Chapter 312: Chapter 284 Lucky Rabbit

The outcome for traitors is almost never good.

But there are always those who choose betrayal.

Most of them are well aware of the consequences.

Yet human nature is inherently complex.

Lin Qianxuan and Ling’Er saw the end of this traitor with their own eyes, saw him being shot dead by Chu Fan.

Chu Fan did not torture him, and even forgave him.

In that moment, what Chu Fan regretted wasn’t the betrayal itself.

Rather, he regretted not preparing his friends psychologically earlier on, not instilling a solid worldview, leading to taking steps that were too big, resulting in such an incident.

Since it had already happened, there was no use in feeling remorseful.

Instead, he needed to summarize the experience and find ways to prevent similar events from happening again.

From a certain perspective, he’d already found a path to success.

With one glance, Lin Qianxuan could already see his figure seated on the throne of the Imperial Palace in the Great Li Country two years later.

Ling’Er looked toward her Mirror Sea, and lifted a fish from it.

Her eyes grew increasingly vibrant.

She was about to complete the path from transforming from a tool into a person.

“It’s time to go,” said Lin Qianxuan.

“Mm.”

Ling’Er nodded, smiling as she looked at him, and held Lin Qianxuan’s hand.

The golden World Shuttle broke through the Chaotic Space-Time, and Lin Qianxuan searched for a suitable world, eventually choosing a Great Thousand World.

This world wasn’t small in scope, with approximately a diameter of over 100 billion light-years.

Of course, to the current Lin Qianxuan, it was so small that he could see through all its information at a glance, and even deduce the possible operations of its future billions of years.

The reason for descending here was because this world was quite interesting.

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Origin Star.

A planet that had just experienced a global nuclear war.

This civilization, which had just stepped into the atomic energy level of technology, returned overnight to the state before liberation.

Billions died until less than one percent remained, and all major regions were filled with horrifying radiation, making it impossible to rebuild civilization.

Of course, from a higher universal perspective, this was trivial.

One could even say similar things were happening every day.

Its fortune was that Lin Qianxuan planned to make a move in this place, attempting to use it to change the underlying code of this Great Thousand Universe.

…..

In the radiation-laden ruins, He Yun cautiously walked wearing a heavy protective suit.

In fact, this suit couldn’t completely block radiation.

He was still affected by radiation sickness.

But it was relatively mild.

His grandfather’s generation was the most miserable, many didn’t even live past thirty.

His father was deformed, dying at thirty-three.

His generation was slightly better, at least aside from one long and one short leg, he had no other issues.

Today was his eighteenth birthday.

Of course, besides him caring, this date was unimportant to others.

But still, he very much hoped for a gift.

So he came to this wasteland, hoping to find something good from the old times.

It’s been nearly seventy years since that world war.

The radiation levels here weren’t as exaggerated as before.

Of course, it was still unsuitable for long-term human habitation.

Having walked quite a bit, he didn’t find anything particularly desired.

But he did find some musical instruments and metal tools.

These items might have some residual radiation but could still sell for some money in the settlement.

Passing by a store, he was drawn by the sight of a plastic rabbit pendant at the store’s entrance.

Despite enduring such long exposure to the elements, it had only slightly faded.

The little rabbit was entirely white, holding a light pink heart that had “Luck” written on it.

“Good stuff, thank you for the blessing.”

He Yun carefully put it close to his body.

Hoping it would become his good luck charm.

Then with everything gathered, he headed home.

Outside, he mounted his solar power bike, slowly returning to the settlement.

The settlement was converted from a military base, surrounded by tall barbed wire, inside it was as usual, chaotic, stinky, people looking lifeless, wearing expressions like they didn’t care if they died.

A life without love?

Anyway, he was somewhat of an oddball there.

At least he truly worked hard to live, and improve his living conditions, hoping for a better life.

He only hoped to find a girl without facial deformities and marry before turning twenty, have a somewhat healthy child, and live past forty.

In that case, his child wouldn’t be like him, becoming an orphan as a teenager.

Teenage orphans were actually not too bad.

At least they counted as labor and held value for exploitation.

Those seven or eight-year-old orphans were the most tragic, barely any grew up.

He quickly returned to his dwelling.

A simple cement house.

This was the legacy left by his parents.

Though it wasn’t worth much.

Many houses here were still vacant.

Those willing to work for the base had the qualification to live there.

Outside the house, there were some fences, with a few plots of land.

Don’t misunderstand, these lands weren’t his.

He merely helped plant them.

In return, he only received a bare minimum of food for sustenance, all else had to be paid as rent to the base’s manager “Master Qu.”

This was one of the reasons he could live in this place.

Exploitation was normal.

There were also people who wanted to resist, wishing to establish better order.

But they had no guns, and Master Qu did.

By the way, Master Qu hadn’t been here long, counting not even ten years.

The order of the apocalypse was always so unstable.

Just as he prepared to enter his home, he suddenly sniffed something strange coming from his neighbor’s place.

It belonged to a big sister.

She usually took good care of him.

Though this care was quite ulterior.

He went to the door, knocked a few times, but received no response.

The smell of blood grew stronger.

He Yun retrieved a wire from his waist, skillfully inserted it into the lock hole, and opened the door.

Then cautiously gripped a weapon in his hand, slowly heading towards the bedroom.

