Chapter 1582: Chapter 615 Unraveling Destiny
Among the people here, aside from Yan Fei, no one truly understood the terrifying power of Destiny. They had no idea how horrifying Destiny could be. If Yan Fei were to tell them that Destiny could effortlessly obliterate entire buildings and even wipe out everyone inside, they would likely lose all confidence, turn tail, and flee—or worse, they’d surrender, crying and begging to beco Destiny’s subordinates.
Yan Fei wouldn’t disclose such a despairing truth at this critical mont, lest it shatter their morale. He still needed these people to buy him ti against Destiny, allowing him to finalize his preparations for the assault. Before departure, Yan Fei had utilized the Auxiliary Brain’s technology extrapolation system for a detailed analysis, in which 99.99% of the simulated outcos ended with Yan Fei being eliminated by Destiny. However, there existed one singular thod to kill Destiny—but it required many sacrificial pawns to delay Destiny.
In Yan Fei’s plan, apart from “Who Am I” and Captain China, everyone else in the God-level Elite Team could be treated as disposable pawns. Thus, despite the grudges he held against many of them during the journey here—grudges that had made him furious—he hadn’t revealed his intentions or turned on them. He was waiting for this precise mont.
Yan Fei possessed confidence in his ability to defeat Destiny, but he had also prepared for the possibility of failure. If he were to perish, the arrangents he had left behind in the outside world would activate, ensuring that Dream Island wouldn’t plunge into chaos due to his death. Most importantly, Lu Pingping and Yang Qi would find safety within the Dreamland Cave World, shielded from any mortal danger.
As hostility hung thick between the group and Destiny, “Who Am I” suddenly stepped forward, perford a gentlemanly bow toward Destiny, who stood atop the high platform, and said, “Respected Mr. Destiny, I sense a distinct aura in you, identical to that of soone I once knew. It’s clear you hail from the sa place as her. May I inquire about her whereabouts?”
Destiny looked at “Who Am I” and replied, “Fascinating. You are a peculiar lifeform entirely unlike the rest. On you, I see truly remarkable traits. Just as you ntioned, I too perceive a unique aura in you—indicating a close connection between you and my predecessor. The person you’re inquiring about must be the prior iteration of Destiny.”
“Who Am I” said, “Respected Mr. Destiny, I have a question. Is Miss Ye Su, whom I knew, truly the forr Destiny? Where is she now?”
Only Yan Fei had shared information about Ye Su with “Who Am I,” and only he knew that Ye Su was the previous Destiny. The rest of those present were hearing this astonishing revelation for the first ti. To them, Destiny was eternal, unchanging—they had never imagined there was a notion of an original Destiny. They imdiately pricked up their ears, eager to unearth more secrets and insights about the Destiny Organization.
Destiny cast a glance at the other God-level experts below and said calmly, “Although you’ve co here to kill , I know your minds are filled with questions. Since you’ve managed to reach this point and confront , it ans we’re connected by fate to so degree. Thus, I’ll allow each of you to ask one question, which I’ll answer truthfully.”
Destiny’s gaze returned to “Who Am I” and, under his expectant stare, he said, “Ye Su… She was indeed the forr Destiny. From the dawn of human civilization until two thousand years ago, she controlled the trajectory of all history during that period.”
“Who Am I” asked, “Then, where is she now?”
Destiny replied, “Ye Su committed an egregious error. She lost her status as Destiny and will never reappear here again. It’s certain: you will never see her again.”
“Who Am I” had always yearned to uncover Ye Su’s whereabouts and reunite with her. Yet Destiny’s assertion dashed all hopes of eting her again. Upon hearing this devastating news, one might expect “Who Am I” to be overwheld with grief. However, he picked up on a critical detail in Destiny’s response: Ye Su, while stripped of her role, was still alive. So long as she hadn’t died, “Who Am I” believed that one day he could reunite with her.
This realization imbued “Who Am I” with renewed determination, and he said, “Respected Mr. Destiny, the Western Church was founded by Ye Su. What was her purpose in creating this organization?”
Destiny said, “I promised to answer only one question per person. But since this question overlaps sowhat with your prior inquiry, I’ll indulge you. Yes, the Western Church was Ye Su’s instrunt to reshape the Western World. Unfortunately, before she could fully perfect the organization, she made a grave mistake, rendering the church incapable of fulfilling its intended purpose.”
“Who Am I” considered for a mont before asking, “Respected Mr. Destiny, could you help restore my mory? I wish to regain it so I can inherit Ye Su’s legacy and assist in rebuilding the Western Church.”
Destiny replied, “Your current question isn’t related to your previous ones. However, given the faint connection we share, I’ll grant you half an answer as an exception. For , restoring your mory is a trivial matter. But I won’t do it, for I never engage in actions devoid of aning.”
“Who Am I” initially wanted to ask why restoring his mory lacked aning but recalled Destiny’s earlier remarks. As a true gentleman, he refrained from further questioning, executed another impeccable gentlemanly bow to Destiny, and stepped back, abandoning his pursuit of answers.
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