thefictionvixens Chapter 185 It wasn't me who ruined you, it was fate.
Chapter 185 It wasn't me who ruined you, it was fate.
Chapter 185 It wasn't me who ruined you, it was fate.
"Is it fate?"
Mingpo murmured softly.
He actually had a vague premonition before.
He first experienced this feeling when he learned of the existence of the "luck attribute".
Since the luck attribute is real and can counteract each other —
What if there exists a being with "infinite luck" or "extremely high luck"?
Is he—or rather, his will—considered "divine will" by others?
Or perhaps the reason why "luck" can be mutually exclusive is that the one with higher luck has a will that is closer to "divine will" and can better draw upon the power of "Alaya".
Now, Shen Yiqi's words only confirmed for Mingpo that such a situation did indeed exist.
However, that memory did not originate from any individual, but rather from the world itself.
I don't know when the problem started, but this world keeps going on and on.
Time and time again, time and time again —
Only a very few people can briefly regain their senses and realize the immense tragedy that is as irreversible and irresistible as a raging flood.
They might desperately try to crash into the flood called "fate," or they might panic and flee in all directions, hoping to delay their death.
And under their influence, although history repeats itself in striking ways each time—there are always some differences.
Thinking of this, Mingpo paused slightly.
He suddenly remembered something else.
In the adventure world, there's a "deviation from the material world" when you clear a level. And this deviation can change.
Furthermore, every adventure world is set on Earth. There are no fantasy worlds of "swords and magic" or "gods and dragons," nor are there any Xianxia worlds with "three thousand major planes and three thousand minor planes." All of them are set in modern times—even if there are slight deviations, they are only for a few years.
More than ten years.
—Is there a possibility?
Are those "adventure worlds" simply the "shell" that this world has shed?
Those worlds weren't exactly "dead," but they almost all began to diverge significantly from the material world at some point in time. Perhaps it was this divergence that led to the complete collapse of the timeline—forcing the material world to reboot and discard this part of its "old self."
Just like a crab shedding its shell as it grows, it sheds its old shell.
Because the power of "Alaya" remains in those worlds, it allows deceivers to enter and seize the power of "impressions" to form titles!
Therefore, although "Wangliang" is clearly an existence in the "duplicate world", it is able to invade the material world.
—Because she was originally part of the "material world"!
"Compared to reincarnation, past life—"
Mingpo remained silent for a long time, then suddenly scoffed, "It's more like an eternal cycle of reincarnation."
"The one by Nietzsche?"
Shen Yiqi reacted immediately.
Imagine your entire life, every second, every event, every moment of pain and joy, repeating itself endlessly, in an eternal cycle—
There is no end, no redemption, no afterlife.
Everything will start over, whether it's painful or joyful.
This is eternal reincarnation.
If that's the case, would you still love this world?
Would you want to live again?
"We deceivers are Sisyphus."
Mingbo slowly said, "In this world today, divine power has fallen into the hands of us mortals."
"The past has been rewritten countless times, and everyone wants to shape the world into their own ideal, but everyone has to fight against the whole world to achieve this. Even so, can we just compromise and give up?"
"Since God is dead, man must become his own sun, burning at noon."
"If you believe in reincarnation and put things you can't do in this life into the next, that's a form of escapism."
"Once people have a way out, they become weak. Thinking that they can just lay the groundwork in this life and fight again in the next," they lose the ambition to gamble everything. And if they believe that there is a predetermined fate in this world, they will have an excuse to explain their failures—just like when they can't beat the opponent in a game, they think that the opponent cheated, so they are not at fault.
"It's more accurate to say that those who promote the ideas of reincarnation and divine will are inherently malicious."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yiqi remained silent for a long time.
He took a deep breath and sighed, "You're right—I was too optimistic."
"Thank you for enlightening me, Mingpo. Thank you—I'll treat you to dinner, and we can talk more when we meet."
"Sure," Mingpo said with a slight smile, "I won't stand on ceremony. How about we stay for a bit? I'm getting a little hungry."
Shen Yiqi asked Mingpo which district she lived in, and then seemed to ask the people around him, before giving Mingpo an address and asking, "Can I bring a friend? Let's go to the Bund."
"Sure, which number on the Bund? What do you want to eat?"
"What do you want to eat, French or Italian? You're a local, you don't want to eat Shanghainese food, do you?"
Shen Yiqi's words carried a hint of disdain.
Mingpo wasn't native, but he didn't correct the other person on this detail.
Although Mingpo didn't know where Shen Yiqi was from, judging from his accent, he was definitely not from the Wu dialect region, and Shanghai cuisine was obviously not very palatable to him.
"By the way, where are you from?"
Mingpo asked, "I need to consider this. For example, if I invite people from Sichuan to eat hot pot, I feel like I might offend them."
"My hometown is in Shandong. I'm from Penglai, Shandong—do you know Penglai Island? My home is near Penglai Pavilion."
Shen Yiqi smiled and said generously, "If you have time in the future, I'll let you play—all the chips on me!"
Mingpo suddenly realized.
He heard that Penglai District was no longer a city—Shen Yiqi had probably left his hometown before that to study and work in Wuhan, and had no idea about this.
"Let's go eat French food then. I remember there's a Michelin-starred French restaurant on the 3rd that's pretty good."
Gao Fan's home is in Huangpu, and it's less than a 2,000-minute taxi ride there, so Mingpo readily agreed.
However, Shen Yiqi would be a little late—he was driving over now, and it would probably take him fifty minutes. So he told Mingpo to leave in half an hour.
Mingpo hung up the phone and let out a soft sigh.
Just then, several WeChat messages popped up. Mingpo scrolled through the messages, her expression turning somewhat strange.
Because just now—
The "Nyarlathotep" also sent Mingper a location—saying that he was currently eating there and even took a picture of the table. The table was laden with delicious food, while the seat opposite him was empty.
It was quite a coincidence that the restaurant was in the same location as the one Shen Yiqi had chosen.
Should we cancel one of them?
For a fleeting moment, Mingpo wondered if she had been set up. Or perhaps, this Nyarlathotep was Shen Yiqi's alias or an acquaintance?
However, Mingpo quickly discovered after carefully reviewing the chat history that Nyarlathotep sent this message at the exact time he had just answered Shen Yiqi's call.
At that time, Mingpo's location had not yet been determined.
Not to mention—this address wasn't chosen by Shen Yiqi at all, but was just something Mingpo casually mentioned.
—Is it really such a coincidence?
Mingpo had some doubts.
Based on his conversation with Shen Yiqi, he's now more inclined to believe it's a coincidence than a mere coincidence.
This "Nyarlathotep" has extraordinary "luck".
Let's meet with both of them at the same time.
Mingbo made up her mind.