Chapter 796: Look Up (1/2, Request Subscription)

Fang Yue had thought it was utterly useless, but the parchment suddenly began to slowly display a look of joy.

【Roar! Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes! Even though I lost my ability to communicate, I've fully absorbed its power!】

【Damn, it's come back to life! The parchment has risen to nobility! Stand up, great and noble Super Gold-Plus Diamond Member Parchment Lord!!】

The adorable girl in the image waved her arms and legs wildly, leaving Fang Yue utterly bewildered.

Did the parchment absorb the ability of 【Linglong Baxiang Jade Flute】?

What new ability does it have now?

Recalling the function of 【Linglong Baxiang Jade Flute】, it seemed to merely counter precognition.

But such an ability only activates when someone tries to scheme against you or uses divination to target you—it only works as a countermeasure; otherwise, it seems largely useless.

【Largely useless??】

The parchment's voice suddenly rose sharply; the text flashing in Fang Yue's mind became blindingly intense.

【Do you know that from this moment on, even immortals can no longer predict your fortune?】

【From this instant, as long as I exist, you are a person ignored by the flood of fate—a person who does not exist!】

【This means you've broken free from control… never mind, I can't explain it clearly to you. Just know this: from now on, you'll be far safer—well, at least regarding fortune, divination, and such things.】

【That old witch managed to survive to the immortal realm, didn't she? All thanks to me and the ability of 【Linglong Baxiang Jade Flute】. You have no idea how noble I am! Noble!!】

Yes yes yes, I get it, I get it… no need to shout those last two words so hard…

【No! You don't get it! I must make you understand just how powerful the great and noble Parchment Lord is now!!】

【Let me catch your fate threads… oh oh oh oh! Perfect! Someone is already using Chess Fate Art to calculate your future movements… and not just that—they're trying to entangle your fate threads with those of others…】

As soon as the parchment said this, the adorable girl in the mental image suddenly widened her eyes and sucked in a sharp breath.

【Ssshh—what a massive game! But I can't see clearly… hey, Fang Yue, wanna join the game? If you do, I'll see more clearly—but you'll plunge into even greater danger… possibly even die!】

What game? What are you talking about?

【Forget it. Judging by your expression, you don't want to be used as a pawn. I'll just sever the Chess Fate connection between you and him—he won't be able to track your threads anymore.】

Wait! First explain what's going on! Am I being used?

【Just look for yourself.】

This time, the parchment was direct.

A vision directly transmitted from it into Fang Yue's mind.

Fang Yue suddenly felt a white glow appear in his mind, blindingly vast and featureless.

This state lasted a few seconds, then, like mist parting, the white light gradually faded.

What emerged was a single dot of black ink.

The black ink bloomed upon the white surface, slowly coalescing into the shape of a tiny figure.

It was unmistakably a miniature version of himself.

Around him, dozens of black threads, like tentacles, spread outward aggressively, probing in every direction.

Counting them, there were at least hundreds—though most were faint and short, nearly negligible.

Only the slightly longer, thicker threads extended farther; some connected to nearby tiny black dots, faintly entwined, while others stretched forward endlessly, with no visible end.

Looking around, Fang Yue saw thick white fog blocking his view; apart from the nearby tiny black dots, he could barely make out anything farther away.

【Watch closely.】

At that moment, the parchment's voice suddenly sounded.

As soon as the words ended, all the threads emanating from the tiny black figure of Fang Yue froze in place.

Simultaneously, from above, a pale blue thread descended like a fishing line, precisely landing on the tiny black figure, wrapping lightly once around its neck and hanging there.

Fang Yue was confused. What did this mean? What were these things?

【The threads radiating from you are called fate threads. They connect to a person's fortune—your fate threads link to many people, but most are faint.】

【Fate threads, also called fortune threads, connect to every aspect of a person's life—most importantly, they relate to fortune and life itself!】

【Those threads extending from you represent the degree to which your fate is entangled with others'.】

【However, due to physical distance and other factors, some threads never reach the other person's 【Fortune Pearl】.】

【Since most people haven't cultivated fortune-related arts, in the 【Fate Board】, they remain nothing more than 【Fortune Pearls】 their entire lives.】

【As for your tiny black figure form—that's me fixing it up for you. Though you've never studied fortune-related arts, I'm an expert in this field!】

【Also, the 【Fate Board】 isn't real—it's a conceptual illusion.】

【The 【Fate Board】 has three rules.】

【One: Never fully trust the Fate Board.】

【Two: The Fate Board is ever-changing.】

【Three: If the fate body is destroyed, misfortune arrives.】

Wait, wait! I'm confused—Fate Board? Fate body?

So if this little black me dies, I'll invite misfortune?

【Exactly. If your fate body is damaged, you could choke on water, be choked by food—basically, you won't live long.】

…Is that really necessary?

【Then what is the pale blue thread wrapped around my neck?】

【Someone used Chess Fate Art to link your fate thread to theirs, entangling them. What happens next is uncertain, but you'll most likely be used as their pawn… look up.】

Fang Yue looked up, following the blue thread upward.

The endless white clouds above slowly parted, revealing a glimpse of something.

One glance, and Fang Yue froze in place.

For above the clouds, a tiny blue figure, entirely blue, sat with lowered brows, fishing.

The long, pale blue line wrapped around his own neck was the fishing line of one of those fishing rods!

Around the little blue figure, hundreds of even smaller, more miniature statue-figures in blue armor sat doing the very same fishing.

These statue-figures were sharply angular, vivid and lifelike, like figurines, like chess pieces, extremely exquisite, and every single one of them had an extremely thick blue line wrapped around it, just like the little blue figure.

The lines wrapped densely around the little blue figure, making him like a shepherd herding sheep, clutching so many chips and chess pieces in his hands, maintaining a posture of calm smiling.

And the fishing rod in his hand was like a casual cast, landing on Fang Yue's neck.

(End of chapter)