Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Breaking the Fate of Death (Fourth Update)

The silver card was held between Xia’er’s fingers. As the card shattered, Xia’er’s body seemed to ignite with deep crimson flames, enveloping her form.

She was encased in the flames, yet her bedspread beneath her remained untouched.

The intense heat seemed to sear her soul. Her shadow behind her twisted and struggled in the dark red flames before slowly being covered by black fire.

Xia’er slowly raised her hand, brushing her face. The mask was not brought along; now she wore the dress she had on when she robbed the bank herself.

Her movements were still relatively free.

Unfortunately, the money bag she was holding could not be brought out. It seemed only the character’s clothing and accessories appeared with them.

Xia’er climbed onto the bed, pulled back the curtains, and opened the window beside her bed.

The dark shadow emerged from her shadow, scooped her up, and jumped down from the second floor without a sound.

Xia’er stealthily approached the alley ahead, with the dark shadow already skimming across the ground like a snake, slipping into the shadows opposite her.

Xia’er walked into the alley, while Bol, the cap-wearing stalker with a pistol in hand, stood facing away from her, his back against an endless dark shadow.

He had been startled, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move. His muscles tensed, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his throat felt constricted.

Bol had heard the footsteps behind him, but he couldn’t turn his head to look back.

He felt the gun in his hand and realized fearfully that his body was moving forward uncontrollably.

Thus, in the middle of the night, a bizarre scene unfolded.

A man, his body rigid and zombie-like, walked forward, while about twenty meters behind him followed a red-haired teenage girl.

The two maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far, slowly heading towards the Iron Hammer Bar on West Street.

Soon, Bol’s vision caught sight of the signboard of the hotel. He watched himself walk directly to the glass door of the bar and push it open.

Ding-dong —

The bell at the entrance jingled due to the opening of the door. Inside, Thomas, who was preparing to drink a potion, looked curiously toward the entrance.

“Bol? What are you doing here?!” exclaimed Thomas, spotting the gun tightly gripped in Bol’s hand. “You… you… “

Before Thomas could finish, Bol swiftly raised his right-hand pistol and pressed the hammer of the revolver with his left hand. As he swung the hammer, he pulled the trigger in rhythm.

Three bullets were fired almost simultaneously, all hitting Thomas squarely in the chest.

Thomas couldn’t say a word, stumbled backward, and fell to the ground, spitting blood and completely losing his ability to fight back.

Solari at the bar counter remained dazed. Only after a few gunshots did he slowly turn his head toward the entrance.

“Bo… Bol…” Solari mumbled, his mind still foggy, as if he were drunk and disoriented.

Bol discarded the empty pistol and drew a dagger from his waist, lunging at Solari.

As Bol lunged forward, the dazed Solari finally saw the petite red-haired girl standing behind Bol.

“You… “

Piercing through —

Two swift strikes, one to the heart and one to the throat, ended Solari’s life instantly.

Swiftly and efficiently, Solari was taken care of.

Having completed everything, Bol turned over the counter, retrieved the kerosene can used to refuel the oil lamps beneath it, and poured it over himself and Solari’s corpse.

Immediately after, he crossed back over the counter and walked toward Thomas, reaching out to search through his body.

Tap —

A withered hand suddenly grabbed onto Bol’s wrist.

Thomas, barely holding on to his last breath, looked at Bol tremblingly and asked, “Wh… Why…”

Why… It was almost successful… All I had to do was incite Solari to kill those around him and then eliminate the girl… Why…

Then, he saw Bol’s face.

The cheap, low-quality kerosene trickled down from Bol’s face, filled with fear and pain. It was impossible to tell whether the substance flowing from his eyes was kerosene or tears.

Following Bol’s body, Thomas looked behind him and saw the blurry figure of a red-haired person.

Red hair…

How could this be…

Thomas watched helplessly as his notebook and two potion bottles floated like they were flying and landed beside the girl. Bol’s body collapsed onto Thomas’s, and as the girl reached out to catch them, the oil lamp on the wall next to them shook violently and fell down.

The flames followed the trail of kerosene, spreading throughout the shop, igniting the wooden floor bit by bit. Thomas watched as the fire crept closer to him, his fear growing with every passing second…

Bang —

In an instant, when the flames met the kerosene on their bodies, a massive fire erupted, spreading along the kerosene trail towards the counter, igniting Solari in the process.

Meanwhile, Xia’er stretched lazily, putting two notebooks and two potion bottles into her arms, then turned and left.

Bang! —

The spreading kerosene ignited other barrels and kerosene cans, causing a violent explosion. The pub’s windows shattered, and lights around began to flicker on. A woman screamed.

The mastermind behind all this, Xia’er, had already turned into a small alley without even looking back.

…

Returning home from the window, Xia’er closed it, drew the curtains tight, and sat on the bed, letting out a long sigh.

It didn’t take even ten minutes.

With one swift move, Xia’er had eliminated three pests, bringing a sense of relief to her heart. Her legs swung gently on the edge of the bed as she hummed a familiar song from her past, finally allowing her tense emotions to relax.

The shadow in front of her seemed to dance to the tune she hummed, stretching its burning, ashen black form in sync with Xia’er’s mood.

Tap —

Xia’er snapped her fingers, a flash of silver light streaked across, and her waist-length hair fell. The satisfaction and anger she felt dissipated instantly. The excitement and frenzy she had been feeling returned to calmness.

“Finally, my peaceful life has returned…”

Xia’er whispered softly, leaning back slowly, and lying down on the bed.

“The host’s [Fated Death] has been removed; simulation time is re-randomized.”

“You can now explore further into the future.”

To hell with it.

Xia’er closed her eyes, continuing to enjoy the tranquility of the moment.