radicalducati Chapter 200 Radiation of Fate
Chapter 200 Radiation of Fate
Chapter 200 Radiation of Fate
Chris is now all alone.
He had nothing but a book titled "A Guide to Determining Fate".
Perhaps this book could earn him a few silver coins, allowing him to board a ship bound for the frozen continent.
But now, he would never give up on this book, no matter what.
Therefore, in order to raise the boarding fee, perhaps he should carefully plan a scam to swindle enough money.
However, there is no time for that now; those green-eyed people must be looking for him.
If Pasamakodi catches him, this furious chieftain might even go so far as to widow his own sister.
They also want to cut off Chris's head.
So these days, Chris doesn't even dare to stay in hotels. He can only huddle in a street corner, covering his face, like a beggar.
Of course, lack of money is another reason; perhaps he has already become a true beggar.
It would be extremely difficult for him to both hide and commit fraud, especially given his current appearance of missing half an ear and eye, which makes it even harder for him to gain the trust of ordinary people.
The longer he stays in Tongue Harbor, the greater the chance that Passamacodi will find him.
Chris needs to find a way to get to the frozen continent as soon as possible.
He placed his hopes on the book, and also on the abilities he possessed.
After studying "The Guide to Destiny" for some time, Chris felt he had gained a slight understanding of how to use the powers described in the book.
Interpreting fate is just one way to use this power.
Chris can use it to influence his senses, thereby enabling him to distinguish which people or things are involved.
It may have a greater impact on the world.
This technique had helped Chris before; he often used it to check for hidden surveillance.
If he applied this power to his eyes, he could feel as if the world was enveloped by clusters of energy.
Individuals with high ability density can even influence the fate of other individuals.
Chris calls it, Destiny Radiation.
After observing and summarizing for this period of time, Chris concluded that there were two patterns.
Fate always radiates outwards, and the positive or negative direction of this radiation is unpredictable.
Chris is now planning to take advantage of this characteristic.
As long as Chris can find an individual with a high intensity of that fate radiation, get close to them, and make contact, his future trajectory will definitely change by passively being affected by the radiation.
However, there is a drawback: radiation cannot distinguish between positive and negative, which means that he does not know whether the feedback he receives is good or bad.
Take that know-it-all for example. Chris once used this method to observe him and found that his radiation level was extremely high. Chris couldn't even find a second person in the city who could compare to him.
However, the ending is that Chris, under the influence of the other party, falls back into the cycle of fate.
But this time, he doesn't intend to consider those things.
Already trapped in the cycle, why should he fear anything more?
Besides, he had already received a hint from fate.
Chris firmly believed that fate would pave the way for him, and all he had to do was take the first step.
So he turned up his collar, walked out of the damp, dark, and cramped alley, and stepped onto the sun-drenched stone-paved avenue.
Then he concentrated the energy in his body on his only remaining right eye, trying to use it to peer into the fates of others.
At a glance, there might be some conspicuously burly men among them, but the intensity of their radiant energy is not much different from that of an ant.
Chris chuckled through his nose. Indeed, all beings are bound by fate, only able to walk on the path set out for them by destiny, unable to deviate even slightly.
"Only I," Chris couldn't help but curl his nose, "Christopher Gamma, is worthy of using fate as a weapon!"
Despite his triumph, Chris didn't forget that he still hoped to find someone whose influence could distort the fates around him, and through that person's influence, he could embark on a path to advancement.
Chris searched all day, and it wasn't until evening that he finally saw such a person at the dock.
The radiation intensity emanating from that person was comparable to that of an all-knowing expert!
He had a premonition that this person was the one he was looking for.
The other person was wearing a camel-colored pure wool cloak, with the hood covering their head.
He had narrow shoulders but was very tall; Chris bet the man looked very thin from the front.
At that moment, the man was standing under a sailboat, talking to a sailor, who might be a first mate or even the captain.
So, this person is discussing boarding arrangements?
Chris should be even more convinced that this person can definitely get him to the frozen continent.
He had nearly traveled to the frozen continent many times, been kidnapped by slave traders, and searched for Western pottery, but to this day, he has never set foot on that land that people say is the coldest.
Perhaps he had no connection with that land, but that's not actually the case.
Chris was convinced that he would become the king there. The elders of the cold land were kings!
Chris stopped thinking about it, walked towards the man, and coughed behind him.
The man turned around, and Chris was able to see his delicate face and fair skin.
Her bright eyes were like the moon, and her delicate ears were like snow pears.
Is this a woman? And such a stunningly beautiful one at that!
The little lamb paled in comparison to her, and his green-eyed wife left him speechless.
Bah! How could those two sluts compare to the woman in front of me!
Although this woman looked to be over thirty years old.
Chris smiled and greeted him with a standard curtsy:
"Beautiful lady, may I have a moment's rest?"
The woman glanced at Chris with cold eyes, her tone full of arrogance and disdain:
"What's up?"
The woman uttered only one word, and Chris could tell from her accent that she was a foreigner.
Chris had seen many foreigners who liked to wear hoods, but most of them were from the frozen continent.
After discovering this, Chris asked:
"Could it be that Miss plans to travel to the Eternal Frozen Continent?"
The woman squinted and didn't speak, but Chris could tell that he had hit the nail on the head.
He continued, "It's not safe for women to board the ship. You may not realize it, but I have extensive sailing experience, and I can teach you some precautions for free."
Upon hearing this, the other party gave a disdainful smile:
"If I'm not mistaken, you plan to impart this knowledge to me in bed?"
"Oh my goodness, what a huge misunderstanding! I had absolutely no such intention!"
Chris put on an incredulous expression.
"I'm just trying to be helpful. I'll definitely go to a normal place. Of course, if you think that teaching in bed is a good option, I'll certainly go to the trouble."
