**Chapter 23: The Forcefully Modified Fate Track**
The Proxy Player Sister watched Luxianbei’s confused expression, wiped the bl**d running down her abdomen, walked over, sat down beside her, and casually placed her bloody little hand on Luxianbei’s shoulder.
“Well, you may not have heard of the Old Ones’ Destroyers, but don’t worry—let Sister Me tell you all about it.”
Luxianbei looked at the Proxy Player Sister sideways, “Hey, I’m telling you, don’t go too far!”
“Tsk, boys’ pride is really laughable!” the Proxy Player Sister spat, “Don’t worry, I didn’t mean to underestimate you.”
“Is that what I’m talking about?” Luxianbei pushed away the little hand on her shoulder and said, “I’m talking about this, okay? Can’t you have a little self-awareness?”
Moreover, if my guess is correct, if you suddenly short-circuit and activate your gifted ability, won’t I explode on the spot? Luxianbei thought inwardly.
“Ah, I thought you wouldn’t mind this.” The Proxy Player Sister said, retracting her hand reluctantly, and continued, “You haven’t heard of the Old Ones’ Destroyers, but you’ve definitely heard of the Doomsday Prophecies, right?”
“I have heard of them.” Luxianbei nodded and then asked, puzzled, “But what do these two have to do with each other?”
“Of course, they are related! Very related!” The Proxy Player Sister excitedly patted her thigh, “As for the relationship between the two…”
She paused for a moment, suddenly shifting gears, “In Sumerian mythology, the god of wind and Enlil, king of the gods, sent floods, droughts, and plagues to destroy humanity. There’s also the legend of Gonggong crashing into Buzhou Mountain, and similar records in the Maya’s Popol Vuh.”
“Apart from these, there are also Assyrian clay tablet prophecies, apocalyptic judgments, and legends like Shiva’s destruction of the world. Of course, these are just some of the more famous doomsday legends. In fact, there are many lesser-known legends that I haven’t encountered much.”
As the Proxy Player Sister spoke, she emphasized the word “legend” every time she mentioned it.
After listening for a while, Luxianbei grasped the idea and tentatively asked, “Are you saying that those doomsday legends were caused by urban legends?”
“BINGO!” The Proxy Player Sister snapped her fingers, “You can understand it that way!”
“As far as I know, almost every time a doomsday prophecy occurs, it is accompanied by terrifying urban legends. But it’s unclear whether the legends caused the apocalypse or the apocalypse created those legends; it’s like the chicken-or-egg question—impossible to clarify.”
“However, scholars studying related topics believe that those urban legends are at least significant factors in world destruction, so they named them as such.”
“Moreover, as you can see, from ancient times to the present, there have been multiple occurrences of doomsday legends. Although each caused considerable destruction, the world has never been destroyed, which means…”
Luxianbei furrowed her brows slightly and interjected, “Those urban legends all failed?”
“Clap clap!”
The Proxy Player Sister clapped her little hands and gave Luxianbei a thumbs-up, praising her, “Not bad! You’ve learned to answer quickly! Soon, you can quiz me!”
Luxianbei, “…”
“However, I wouldn’t say it was a complete failure. After all, some of them did destroy parts of regions, but ultimately they did not succeed, mainly because their methods were incorrect.”
Luxianbei rolled her eyes at the Proxy Player Sister, “Tsk! As if you know the right way.”
The Proxy Player Sister, “… You probably wouldn’t believe it, but I actually do know.”
I have spent a long time visiting the Old Ones’ Destroyers hidden around the world, learning advanced experiences, taking the essence and discarding the dross. After that, I spent a long time pondering and exploring before finally finding the “correct” path.
However…
Though she knew, the Proxy Player Sister had no plans to tell Luxianbei.
Knowing that telling her could only lead to wrong outcomes, what if she learned from it? Wouldn’t all the effort have been in vain?
So, after a brief silence, the Proxy Player Sister ignored Luxianbei’s question and brought the topic back on track.
“Seriously, the so-called Old Ones’ Destroyers are those who survived after their failed attempts at world destruction. Their existence is usually met with resistance from the world, earning them a lot of malice…”
“Wait a moment!” Luxianbei interrupted, frowning, “The world’s malice? So, are you saying our Earth Mother is alive? What a terrifying concept!”
“Please don’t use your imagination in strange places,” the Proxy Player Sister rolled her eyes.
“The malice of the world is a very strange and mystical state, like being under a powerful misfortune debuff.”
“In that state, at the very least, you could get struck by lightning on a rainy day, like a walking lightning rod…”
“Wait a moment!” Luxianbei cut in again, “Being struck by lightning is considered mild? What would the severe consequences be?”
“The severe…” The Proxy Player Sister pondered for a few seconds and said seriously, “Let me put it this way, I have a friend who is an existence rejected by the world.”
“He lives a 007 corporate slave life, and on his thirty-fifth birthday, he was suddenly fired by a useless boss first thing in the morning, lost the job he depended on, came home early only to find his fiancée in bed with another man.”
“In an extreme rage, he went up to fight the man, ended up getting injured and had to go to the hospital for checks and treatment, only to be suddenly told he might have late-stage lung cancer…”
“Uh, that’s just a regular day for him.”