Opening the bedroom, what meets the eye is the corpse of that big sister.

She died somewhat miserably, judging by the wounds on her body, he decided it must have been done by her client.

In fact, such things are quite common inside the base.

Women in this line of work mostly end up like this.

And women with some attractiveness basically all engage in this kind of work.

Even those without attractiveness would do such things.

Just to survive, or to live a little better.

He had also received an invitation from this big sister, but he declined.

Not because he had any principles, mainly because he was afraid of getting sick and wanted to live a few more days.

After all, life was already short, and if he caught some sort of disease, he feared he wouldn’t make it past thirty like many elders.

He put down his weapon and went forward to cover the big sister with the filthy sheet, sparing her from being exposed in an undignified state.

Underneath his calm exterior, waves surged in his heart.

A voice told him that all this should end.

And he would be the one to end it all!!!

His chest was burning. At first, he thought it was his anger that made his heart beat faster, but then he felt something strange and lifted his shirt to see a little rabbit pattern imprinted on his chest.

“No way? Not a tiger, wolf, or scorpion but a rabbit holding a heart….”

He felt his idea of joining the defense team and intimidating others for protection fees with a fierce demeanor was shattered.

Just this rabbit alone would make it hard to pass the test.

However, what exactly was it?

Almost as soon as the thought came, a line of words appeared before his eyes, the kind even a person like him, who only knew a few hundred characters, could understand.

[Detected dissipating unclaimed fate, drawing in process, gaining fate (white)*1.3.]

“Fate?”

What is this thing?

Can it help me find ten pounds of gold next time I go out?

[Activating this event requires consumption of fate (white)*0.5.]

“Hmm?”

He Yun fell silent.

He considered himself fairly smart.

Furthermore, his father had told him many strange stories.

Among them, protagonists who encountered strange events weren’t rare.

He felt he might be one of them now.

And the rabbit’s function, it seemed, was to absorb the fate of the deceased, then he could use this fate to bring himself luck events?

For now, it seemed so.

Additionally, judging by the color of the fate, does it mean it has different levels?

After all, those stories often liked to categorize items into various convoluted levels.

Like excellent, superior, legendary, epic, myth, and the like.

“Finding ten pounds of gold only costs 0.5 fate? It seems this thing is quite valuable!” He Yun muttered to himself.

His mind moved, attempting to communicate with the lucky rabbit on his chest.

“I want to encounter the person who killed the big sister on my way out.”

[Activating this event requires consumption of fate (white)*0.1.]

It didn’t seem like a big deal.

Then….

“Activate!”

After confirming in his heart, he felt something had left his body.

Then he feigned panic and swiftly went out the door.

Just as he stepped outside, he saw a figure, who also seemed to be observing this side.

However, upon seeing him look over, the figure nonchalantly turned away and walked to the other side.

The blood on his clothes was exposed.

Though it wasn’t uncommon to be stained with blood here, at least at this moment, He Yun confirmed it was him.

Even in an enclave, there were basic laws.

And they were quite simple and brutal.

In this situation, he would be taken to mine.

Nobody had ever heard of anyone coming back alive from mining.

“Kill him, and don’t get caught.” He Yun communicated to the lucky rabbit in his heart.

[Activating this event requires consumption of fate (white)*5.8.]

Is a life this expensive?

Or is he using the wrong method?

“Expose his murderous conduct to the defense team today.”

[Activating this event requires consumption of fate (white)*0.1.]

It could also result in his death, but it cost much less.

He made some guesses; fate should be a person’s luck value.

In hindsight, if he wanted to rely on luck to directly kill the target, then the target’s luck should also resist.

Hence, deducing the target’s fate should be about [5.8]?

“Wouldn’t an experiment clarify things?” He Yun murmured softly.

Time quickly turned to night.

He Yun opened a door and entered a room.

Making him fall into a deep sleep with a sweet dream cost 0.1 fate, far easier than outright killing him.

That method of directly using fate to kill was indeed a bit crude.

He Yun used the prepared handkerchief to cover the man’s mouth, then stabbed into his neck, and blood gushed out.

At the last moment, that man opened his eyes to look at He Yun, filled with disbelief.

Until the man stopped struggling, He Yun finally let go.

[Detected dissipating unclaimed fate, drawing in process, gaining fate (white)*5.2.]

Not 5.8, was there some consumption in the process?

Why did he have so much fate and still live so miserably?

Was it the total for his lifetime?

He Yun couldn’t figure it out for now, but it didn’t matter anymore.

He just felt immensely relieved at this moment.

If he had to say something.

It would be that his mind was now at peace.

“Don’t let the defense team find out I killed him this time,” He Yun said.

[Activating this event requires consumption of fate (white)*0.5.]

“Hmm? Consumption is this high? It seems I did things a bit crudely, drawing some attention, but it’s okay, activate…”

…

On a deserted island.

Lin Qianxuan’s fishing hook swayed freely in the waves, and he suddenly spoke to Ling’Er beside him: “Is there any significance to the appearance of this rabbit?”

Although the golden finger was something he made, the appearance was shaped by Ling’Er.

Lin Qianxuan was a bit curious if this appearance had any special meaning for Ling’Er?

“Cute.” Ling’Er said simply.

“It indeed is pretty cute.” Lin Qianxuan nodded in agreement.

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