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Chapter 442 - 335: The Chance to Fight Against Fate (Vote for Monthly Ticket)_2

Chapter 442: Chapter 335: The Chance to Fight Against Fate (Vote for Monthly Ticket)_2

Nowadays, the bigwigs of each Oasis are mostly conservatives.

Their concerns are not unfounded.

However,

"The Resistance Faction has a point, we can’t just get used to disasters because they’ve always been there."

"Behind these disasters, there may well be minions of the Evil God fanning the flames. If we don’t pay attention, who knows when they might even swallow up the Super Oasis."

He, Qianqiu, was but a mere assassin, unable to influence the situation in the Shattered Sea.

Even his own fate was beyond his control.

Just like now, he greatly admired the Third Commander of the Scarlet Lotus Empire for daring to defy fate, but... he still had to assassinate him.

He could not resist the orders of the Pavilion Master.

Assassins like him were taken to the Hidden Assassination Pavilion’s Oasis for secret training at a very young age. Most children would die during this process, including his friends, his friends, and his friends. Only a few who stood out could survive to earn the qualification and be given the mission of an assassin.

Everyone has their own destiny, and this was his.

Even so,

Qianqiu still harbored a glimmer of hope. He went to a secret base of the Hidden Assassination Pavilion and used a Strange Implement to contact the vice Pavilion Master who had assigned him the mission.

Inside the dimly lit building, the Strange Implement emitted strands of light, intertwining to form a clear screen of light.

Within the screen of light was a burly man. He wore a blue-and-white greatcoat, its hem falling to the carpet, with his hands behind his back, facing away from the screen. The sunlight streaming in from the window filled the spacious room and made the vice Pavilion Master’s greatcoat shimmer brilliantly.

Beyond the screen of light,

The side profile of a figure within the dimly lit building became slightly clearer as he knelt on one knee, head bowed.

"Vice Pavilion Master Yao."

"What is it?"

"Vice Pavilion Master, I am no match for a powerhouse like the Third Commander of the Scarlet Lotus Empire. This mission is very difficult... No, this mission is impossible to achieve."

"Is that all?"

The vice Pavilion Master’s impatient words cut off Qianqiu’s rambling.

"Difficult, difficult means you find a way. You are an assassin, not trash!"

"This mission, I give you two months. No matter what the cost, you must achieve it. Don’t forget, it’s because of the Pavilion Master’s training that you have come this far."

As soon as the vice Pavilion Master finished speaking, a burning pain, like searing the soul, coursed through Qianqiu’s body.

It was as though a brand, a shackle, had been imprinted on his soul, looped around his neck.

After a while,

The burning pain that seared his soul slowly subsided, and Qianqiu let out a stifled groan.

When he looked up again, the interlacing light and shadows before him were slowly dissipating, and the light of the communication Strange Implement finally dimmed, the connection severed.

Qianqiu took a closer look to make sure the Strange Implement had stopped operating, then raised his middle finger in the darkness before him.

"Go to hell!"

"Why don’t you go assassinate him yourself?"

"Got the guts for a fight, you old geezer?"

After a bout of angry cursing, Qianqiu’s head drooped, and he sat on the ground.

He couldn’t resist the Hidden Assassination Pavilion, so what to do? Just accept it, then.

"Sigh~"

"Wait a minute."

He remembered yesterday, the phrase that emerged in his mind—’an opportunity’—one that could change his fate.

To try, or not to try?

Mystic teachings say that those who are noticed by such high beings often don’t end well; if not turned into experimental material, then into...

But from another perspective, he’s already been noticed, so what else is there to fear? The Hidden Assassination Pavilion was already a shackle around his neck, another one didn’t seem to... matter anymore?

So he summoned the respectful smile he had cultivated at the Assassin Training Camp and silently called out to that being in his mind.

After a while...

There was no response.

Had he failed? Indeed, that being hadn’t left any prayer directed at him.

Qianqiu couldn’t tell if he felt disappointed or relieved.

When he returned to his own safehouse, that voice once again abruptly rang out.

’Your choice.’

To change fate, one could receive a gift from destiny, but likewise, one must pay the price marked behind the gift of destiny.

That was reasonable.

But, could I really make the choice myself?

Qianqiu pursed his lips. He chose... yes!

A screen of light was born in his mind, followed by a ’ding’ sound. A dazzling array of options appeared, leaving him overwhelmed and dumbstruck.

Instinct told him it was fake, and reason confirmed it.

