Chapter 1191
Chapter 1191 - 1177: Choice
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Lu Ping’an did not believe in fate; he was actually quite repulsed by the so-called predestined destiny.
However, he did not deny the existence of the "power of fate."
On the contrary, he even actively researched and made use of this force.
"To despise the concept of fate is not a rational act. If regarded as a kind of invisible operating mechanism, it’s merely a variable with special features, the most unique aspect of which is probably just its name – ’fate’...."
Unlike those who shout "My fate is in my own hands, not heaven’s" while blindly charging forward, only to end up as the so-called protagonists subject to the whims of fate.
Lu Ping’an saw it as a tool, a resource that could be used – perhaps this truly was blasphemy.
"The fate I remember should be the torrential history constructed by people’s choices, not this maliciously playful trick...."
When the existence of this world’s so-called World’s Will was perceived, a certain foreigner felt a severe aversion to it.
He did not hate the so-called karma of good and evil, but he hated selective law enforcement, and even more so, that so-called favoritism of fate.
Perhaps this "assignment" was given to the least suitable Executor from the start... Lu has never been one to diligently do his job from the beginning.
"....This is everything that is happening in your world right now. I have explained it as clearly as possible in words you can understand. Do you understand?"
Facing this "country girl" whose tears had not yet dried, Lu Ping’an told her everything.
It was clearly different from what had been planned....
"You... you mean, my fate, as well as the fate of our people, No. 177 and the others, that life of being born as slaves and refugees, it’s all because of the... god... of our world?"
"Not gods, but the world itself – that’s not a being on the same level. It is much more troublesome than the so-called True Gods."
Lu Ping’an said with a smile, revealing a far crueler reality.
He observed his target with interest. Since she was supposed to be the seed of a "Warrior," her mind and will should be sufficient. Upon learning all this, what would she do?
Would she rage? Despair? Or go mad with regret?
By the way, Lu Ping’an even mentioned his suspicion that it might be her who "killed" No. 177.
He was very interested, extremely interested, eager to find out what a chess piece on the board would do once it learned of the hand that controlled it from behind.
Would she exploit this so-called destiny to gain more benefits and bargaining chips for herself? Would she forcibly mature, smiling bitterly and following the path laid out by fate? Or would she succumb to despair, losing her will and drive? Or perhaps...
"It’s so interesting. Give me your choice."
Beneath Lu Ping’an’s calm smile was a surge of rare emotional excitement.
This was a courtyard, his personal area, and a place that could not possibly be known by outside entities... Such a conversation was destined to occur only once, and Lu Ping’an was looking forward to his opponent’s response.
He looked at that pretty face – a face that brought trouble and death. Indeed, it was quite fine, and even by human aesthetic standards, it was a rare beauty, both sultry and cultured.
But now, that pretty face was contorted with nothing but pain.
She covered her face, her nails leaving bloody marks from the force of her grip, causing droplets of blood to fall.
Along with the blood, silent tears also fell.
Her eyes wide, tears slid down continuously. When the pain reached its peak, she didn’t even realize she was crying.
Just pain? Was it just pain? Lu Ping’an was a bit disappointed.
"That’s it? This doesn’t qualify for my investment...."
But in the next moment, the girl took a deep breath, wiped her cheeks, and her clear eyes regained their rationality.
"I... how can I believe that everything you’ve told me is true?"
"I am a Contractor – I don’t lie.... Uh, you’ll understand later, we professionals have many restrictions, and one of mine is ’not to lie.’ Of course, I can make a contract with you to guarantee that all this is true."
The girl nodded her head, but she didn’t really want to make a contract.
At the moment her tears fell, she had actually believed that all of this was real, the cruel fate of herself and her tribe, that there really was a large hand manipulating everything from the shadows.
Why was she born a slave? Why was her life destined to not reach thirty years of age? Why did all these children like her never get to see their parents? Why were they still alive, suffering in this world....
"Revenge....."
She murmured the word, but in the next moment, she came to her senses and looked at the person in front of her with a face full of vigilance.
Just now, this person had said that he was "hired" by the World’s Will, that he was here to interfere with her destiny...
".....Revenge?"
The man mumbled to himself, and at that moment, Lu felt a chill down her spine, she felt as though she could see the end of her destiny.
Unexpectedly, the man who should have been executing her smiled instead, and he seemed quite happy.
"Revenge, huh...interesting, quite interesting. Heh, alright, it’s you then..."
Lu Ping’an straightened himself up a bit, since they were talking business, he might as well do it earnestly.
"An Xin, I stand on your side. Yes, that thing wants to kill me, we are enemies.....you don’t believe me?"
"Heh, I find such a bastard quite disagreeable, and I want to help you, believe it or not?"
At that moment, the girl nodded her head; she had been able to distinguish truth from lies since she was young...and when the man in front of her spoke of the so-called World’s Will, it was filled with nothing but malice and disdain.
".....Alright, you want revenge, do you know what to do?"
"...." The girl shook her head. How could she possibly know? She was just an ordinary village girl.
"Power, a will without power is just a joke. Only by becoming a strongman can you grasp your own destiny...the possibility of saying ’no’ to the destiny that’s been arranged for you."
Lu Ping’an didn’t use lies to deceive her; he cruelly laid out the reality.
"In my view, so-called destiny is just a variable, just a possibility that makes certain things fluctuate. And only if you have enough power, can you truly grasp your own destiny..."
"Just the premise?"
"Of course, and moreover, in order to survive and grow, you also have to follow ’Its’ arrangement, become that so-called Savior, and be Its puppet for a long time. Even more, you have to learn to hide your hatred, bury all your conversations deep in your heart."
"...So, what’s the point of you telling me all this..."
Lu Ping’an smiled, spreading his hands open; in his left hand was a deadly black radiance, and in his right hand was a bottle of the X-series Awakening Elixir.
"Of course, it’s meaningful. The starting point is very important, but I’ve always believed that ’goals’ and ’motives’ are even more significant. They will determine your direction, which path you take, and how much you’re willing to sacrifice for that path......"
"The X Potion can give you at least a sixty percent chance of safely awakening Abnormal Abilities, but most are trash abilities, and even if you’re lucky, it might reduce your potential somewhat."
"Or, you could awaken your Talent Abilities through the most brutal method using Contamination and Erosion. I will use Chaos Rules (True Words) to assault and erode you, and I will feed you a Magic Potion. Normally, it’s a certain death, but if you don’t die.....tsk tsk, the power of the Chaos Abyss is a great enemy of ’the world’."
"If you survive, during this process, please be sure to stay conscious. Your will, your desires, your love, your hate, will all become the power of your future....."
Lu Ping’an smiled and shook his head; no need to choose, her gaze had decided everything.
So, he gave her...
"Hate, hate this world, hate the destiny that has brought all this and hate It. Perhaps, this hatred will give you the chance for revenge."
Instantly, the girl’s body contorted, trembling uncontrollably on the ground, yet her eyes were still firmly fixed on him.
She still wanted to know something...
"Who am I? A mere Trader, and if you have expectations, I will meet them with a fair trade."
— End of Chapter 1191 —