My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World-Chapter 437 - 377: Indeterminable Fate

"What is this?" Chichu Chun was momentarily taken aback.

Xu Xiaoyou said nothing, silently slipping the piece of paper back into the woman's hand.

The note was probably written by the woman's mother. As for the mother's fate... her complicated gaze fell upon the pile of bones beneath the woman.

The plague ravaged, the Kingdom plunged into chaos, and this mother could only nestle with her daughter, who had turned into a monster, in this cold basement until the final moment arrived.

Every moment in this world, tragedies occur, most of which are far from the epic and tragic depictions in the works of great dramatists on stage. The darkness of the times, the cold of long nights, the suffering destined from birth, and the shadows and faint light of humanity form the undertone of these stories.

Unrecorded, unsung, and forgotten.

If not for the gaze of a Mourner briefly glancing upon this corner of the world, who would have thought that a Kingdom could be destroyed by a rampant plague?

Chichu Chun also connected the dots, her eyes lowering slightly.

Every second, countless Chichu Heaven soldiers in the Four Great Tower Cities throw themselves forward to fill the bottomless abyss, sacrificing not just their youth and freedom, but their lives, all for the peace of future generations.

But after they die, who will record their stories and pass them down to the next generation?

To be buried in the stomachs of insects and forgotten is the fate of most Chichu Heaven soldiers.

"You..." Chichu Chun suddenly spoke, and upon receiving Xu Xiaoyou's glance, she seemed like she was at a loss for words.

"What's wrong?"

Chichu Chun seemed to have made a significant psychological preparation, asking, "If one day you encounter a fate you must face, what would you do?"

"I would calmly accept fate, then bring everything to an end like an Electric Whale Cutting," she answered.

Xu Xiaoyou's response surprised Chichu Chun; she spoke very calmly, without a trace of hesitation.

It was as if, long ago, the blonde girl had already pondered this question and answered it in her heart.

"If I know the fate I might face, before it arrives, I'll prepare enough chips in advance and embrace all possible costs and the final outcome. That's always been my style."

"Is that so...?" Chichu Chun stroked the mask in her hand, her gaze lingering on the Red Chestnut Flower Seal in the center of its forehead.

You seemed so open-minded, she thought.

Reflecting on herself, she found she often lost courage soon after determining to do something, giving rise to thoughts of escape.

Why was she chosen by the Chichun Shu?

Why was she Chichu Destiny, like many heroes in mythological stories, bearing the responsibility of wielding a Divine Artifact and defying God?

She was far from as strong as the "Crimson Dancer," not even a tenth as resolute, and not even Chichu Yun acknowledged her, leading to its fracture.

She only wanted to live carefree, meeting important companions in life, mutually encouraging each other on a shared journey. Whether a thrilling adventure or warm daily life, that's the future she yearned for.

She just desired to run freely under the blue sky like an ordinary girl, pursuing individuality, playing games, watching soap operas, eating from every snack stall, and after class, chastising evil and upholding justice.

She had no great ambitions or lofty ideals.

If someone could come and help her wield the Divine Artifact, relieving her of all burdens on her shoulders, and whisper in her ear, "It's alright, leave everything else to me," that would be perfect.

She really, really just wanted to be a normal girl.

Chichu Chun's mind was a chaotic mess. The nearing apocalyptic crisis, so many soldiers fighting desperately in the Four Great Tower Cities, countless hopeful gazes falling upon her, yet she wallowed in these petty thoughts. The inner guilt weighed heavier.

Then, the baby's crying drew the attention of both in the room. After the woman's death, her relaxed body had naturally expelled the unborn child.

The infant lay in the dirty yellow sheet, its body soaked in amniotic fluid, an umbilical cord still attached, skinny and tender arms waving in the air, skin so translucent the tiny blue veins were clearly visible.

It was unimaginable that the mother's unborn child had not been infected by the plague, displaying no rodent-like features whatsoever.

After a brief cry, the infant's voice became faint, its life appearing so fragile it seemed as if even a breeze would snuff it out.

Soon, the baby's breathing stopped. In this cold world, experiencing brief suffering to depart before opening its eyes was the best outcome for such a young life.

Chichu Chun stared at the life that bloomed and withered like an epiphyllum, stunned, as a question involuntarily surfaced within her heart.

Why is destiny predetermined?

The widely accepted concept of Destiny is perceived as divine mandate,

distinct from "fate" and "fortune," attributing an individual's innate traits, conditions, and characteristics to Destiny, suggesting a predetermined trajectory for life and events.

Even Xu Xiaoyou, when facing destiny, only mentioned preparing comprehensively to meet its arrival.

Confronted with this question, she couldn't even propose a dialectical view. As fortune-tellers like to say, every gift in the world comes with a price marked in the shadows. Even a power surpassing God cannot reverse entropy; the strongest life can only passively observe the universe reach its finale in the endless stream of time. Before the torrent of destiny, people are like newborns, utterly vulnerable, powerless, and insignificant.

So, why is destiny predetermined?

Chichu Chun wondered.

This is a question that defies verbal dialectics.

Of course, Xu Xiaoyou was oblivious to the turmoil in the Young Master's mind; she bent down and found a strand of blue hair on the woman's bedside.

Everything only strengthened Xu Xiaoyou's inner judgment.

Tang Xin had indeed been here.

But, it wasn't at the Oasis.

...

The once lively tavern seemed desolate now, with a melodious violin tune reverberating through the air,

sunlight slanted in, coating every strand in the air with a soft halo, twirling gracefully, the girl's deliberate dance steps crisscrossed the makeshift stage, melancholy flowing through her sapphire eyes.

The serene aura made her look like an enchanting fairy, her fingertips gently plucking the strings and also plucking each listener's heart below.

As the girl came to a halt, the sorrowful melody drifted away in the air, sparse applause echoed from below.

Sevia lifted her gown, curtsying to the audience below. Even though past memories were blurred, she had played "LaLaLand" many times. Once she bore the violin and the melody leaped within her wrist and fingers, she couldn't help but play this piece.

"Well done, play another!" Jorff Starfall, with his broad shoulders, enthusiastically cheered for her.

"Another, another!" The surrounding crowd echoed.

Sevia's eyes remained calm; she gently closed them, her delicate fingers pressing onto the bow, starting her performance once more.

A lone girl, treading such times, naturally attracted covetous glances from others.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, she cast the Stars' magic on herself so people would unconsciously overlook her dim exterior. But when the music she played arose, listeners' inner restlessness would be soothed, immersing them in the purest artistic experience, deeply moved.