After all, transmitting items through space and bestowing abilities with a thought were too fantastical, and he was quite sure mythologies weren’t capable of such feats—mythical beings were great, but not omnipotent.

Moreover, the esteemed name and organization of this particular individual were utterly obscure.

With that in mind, Qianqiu... exchanged some of his account balance for a potion.

"There’s no way this could be possible... What the—!!!"

Light and shadow intertwined, gradually becoming reality.

A tactile sensation and weight formed in his hands, his mouth hanging open, his thoughts bubbling up one after another until, after a long pause, he blurted out two words:

"...Holy shit!"

...

"Great being, please allow Xiaoqiu to offer you the highest respect. To be chosen by you is truly the fortune of my three lifetimes. From now on, I will dedicate myself until death in service to..."

Although your flattering words are pleasant to hear, this teacher still prefers your wild and unrestrained nature.

During the day that Angel Envoy Qianqiu hesitated, Fang You was also secretly observing, assessing Qianqiu’s character, behavior, and the environment of the area he was in.

Of course, as for Qianqiu’s life experiences, there was no need to investigate now, as it was all clearly displayed on the panel.

As a child, his entire family was killed, and he was taken away.

Grew up in the orphanage of the Hidden Assassination Pavilion, entered the Assassin Training Camp.

Graduated from the training camp as the top student, started as a black iron assassin and climbed his way up to golden badge assassin.

Citina’s first half of life was smooth sailing until it was utterly destroyed in one fell swoop.

Qianqiu had faced many bumps along the way, but at least he didn’t experience the catastrophe of losing all his friends and family—hard to say who had it worse.

Just that,

"When Citina made the covenant, she was able to undergo a Mythical Awakening directly whereas Qianqiu fell a bit short."

"It’s understandable, though, one is the hope of the entire Great Oasis, invested with various rare treasures, continuously fighting and leveling up, pushing innate abilities to the limit; the other, struggling for a livelihood, a 007 worker with even less income!"

Boss Fang couldn’t help but shed tears.

The operating model of the Hidden Assassination Pavilion was stingy—outside bounty assassins were paid market rates, but what about internal core assassins? Apart from the initial equipment and Strange Implements, at other times, they were treated like beasts of burden.

Doing the work of the Six Senses with the pay of the Three Senses, even thinking twice before heading to the red-light district.

Boss Fang couldn’t help but shake his head.

"Qianqiu’s control over his body and the basics of two-dimensionality are just slightly below the standard for Awakening, but no big deal, his accumulation of mysteries is enough. As long as these two weak points are fortified, he will soon be able to attempt a Mythical Awakening."

...

"...he will soon be able to have a Mythical Awakening?"

The words of that being resounded continuously in his ears, making Qianqiu feel like it was all a dream.

"I can also advance to a mythic status?"

"First step, improve basic scythe techniques; second step, practice the Visualization Method and drink the potion; third step, awaken—it’s that simple?"

He was dumbfounded.

And this first step,

Boom—

A gift from that being descended, as if great power surged out in the void, fiercely striking his body. While it brought waves of pain and fatigue, his insights grew exponentially.

"My scythe technique that had been stuck at a bottleneck for years has suddenly broken through? My entire body is undergoing a transformation!"

"Hiss!"

Qianqiu’s scalp tingled as if a gate to a new world had opened before him.

Fang You looked at him and nodded slightly.

"It won’t be long before the organization gains another mythic being, the third one."

"Ah... provided that Qianqiu’s Awakening isn’t a failure, he can’t afford a second attempt."

"Afterwards, through Qianqiu, perhaps we can establish a beacon outpost in the Shattered Sea region, after all, it’s much more prosperous here than in the Falling Star Pit; the power of both the Seven Stars Alliance and the Scarlet Lotus Empire is probably above the City of Fallen Stars."

Of course, the City of Fallen Stars might still be on the rise, while some of the old powers in the Shattered Sea are already on the decline.

While pondering, Fang You glanced at Little Illusion’s status, still undergoing transformation.

A little bit longer.

He sighed and rolled up his sleeves to begin handling official business.

Suddenly, Fang You frowned, his gaze piercing the ceiling to look outside.

Blood-red threads suddenly appeared outside the Blue Star World, intertwining to form a massive net covering the whole Blue Star.

They didn’t touch Blue Star.

They didn’t strike Blue Star.

Just that,

"Teacher, people from the Great Oasis can no longer enter our Blue Star."