Luxianbei, “…”
I hope that friend of hers isn’t herself.
If it is, I hope my guess is wrong; she is not another me.
Things that ordinary people might not experience in a lifetime, he went through all in one day. This is no ordinary misfortune; this world is undoubtedly filled with malice for him, it’s too tragic.
Seeing Luxianbei’s strange expression, the Proxy Player Sister raised her eyebrows slightly, “Indeed, it’s quite tragic.”
“So, these Old Ones’ Destroyers usually hide away from the normal world until they are completely forgotten and perish. Or, they find some way to eliminate the world’s malice towards them.”
Luxianbei, “…”
So, does that mean one of the three forces along the dream-come-true journey has or even all three have Old Ones’ Destroyers?
But…
“But why does my contact with the Spirit Energy Fluctuation of the Old Ones’ Destroyers turn into a witch species? That doesn’t make sense!”
Because you have a great chance of becoming the destroyer of a new era… the Proxy Player Sister thought but had no intention of sharing that reasoning with Luxianbei. Instead, she smoothly transitioned the conversation to another reason.
“Because the core of the witch species’ urban legend’s essence is very sensitive to impure Spirit Energy fluctuations and will absorb power from them to strengthen itself!”
“Just like the tainted divine bl**d you encountered before, the Spirit Energy of the Old Ones’ Destroyers is often highly corrupted.”
“But don’t underestimate those Old Ones’ Destroyers, it’s best not to have any shady ideas about them. Although most of them have weakened greatly, almost every one possesses mind-boggling special abilities. One mistake could cost your life; it’s not worth it.”
“I understand, I understand!” Luxianbei quickly replied, “A dead camel is still bigger than a horse! Don’t worry, I won’t do anything reckless.”
As soon as I wake up, I’ll buy a train ticket for the same day and leave overnight! Luxianbei thought.
The Proxy Player Sister looked at Luxianbei with an expression that said “I see you haven’t gotten too full of yourself; you’re still this timid; I’m relieved,” and slightly nodded, “If possible, bring Jiang Li along too.”
“Uh?” Luxianbei asked in confusion, “You also know she’s in this ghost place?”
“Of course I know…” The Proxy Player Sister paused, then added, “What in this world is there that I don’t know?”
“Goodness! Then could you please tell me the winning numbers for the next lottery grand prize?” Luxianbei asked seriously.
“…” The Proxy Player Sister fell silent, glaring at Luxianbei with narrowed eyes, making her feel uneasy inside.
Luxianbei avoided the Proxy Player Sister’s gaze and weakly said, “Uh, if it’s inconvenient, you don’t have to tell me!”
“Even if I knew, there might be all sorts of reasons I can’t buy a lottery ticket on time or claim the prize, right? That’s what the books say, and it’s what movies portray too.”
The Proxy Player Sister rolled her eyes, “As long as you know.”
“But…” Luxianbei frowned, “Is it dangerous to take Jiang Li out of here?”
“It is somewhat dangerous.” The Proxy Player Sister said seriously.
“…”
So it is dangerous? Then this is a no-go.
Just as Luxianbei prepared to say her goodbyes, the Proxy Player Sister added, “But the rewards are very high.”
Luxianbei sat up straight and said earnestly, “I’m all ears.”
The Proxy Player Sister thought for two seconds and said sincerely, “Don’t worry, even if you fail, you’ll only lose a little money; you won’t lose your life, but if you succeed…”
“If you succeed~!” Luxianbei squinted her eyes, waiting for the Proxy Player Sister’s answer.
The Proxy Player Sister raised her eyebrows slightly, “Then you can reduce a future strong enemy and gain a beautiful confidante. Isn’t that a great deal?”
Luxianbei, “…”
Why does this all sound so empty? There’s not a shred of substantial reward in it!
It feels like she’s just painting big dreams for me.
No, this has to be thought over!
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After a long while.
The Proxy Player Sister stood alone on the dilapidated rooftop, watching Luxianbei’s figure gradually fade as she woke up, silently sighing, muttering, “It seems Jiang Li is very likely to have once again fallen into the hands of the Solar Eclipse Society in this ghost place, just like last time.”
“I always thought… sigh—!”
She always thought Jiang Li had left the Siye Society to become stronger, running back to the Solar Eclipse Society by herself.
So the next time they met, under various circumstances, they became mortal enemies.
“But of course, the Solar Eclipse Society would never easily let go of such a perfect experimental subject. As long as she leaves the protective range of the city’s barrier, they will definitely find an opportunity to capture her again.”
The Proxy Player Sister murmured to herself, and then a smile suddenly appeared on her lips.
“But this time it’s different.”
“Luxianbei, it’s up to you; you have a chance to change the outcome.”
Even if it’s just changing part of the outcome, that would be good… the Proxy Player Sister thought.
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Xiuyao and Ahua returned with the unconscious Luxianbei to the Lan Zhe Inn. When they saw Heimu Dan, she was shocked by their state.
The two of them were supporting Luxianbei as they entered, their two pale faces covered in tears, their noses red, and their willow brows knitted together as if they had just gone through something extremely tragic.
