"Traces?"
The fate giant tree was spotless and flawless, controlling every aspect of all living beings. Anything harmful to it had either been cast into the deep world or exterminated. It was an existence with virtually no weaknesses.
Yet after Dean Sun and Shen Luo approached the fate giant tree and completed a killing move akin to a sacrifice, Gao Ming discovered flaws in it. Compared to the towering tree, those pitch-black traces were barely perceptible. They looked like things the giant tree had once excised from itself, only for them to grow back.
Calling Dean Sun's and Shen Luo's fates troubled would hardly do them justice. Before meeting the "benefactors" destined for them, nothing they did had ever gone smoothly. Not only had they suffered terribly, but they had also inflicted a certain kind of harm on those around them. They wanted to escape it too, yet escape seemed impossible. Unlike Shen Luo, who passively accepted his lot, Dean Sun had spent a great deal of time at the Cursed Hospital actively trying to alter his fate. He had never sought to make himself lucky. His research concerned whether he could become even more unfortunate. With the support of Central Blood City, he constantly explored his limits—and actually made a discovery.
Everyone's fate had been arranged in advance by the fate giant tree, but he was different. The fate giant tree had discarded the dregs it shed into the deep world, where they became unfortunate people. Dean Sun and Shen Luo were outstanding examples.
At the Cursed Hospital, Dean Sun had found many such people and ghosts. He transferred all their misfortune onto himself, curing those "patients" in this way. That was why the respect and fear the hospital's red garments felt toward Dean Sun came from the bottom