, I'll just have to make do with this hug...

Half-asleep, Yaochuan Guang hugged Teacher Hong and fell asleep again... without giving it much thought.

It's just hugging and cuddling, it's no big deal.

Everyone likes Cong Yu- chan, isn't that a good thing!

Lantian Zhu, eyes open. "..."

Chapter 359 Zuowang Dao Strikes Again

Um...

It felt like I slept for a very long time and had a very long dream... but Cong Yu couldn't quite remember the details of the dream.

To be honest, this might not be a good thing.

After all, for someone like Cong Yu, and for others with magical powers, dreams could very well be some kind of omens.

In today's world, dreams can sometimes be interpreted as omens of disaster or death.

If you are not prepared to face it, you should nip it in the bud as soon as possible, otherwise it could lead to disastrous consequences.

Of course, it's also possible that it was just a false alarm.

With this thought in mind, Cong Yu Cong Yu opened her eyes and then saw... the familiar ceiling.

Yes, it's not my own home, but this environment...

It absolutely cannot be described as unfamiliar.

Cong Yu looked at the operating table beneath her, then at the sky above the operating room... Even knowing she was dreaming, she still felt a strange sense of constraint.

The environment I was in seemed to be in an operating room.

Which corner of memory is this? That question is no longer in doubt...

"You're awake?"

Upon hearing Cong Yu awaken, the white-haired, red-eyed girl sitting at the desk said this.

Wearing a white coat, she had obvious suture marks on her neck... In that era, the sutures on Doctor' bodies were still clearly black.

"Ah, Doctor..."

As Cong Yu said this, she simply propped herself up, sat up as if feeling something wrapped around her body, and looked at the bandages covering her entire body.

"Lie down."

The Doctor's voice carried a familiar, indifferent tone; Cong Yu hadn't heard such a detached tone in a long time.

It's rare to hear this now, and surprisingly, I feel a bit nostalgic.

However, in his dream, Cong Yu slowly lay down... but for some reason, the soft bandages on his body felt strange.

"..."

Hmm...

Cong Yu finally truly woke up from her dream within a dream... no, actually there was no dream within a dream at all.

Because the person in the dream wasn't actually asleep, nor was they dreaming.

This dream began with "It feels like I had a dream"... but it was just my own random thoughts in the dream.

Because Cong Yu is very concerned about the revelations in his dreams, he probably won't forget the contents of his dreams so easily.

I'll remember some of it, more or less.

At this moment, he finally understood why he felt the bandages were so restrictive in the hazy dream.

Because Yaochuan Guang hugged himself very tightly today.

Yao... Chuan...

Something's not right...

Yaochuan Guang doesn't have legs that long.

As Cong Yu made this judgment, she felt the tight grip around her waist, as if trying to meld her into her body.

He then made a sober judgment--

It's red.

Having confirmed this, Cong Yu turned her head...

What came into view was a red figure holding him... He was using Cong Yu as a pillow, holding her tightly, and sleeping soundly, snoring away.

Behind Kurenai was Yaochuan Guang, who was holding her.

No wonder I felt like I'd been squeezed to the edge of the bed...

Cong Yu thought to herself, and struggled to break free from the red, octopus-like embrace, kicking her in the butt.

Then, watching Hong wave in all directions and finally hug Yaochuan Guang, Cong Yu fell into an inexplicable silence.

Something's a little weird... but never mind.

From Cong Yu's perspective as someone who has been through similar experiences, it's a good thing for Yaochuan Guang to build more bonds—the more friends he has, the less likely he is to go to extremes.

Cong Yu thought to herself, then got up and glanced at Xiao Cui and Lantian Zhu sleeping on the floor... These two probably didn't manage to get into bed.