“Xiuyao, what happened to you?” Heimu Dan asked confusedly, “Is it that the Calamity is dead?”
As soon as she said this, Heimu Dan felt something was amiss.
Although she had sent Xiuyao to secretly help the Calamity, the mission had failed, and Xiuyao might be feeling low, but it shouldn’t be to the point where they looked like they were wearing masks of suffering.
“Master, I’m fine; I just suddenly thought of my sister who used to be in the same nest as me, who was taken away by an eagle, and I felt a bit sad.”
Heimu Dan, “…”
In the silence, she turned to Ahua and asked, “What about you?”
“I, woo woo woo, I also just suddenly thought about how after the lady drove me away, she faced the danger alone, and I felt too upset.” Ahua choked.
“…”
Heimu Dan fell silent again.
What is this all about?
Why are they so sad because of these inexplicable things?
Seeing that Xiuyao was not in a good state, fearing that they wouldn’t be able to communicate properly, Heimu Dan simply read the complete process of Xiuyao bringing the Calamity back here through the Bond Mark.
Upon seeing that Luxianbei had inhaled an excess of “preciousness,” which triggered a specific power within her body, unleashing negative emotions and forcibly reversing the effect of the “preciousness,” Heimu Dan’s mouth twitched slightly as she gestured dismissively to Xiuyao.
“Xiuyao, I have roughly understood the situation. First, settle the Calamity in the side room of my chamber, then take this lady down for a good rest; leave the rest to me.”
“Yes, snuffle—!” Xiuyao wiped her nose and bowed slightly to Heimu Dan, “Yes, Master.”
Watching the two tearful girls support Luxianbei toward the side chamber, Heimu Dan shook her head helplessly and simply comforted them, “You two don’t need to be too sad; let the past stay in the past, okay?”
“I know, Master, but I just can’t control it.”
Xiuyao said, feeling wronged, as she placed Luxianbei on the soft bed in the side chamber and then stepped back with Ahua.
Heimu Dan looked at the two obviously not in a normal state girls, wanting to say something but hesitating. After a moment of contemplation, she sighed.
“Ahh—! Xiuyao, after you go down, please let Miaoyin play a tune for you? Just say it’s from me.”
The Lan Zhe Inn, as an establishment that appeals to both refined and popular tastes, naturally has girls proficient in music, and the girl Miaoyin is one who can provide a soul-healing effect through her pipa by injecting special Spirit Energy into the instrument.
But she is said to have a prideful character, and her appearance fee is quite high, so it’s rare to see her.
“Thank you, Master,” Xiuyao said as she nodded to Heimu Dan, leading Ahua out of the room.
After Xiuyao and Ahua left, Heimu Dan walked to Luxianbei’s bedside, propped her chin with one hand, and observed for a while before squinting her eyes.
“She does have quite an impressive appearance, but I wonder if she can help me get rid of the world’s malice.” She murmured to herself, and then a smirk appeared on her lips. “Hehe, since it’s just the two of us here, it shouldn’t be a problem to research a bit before treating her.”
While speaking, Heimu Dan raised her hand to undo the hairpin on her head, her long black hair cascading down. Her fingertips brushed through the strands, and she plucked a few long hairs, gently twisting them between her fingers, which visibly transformed into a pink, thin thread.
As the Proxy Player Sister mentioned, almost every Old One’s Destroyer possesses some unfathomable abilities, and this 【fake marriage red thread】 is one of Heimu Dan’s special abilities.
With the effect of the fake marriage red thread, she can temporarily establish a marital connection with the target and, through this connection, glean all information about the target to apply in battles. Sometimes, even weaknesses unknown to the target can be discovered this way.
However…
Watching the fake marriage red thread suddenly ignite as it wrapped around Luxianbei’s wrist, producing waves of seemingly temperatureless flames before dissipating into nothingness, Heimu Dan let out a soft gasp.
“Strange? Why would this happen?”
In her confusion, she tried again, but still received the exact same result.
“I won’t be defeated so easily!”
Fueled by competitiveness, Heimu Dan knitted her brows and sharply flared her fingers through her hair, causing countless pink threads to sh**t out from between her strands, launching toward Luxianbei and, in an instant, wrapping her up in a pink, human-shaped zongzi.
Those pink threads wrapped around Luxianbei lasted about three seconds and then ignited once again, shrouded in a blaze of pink flames, the threads breaking down into ashes.
However, despite the fake marriage red thread only lasting three seconds, Heimu Dan still seized that brief moment of establishing a marital connection with Luxianbei to glimpse some interesting things.
When the flames subsided and she looked at the sleeping Luxianbei, a knowing smile crept onto her lips, “So that’s it! The fate track has been forcibly modified?”
“Hmph, interesting. No wonder my red thread couldn’t wrap around her. However…”
Which genius thought up this method of forcibly altering a fate track with numerous marital threads?
Aren’t they afraid of triggering the scythe-of-life ending, getting killed by someone?
With dozens or even hundreds of marital threads wrapping around her, even if only a few girls eventually appeared in front of her, wouldn’t that be enough to consume her life? Heimu Dan contemplated.
