Colonial Suit

The fish struggled on the end of the fishing rod, seeping out traces of fresh blood.

Blood瞳's pupils suddenly contracted. He saw…

Just a moment ago, the fish was simply leaping out of the water, a perfectly normal action. But a stream of water suddenly surged up in the wave, pushing it directly towards the fishing rod... Was it a coincidence, or something else?

Blood瞳 couldn't be sure, but one thing was undeniable: the fish had been skewered on the fishing rod.

Staring at the still struggling fish, Blood瞳's face darkened. He raised his head, his gaze cast towards the vast sea.

This was just one fish, but how many more fish were there beneath this ocean? Were all the fish swimming freely, leaping happily out of the sea? For them, this was just the simplest, most instinctive movement. But who knew if, in the instant they leapt out of the sea, a sudden splash of water would appear?

Fishing isn't fishing.

It's fate.

Blood瞳 suddenly felt a tremor from the depths of his soul, feeling incredibly cold.

Fate!!

This wasn't the first time he had encountered this word. From the refugees of the apocalypse, from his Sect Master Hencel, from Leia's mouth, he had heard this word more than once. For this reason, he constantly honed himself, training with hellish intensity. He wanted to obtain the power to control fate, and gradually he became stronger. His spirit, will, experience, and even his instincts grew in repeated trials. From a tiny ant, he grew into a powerful Meteor-class warrior.

Blood瞳 had more than once believed that he could change fate, that he had mastered fate. But only today, after seeing the fish skewered on the fishing rod, did he clearly realize that he was still a fish waiting to leap out of the water.

Perhaps, he was only a little stronger than ordinary fish...

"You…" Blood瞳 felt his throat was a little hoarse, and asked with difficulty, "Who are you?"

"Me?" The old fisherman shook the fishing rod, throwing the speared fish back into the water. He answered as if in a dream, "Can't you see that I'm a fisherman?"

"But you know how to fish," Blood瞳 said something stupid.

Of course, fishermen know how to fish. But fishermen don't know how to fish. If this sentence were said in the past, Blood瞳 would definitely think his head had been hit and was twitching. But after seeing that scene just now, he knew that even if his head hadn't been hit, it was already twitching.

Fishermen know how to fish. But they can't decide fate. And they certainly can't catch a fish with a fishing rod without a fishing line.

Even if that fish is a stupid fish.

So Blood瞳 could only silently stand behind the fisherman, watching him extend the fishing rod towards the sea again.

The waves surged, and the sea tide rushed towards the reef, making a thunderous sound. The old fisherman waited quietly, his wrinkled old face covered with the vicissitudes of time.

He was waiting, waiting for the next fish to leap out of the water. He had waited a long time, and had also waited for the result. But he still had to wait, because this was fate, the fate of the fish, and also his…

Time passed little by little. On this vast coast, both Blood瞳 and the old fisherman seemed to have lost interest in talking. Behind them, nearly a hundred exclusive warriors and Robbie and others stood quietly, like a group of wooden sculptures.

The sun set, and the sun rose again…

One day after another.

Blood瞳 didn't move, and neither did the old fisherman. They stood on this reef, watching the tide rise and fall, listening to the sound of the sea. The slightly fishy sea breeze blew across their faces, lifting their hair. Unconsciously, Blood瞳 felt that his body no longer existed. The burning life that had troubled him was far away from him, his body stiffened, and he no longer felt anything. In the cool sea breeze, he seemed to have only his soul left, watching the world from a third person's perspective for the first time.

Beneath his feet was the vast ocean, endless waves. He and the old fisherman stood on the reef by the sea, as small as ants. Zooming out, Blood瞳 expanded from the ocean to the entire dynasty, seeing tiny figures one by one. Some of these figures were farmers, some were officials, and some were scholars and beautiful concubines. They were each busy with their own affairs, the farmers tilling the fields, the officials doing their jobs, and the scholars studying hard...

Everyone had their own mission, constantly carrying it out. Perhaps for them, this was called life. But in Blood瞳's eyes, he clearly saw inexplicable trajectories.

These trajectories had countless intersections and countless futures, but they were related to everyone's life. Perhaps the person involved didn't know the existence of the trajectory, but they still proceeded according to the trajectory. Without exception…

The field of vision zoomed out again, and Blood瞳 saw the ocean again, and countless fish. They also had trajectories.

Zooming in, he saw the entire planet, also covered with trajectories.

The universe is full of trajectories.

Zooming in again…

A burst of severe pain attacked, waking him up. Blood瞳 was surprised to find that his whole body was soaked in sweat, and even a little blood was oozing from his temples. A burst of dizziness surged into his mind, making him feel sick to his stomach.

When he raised his head again, the fisherman was still a fisherman, and the sea was still the sea. Where were the trajectories? The only things that existed were a fisherman with tattered clothes, a hard and smooth reef, and… a fishing rod without a fishing line…

Blood瞳 finally understood that the reason why the fish leapt out of the water was not because it was hyperactive, but because it wanted to see its own trajectory. Because for it, the ocean was its world, but what about outside this world? It wanted to see the scenery outside the world, wasn't it also wanting to break free from fate?

It just wouldn't know that even if it made more efforts, there would still be an invisible trajectory behind its tail. But this didn't prevent its choice, because it was doing it. This was a fish's struggle.

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A small person's struggle.

Suddenly, Blood瞳 thought of Lesterro's chessboard again. His chess pieces were perhaps like this fish, confined to their own world. They would never think of things outside their world in their entire lives. Because this was the fate of the chess pieces, and to get rid of such a fate, they would be skewered on the fishing rod.

But why did his battle back then allow a chess piece to jump out of the chessboard?

Blood瞳 suddenly thought of this scene, and his heart twitched violently. When he looked up again, he felt the existence of his body again…

It hurt so much, all over his body, spirit, everywhere hurt, everywhere was painful. But Blood瞳's heart was excited, because he had finally found an answer. A question that had troubled him for a long time, with no result.

Can fate be changed?

Can chess pieces jump out of the chessboard?

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the old fisherman beside him.

"Lord Boya!"

"Huh? What are you saying?" The old fisherman opened his dim eyes and asked in a daze. His appearance was truly like that of an old, confused old man.

But Blood瞳 didn't talk nonsense with him, but suddenly waved his hand. The edge of his palm swept across the old fisherman's neck like a knife.

In the next moment, the old fisherman's head flew off his neck, rolling up into the sky.

"It's time to wake up… from this nightmare!"

Blood瞳 said in a deep voice, his eyes flashing with bright light! Welcome you to , your support is my greatest motivation.)

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