“I don’t want to die.”
“But I am about to die now.”
“I feel so sad.”
Chen Chang Sheng felt very sad and his eye sockets were a little red. He thought he would cry, but he discovered that ever since he controlled emotion and was unwilling to die, he forgot how to cry. With this, he felt even more sad. Then he unimaginably calmed down.
“I appreciate that you didn’t eat me right away. Although this may not be your true intent, you let me finish these words, so I want to thank you. I really want to live, so even though it’s very funny, but please allow me to fight you at last.”
After speaking the last sentence, he raised the little sword in his hand and faced the black dragon.
He thought silently in his mind: death, come!
Let’s fight.
Like the past years.
The black dragon slowly came to him and a cold hurricane echoed in the vast underground dimension. Its body was way too huge, so a slight move would cause the world to change.
Unimaginable coldness came to Chen Chang Sheng’s body.
His eyelashes were frosted again, and he felt like the blood in his body was about to be frozen.
Death was before his eyes.
Yet he felt a calmness that he never had before, even relief.
After ten, the shadow of death and terrifying pressure that always followed him disappeared.
He felt light and comfortable. Being without pressure was such a nice feeling.
He finally understood how to defeat the fear carried by death. The solution was only death itself.
He laughed as the frost on his eyelashes spreaded out like a white flower.
Master, do you see that?
I am about to change my fate.
You said I will die at twenty.
Now, even though I am not fifteen yet, I am about to die.
Fate is actually not undefeatable.