Fate Dungeons

Zhang Sanfeng: Has our friend Little Meng run into some danger?

Meng Qi: It's a bitter story. My family forced me to become a monk and even shaved my head. I'm bald now!

The Ancient One: ...

Meng Qi: Ah! Master Ancient One, I wasn't talking about you. Being bald is actually quite nice. Everyone has their own preferences, right?

Meng Chuan smiled as he watched Meng Qi clown around in the group. If they had only just forced him to become a monk, the story must have barely begun. He hadn't even entered the Six Paths of Reincarnation yet. For now, Little Meng was still a young bald man longing to return to lay life, master peerless martial arts, and dazzle the world.

Meng Qi: But Great Emperor, how did you know about Shrouding the Heavens? Could it be that you...

Meng Chuan: That's right. I crossed over from another world, just like you.

Meng Chuan: @Daigu Madoka, Mr. Daigu, in the world I came from, there was a show called Ultraman Tiga. Your name is exactly the same as the human host of Ultraman Tiga in that show. The series had already ended, though, and the Daigu in it had gone to Mars.

Meng Chuan: @Zhang Sanfeng, Master Zhang, you should be a character in a martial arts story. In my previous life, I saw some shows and read some novels that included you.

Meng Chuan: @The Ancient One, Master, you should understand all this better than anyone.

Daigu Madoka: I'm someone from a TV show? And I'm exactly like that Tiga?

The Ancient One: I understand what you mean. I encountered similar situations while traveling through timelines.

Meng Chuan: Please don't overthink it. You aren't fictional characters someone invented. Those novels and shows simply happened to record your worlds. You and your worlds are real.

Meng Chuan: I died in my original world, but for reasons I don't know, I came back to life in this one. A novel called Shrouding the Heavens recorded this world in my previous life. After seven hundred years here, though, I'm certain this world is real. None of you need to worry about your own existence.

Meng Chuan hid nothing and told them everything openly. At his level, he had no interest in petty tricks.

Meng Qi: So we're all people whose lives were recorded in stories!

Meng Qi: @Meng Chuan, Great Emperor, what about me? Is it the same for me?

Meng Chuan: Yes. I've read a novel about your world too. You're the protagonist.

Meng Qi: Wonderful! I'm destined to roam the martial world unchecked, with romance at my side!

Romance, my foot!

Meng Chuan was speechless. What an optimistic little bald man.

Meng Chuan: I'm sure everyone has plenty of questions. Let's talk openly. I believe we can clear up a lot of your doubts.

Zhang Sanfeng: Please go ahead, my friend.

Daigu Madoka: Go ahead, Mr. Meng.

The Ancient One: Sorry for the trouble, Mr. Meng.

Meng Chuan: While exploring the group's functions, I discovered I can upload the works about each of you. If they broadly match your fates, they can be converted into fate dungeons. Then you can view the course your lives would originally have taken.

Zhang Sanfeng: Broadly match? Do you mean they won't be exactly the same?

Meng Chuan: Master Zhang, there are many works featuring you alone. Besides, those works aren't necessarily accurate. They're only records of your worlds.

Meng Chuan: @Zhang Sanfeng, is there anything particularly famous in your world? That would help me narrow it down.

Zhang Sanfeng: Particularly famous... Oh, yes. The Heaven-Reliant Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Saber!

Meng Chuan: I think I know which world you're in, Master Zhang. Give me a moment. I'll upload it now.

System notification: Administrator Meng Chuan uploaded the memory dungeon "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber." Upload successful.

System notification: "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" met the criteria and was converted into a fate dungeon. Administrator Meng Chuan set it so that only Administrator Zhang Sanfeng could enter.

This setting offered the group members some protection. After all, entering someone's fate dungeon let you watch their entire life as if you were standing right beside them.

Without restrictions, what privacy would anyone have left? Everyone had things they didn't want others to know. If he blithely let the whole group watch the dungeon,

Meng Chuan wouldn't be helping Zhang Sanfeng—he would be making an enemy of him. He wasn't out of his mind. Of course, if Zhang Sanfeng chose to open his fate dungeon himself, that would be another matter.

Meng Chuan: @Meng Qi @Daigu Madoka @The Ancient One, I remember stories about all three of you too. Would you like me to upload them?

Meng Qi: Yes!

Daigu Madoka: Sorry for the trouble!

The Ancient One: Thank you, Mr. Meng.

Meng Chuan looked at the three of them and hesitated. Daigu's story posed no problem. The Ancient One had probably already seen everything he could upload about her through the Time Stone. Meng Qi, though, gave him pause.

The waters of The One and Only ran too deep. He couldn't guarantee nothing would go wrong if he let Meng Qi see his fate dungeon.

Those beings known as the Other Shore were simply too terrifying.

System notification: Administrator Meng Chuan uploaded the memory dungeon "Doctor Strange." Upload successful.

System notification: "Doctor Strange" met the criteria and was converted into a fate dungeon. Administrator Meng Chuan set it so that only Administrator The Ancient One could enter.

System notification: Administrator Meng Chuan uploaded the memory dungeon "The One and Only." Upload successful.

System notification: "The One and Only" met the criteria and was converted into a fate dungeon. The system automatically edited it. Administrator Meng Chuan set it so that only Administrator Meng Qi could enter.

System notification: Administrator Meng Chuan uploaded the memory dungeon "Ultraman Tiga." Upload successful.

System notification: "Ultraman Tiga" met the criteria and was converted into a fate dungeon. Administrator Meng Chuan set it so that only Administrator Daigu Madoka could enter.

To hell with it. If those beings of the Other Shore had the guts, they could come straight to the world of Shrouding the Heavens. I live in Room 1001, Building Two, Flipped Bucket Garden. My dad's Hu Yingjun, my mom's Zhang Xiaoli, and my name's Hu Tutu. Come and take a swing at me if you dare!

But the system notification for Meng Qi left Meng Chuan puzzled.

"Automatically edited?" Meng Chuan pondered. "If the chat group stepped in to edit it, it must have been the memories involving those beings of the Other Shore, right?"

Meng Chuan: @Meng Qi, Little Meng, before you watch your fate dungeon, ask the chat group whether it can protect your memories. I'm afraid something might happen to you after you watch it.

Meng Qi: ... Great Emperor, isn't my world just an ordinary martial arts world? Surely there's no need for all that. Don't scare me, Great Emperor!

Meng Chuan: Before Perfect World came out, I thought Shrouding the Heavens was an unremarkable world where people could merely become immortals.

Meng Qi: ...

Meng Chuan smiled as he watched them all enter their fate dungeons. He wondered how they would react to seeing their futures. Well, except for the Ancient One.

"No one should be able to make a fate dungeon for me. After all, Shrouding the Heavens doesn't really depict this era—unless someone wrote a fan story with me as the protagonist. But it doesn't matter if I can't see the future. For me..." Meng Chuan looked at the four group members. "Their worlds might be even more useful!"

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