"I don't need your help," the woman said, no longer looking directly at Chris.
After saying that, the woman turned and moved forward on the diving board.
Most women are naive and easily deceived.
But a woman who can venture out on her own must have a lot of experience, and cannot be dealt with by a lie made up on the spot.
In the past, Chris would probably have given up by now to avoid wasting his breath.
But time is precious to him right now, and he believes in the guidance of fate.
So Chris chased after him: "Even if you don't want to hear it, you can still—"
"What can it do?" Chris blurted out immediately.
"Can you hire me?"
The woman looked at Chris again: "Hire you? Hire you for what?"
As long as Chris is willing to engage in dialogue, he has not yet been completely defeated.
"I told you, the deck is a man's arena, and sea voyages are dangerous for women. Can I protect you?"
"Protect me? You?" Woman Mountain laughed and retorted, "A one-eyed dragon missing an ear?"
"Oh, miss, don't judge a book by its cover," Chris boasted. "I have the experience and ability to protect you."
"But I couldn't see even the slightest difference."
With that, the woman walked forward again, leaving Chris behind.
"Besides, I'm safe. A group of men manipulating the cables can't hurt me."
After listening, Chris knew his persuasion had failed, but he was still unwilling to give up. He instinctively said:
"Then let me serve you."
Serve? Serve what?
Chris had no idea what he was saying; his request was utterly unconvincing.
The woman stopped again, and this time she asked directly:
"What exactly do you want to do? What is your purpose?"
Upon hearing this, Chris began to ponder what this woman wanted and what kind of purpose would persuade her.
But Chris couldn't figure out that fraud is not a simple act; it requires gathering intelligence in advance, designing scripts and even scenarios to achieve the desired effect and profit from it.
However, the woman in front of Chris didn't understand him at all, and he had no idea how to persuade her.
If this were a typical woman, Chris could certainly cater to her tastes.
But the person in front of him was no ordinary person.
He couldn't think of a good answer right away, and the woman certainly wouldn't wait for him.
Chris had no choice but to confess: "I want to be on the same boat as you. I want to go to the frozen continent, but right now I'm penniless."
The woman turned back and glared at Chris: "I never give alms to homeless people."
“This is not charity, it is employment,” Chris said. “I told you, I will serve you along the way, and I will stand up for you if you encounter any danger.”
Yes, Chris certainly would, but if the situation turns against him, he would also turn against him.
"I don't need you, Qigong. Get lost and don't talk to me again," the woman said. "I won't hire a useless person."
"Maybe it'll work?" Chris continued trying. "I can prove it. How do you want me to prove it?"
Chris could tell the woman was losing patience, but she still said something:
"Although I know it's a waste of time—I'm looking for a boat, and if you can provide any clues, I'm willing to give you some reward."
"What kind of ship?" Chris asked hastily.
"A ship with two huge discs on its bow—"
If Chris has any regrets, it's that he didn't kill that kid whose name he still doesn't know.
If he could kill that kid, perhaps he could more easily achieve his destiny.
He won't fall into the current cycle again, even now.
Chris had a chance to kill the kid, just a second off. If he had been able to fire the crossbow bolt smoothly, he would have killed him.
But on that occasion, he was disturbed by a ship that suddenly appeared.
Chris could never forget the frustration he felt at the time, and he also remembered what the boat looked like.
Doesn't that ship have two huge discs on its bow?
That ship fired a missile at the slave ship Chris was on at the time.
"Giant Arrow!"
Upon hearing this answer, the woman in front of him stiffened, her eyes filled with a strange look.
She began to look Chris in the eye and said:
"Go on."
"That ship could launch giant arrows, a technology from the Far East," this was the information the slave trader told Chris. "At the time, that ship was lingering in the Weeping Canyon!"
"Do you know whose ship that is?"
It was that giant arrow that saved Chris's life on Goddess Island, the pirate's lair.
Through conversations among the pirate leaders, he also learned the origins of the ship:
"That's the navigator's ship. He was the discoverer of the New World, the master of the Clown Islands. His name is," Chris desperately tried to recall what Chief Riley had said, "Henry!"
"I really didn't expect you to know—"
The woman muttered a couple of things under her breath, then looked up at Chris. "What else do you know?"
"Of course there's much more," and could make up even more, "but, miss, intelligence is sometimes more valuable than gold, and I think you must be missing an assistant right now."
The woman stared at Chris for a moment, then turned her head forward and stepped onto the boarding board.
But a crisp sound drifted from beneath her cloak:
"Keep up."
Weigh anchor.
Set sail.
This was a heavy trading ship, bulky and with rather sleek lines. Of all the longships Chris had ever sailed on, this was undoubtedly the slowest.
The captain said that this ship mainly deals in high-end furniture, so it has high capacity requirements.
The sailors on board were all experienced men who were skilled at maneuvering the cabin and sails, allowing the ship to move in the direction most suited to the wind.
But they had to take a detour.
Heading north would undoubtedly be the shortest route to the permafrost continent, but Chris had also heard about the situation on Insole Island.
Now, countless warships have gathered near that island, restricting any civilian vessels from approaching or leaving.
No one knew what the purpose of those ships gathering was, and this ship would absolutely not dare to violate that rule.
The captain said they would first sail northeast into the Weeping Gorge.
Then they will turn northwest and eventually land on the eastern coast of the permafrost continent.
Chris remembered that the eastern coast of the frozen continent was basically part of the Eastern Community.
The woman asked Chris about the Navigator and his longship, and Chris revealed all the information he had.
In order to please women, Chris also made up a lot of stories based on their feedback.
Chris also asked the woman:
Why do you need a navigator?
The woman's answer was brief but firm:
"revenge."