Chapter 30: Fate's Gift

As the most prosperous city in the entire Northern Continent, Beikelande is also the city most severely polluted by industry, with no exception.

This City of Hope, Capital of Capitals, political center of the Lu'en Kingdom, is year-round shrouded in heavy smog, just like London was called the Fog City during the first Industrial Revolution in Fengyi's memory.

However, today's Beikelande rarely has such severe smog, and in the not-so-distant sky, traces of blue sky and white clouds still appear.

Boom—

A thunderclap that shook heaven and earth rang out, yet it seemed to sound in another dimension; ordinary people in Beikelande had no reaction, continuing with their affairs, completely unaffected.

However, in this city that can be called the most unfathomable on the continent, not to say demigods are worthless and angels walk the streets, but powerful beings of high sequence are also a dime a dozen.

At the moment the thunderclap rang out, the royal family, major churches, major secret organizations, and some old immortals; one by one, high-sequence extraordinary beings above demigod instinctively looked toward a certain direction.

However, aside from some special existences, most extraordinary beings merely showed a look of confusion, not understanding what had happened.

In front of the ice cream shop.

Fengyi's gaze also turned toward the direction where the smog was thinnest, which was the direction from which the thunderclap sounded.

There appeared to be nothing there, but after Fengyi's eyes accommodated Fuxi's status, they underwent a great transformation, able to faintly see the traces of fate and the cosmic order.

In his eyes, that area seemed shrouded in a layer of hazy night, as if everything had been concealed.

Not far from Fengyi, at a remote street, the ground now bore an exaggerated trace.

That trace resembled a person lying there, except that at this moment it had turned to ashes.

"Night Goddess, Amanixisi."

"Storm Lord, Lieadeoluo."

"And."

Fengyi withdrew his gaze from the distance and fixed it on the chubby-cheeked, innocent-looking little boy before him, a name automatically surfacing in his mind:

Wil Angseding!

This is the Sequence 1 Great Angel of the Monster Path, the Fate Serpent!

The Monster Path, also known as the Fate Path, is the most special among the twenty-two sequence paths—a lone, solitary sequence with no adjacent paths—called the Fate Incarnation, just as fate exists objectively and alone.

And Fengyi's certainty about this comes not only from inferring information from the original work, but more importantly, in his eyes that can faintly perceive the threads of fate, the little boy before him has behind him a great serpent emanating the aura of fate.

It is a silver-white great serpent, its body etched with various weathered and inscrutable symbols and markings, head to tail connected, as if to form a complete cycle.

However, at this moment it seems to be lacking something, unable to reach a perfect state.

"Wil!"

Looking at the little boy before him, Fengyi's eyes flickered with a thoughtful expression as he softly asked, "Did you deliberately lure me here?"

"Mm."

The little boy, namely Wil Angseding, nodded, seeming not at all surprised that Fengyi knew his name.

Moreover, though his face is clearly childish, his tone carries a hint of ethereality as he said, "Everything is the choice of fate!"

"Fate."

Speaking that name softly, Fengyi's heart seemed to gain a somewhat different understanding.

After a moment, Fengyi casually pointed at the distant sky and softly asked, "What happened there?"

Wil glanced at the distant sky, his eyes like a child's, showing a hint of displeasure as he softly said, "A troublemaker who likes to cause chaos has come to Beikelande, and the lord of this place does not welcome Him, so I followed fate's guidance and meddled a bit with fate's course."

"Troublemaker."

Looking at the sky where all traces had vanished, an image of a figure fond of wearing a monocle rose in Fengyi's mind.

The Angel King of the Erroneous Path, Adam's 'brother'.

Amon!

They actually dare to come to Beikelande, the city most watched by the gods?

This thought arose in his mind, and Fengyi's spiritual sense twitched slightly.

The arrival of this Angel King probably concerns me.

Adam!

This name again automatically surfaced in Fengyi's heart, making him increasingly confident in some inner feeling, while also involuntarily giving rise to a sense of urgency.

"It seems my earlier feeling was correct—not only is this world not quite right, but Adam is not quite right either."

As thoughts turned in his mind, Fengyi redirected his gaze to the little boy before him, a gentle smile appearing on his face as he softly said, "Wil, would you like me to treat you to ice cream?"

As he spoke, Fengyi's heart stirred; Fuxi's status and concept took hold, and he faintly felt a connection with Wil before him, a very familiar sensation, unconsciously drawing a wisp of the Yellow Earth Altar's energy within his heart-mind.

In the next instant, his eyes turned a pale gold, filled with endless majesty and divinity, while ancient, mysterious patterns faintly appeared on his body.

Hum

Sensing Fengyi's change, Wil Angseding, who had been like a little child, also underwent an aberration in an instant.

His form did not change, but within him a faint madness radiated, mixed with a hint of coldness and bloodlust.

And symbols and markings appeared on his body, seemingly forming a perfect cycle with each other.

At the same time, his eyes turned silver-white, carrying a hint of indifference, as if before him, everything in the world were equal and insignificant.

However, the moment his silver-white eyes met Fengyi's pale gold ones, a majestic figure with a human body and dragon tail reflected in Wil Angseding's spirit, making his mind and soul tremble violently as he instantly lowered his head.

Tears streamed from his eyes, yet his face showed a hint of joy, as if he had finally received some revelation of fate, sensing an opportunity tied to his future destiny.

The next moment, he obediently gave a slight nod.

At this time, that sense of indifference in his eyes faded somewhat, as if he had gained a bit more humanity.

Passersby came and went around them, yet no one noticed the two's changes, as if they were in another world.

"Good."

Fengyi rubbed Wil's head, chuckling as he said, "All right, wait, Uncle will go buy it for you right away."

After saying that, Fengyi turned and walked toward the nearby shop.

Watching Fengyi's back, Wil let out a breath, his face still showing a hint of joy and reverence.

However, the next moment, this reverent expression disappeared, and his little face lit up with the happy expression of a child about to receive a new gift.

A moment later, Feng Yi walked out, holding an ice cream that looked very tempting.

Looking at the ice cream in his hand, Weir's spirit constantly trembled, his eyes showing an indescribable longing.

Approaching Weir, feeling his gaze, Feng Yi didn't do much else, smiling as he handed him the ice cream, his tone somewhat inexplicably saying: "Weir, this is the fate I give you in return; it just happens to dispel the heat in your heart and satisfy your desire."

"Thank you, uncle."

Weir's face showed delight, then he carefully took the ice cream and eagerly began to eat it.

The moment the ice cream entered his mouth, Weir's big eyes instantly narrowed, his face full of enjoyment.

At the same time, the symbols and brands on his body also dissipated, his aura seeming to have undergone some kind of baptism.

"Let's go!"

Seeing this, Feng Yi's eyes showed a hint of contemplation, vaguely understanding something.

Afterward, he glanced again at the distant place where the Thunderbolt on a Sunny Day had once sounded, taking this fateful snake and leaving the place.

As they walked, Weir's aura continually changed; the deep-seated madness and indifference within him seemed to have been mostly dispelled, his whole person becoming increasingly gentle, like a true ten-year-old child.

(End of chapter)