Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 866: The Chessboard of Destiny, a Crazy Game

The chessboard of fate, a crazy game

Standing in that empty space, Feng Jing felt deeply the fragmentation of his consciousness. He looked around at the once-familiar images of Feng Jing, which flashed through the cracks of time and space. It was as if each Feng Jing was another possible version of him, and these countless versions of him were experiencing the same cycle, repeating similar mistakes.

At this moment, Feng Jing finally realized that this wasn't just the shackles of fate, but an endless game. He had once believed he was playing against fate, that he could transcend everything, but he never realized that he was just a pawn in this game, and that the one controlling his fate was the invisible, irresistible "player."

"Look, you've never truly escaped," the voice echoed again, tinged with sarcasm. "You once thought you were omnipotent, that you could change everything, break free from the shackles of fate. But you forgot that every decision you made was already determined on the chessboard of fate. Your so-called rebellion is nothing more than an illusion, a self-consolation."

Feng Jing's heart began to beat violently again, nearly leaping out of his chest. He scanned the surrounding void, searching for a clue to escape. However, all he saw were the same images of Feng Jing, the same endless cycle. He understood that he couldn't escape this deadlock.

"The chessboard of fate, the game of fate..." Feng Jing murmured self-deprecatingly, "It turns out I've been playing a game that has no end, and even the rules of the game can't be changed."

Just when he thought he had been completely crushed, Feng Jing suddenly felt a strong force that did not belong to this space. That force came from the abyss, from nothingness, as if there was an invisible hand at the other end of the universe, guiding him in a completely new direction.

"Did you think you would remain stuck in this vortex?" the voice said impatiently. "You are nothing more than a pawn of fate, and now you finally understand that your fate is nothing more than someone else's game."

Feng Jing was shocked. He realized that he had never considered that perhaps all this did not belong to him at all, but to that unreachable "player behind the scenes." He was just a small part of that great cosmic change, and he didn't even know who that "player" was.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's heart trembled—he realized that fate had never left him. From the moment he was born, it had been deeply rooted in his consciousness, woven into everything about him. The so-called rebellion, the so-called struggle, were all self-imposed illusions, the constraints of fate he could not escape.

But at the same time, he also understood a more terrifying truth: Feng Jing's entire existence—all his choices, all his actions, all his thoughts—may no longer belong to him, but were created by a more powerful and ancient being. Behind all this, perhaps there is an unknown conspiracy, or even the fundamental secret of the existence of the universe.

"If I'm not the true master, what else can I do?" Feng Jing muttered to himself, almost collapsing. But at this moment, a crazy idea suddenly flashed through his mind. He felt dizzy, as if a crack had been torn at the edge of his consciousness.

"Perhaps, I can change the rules." Feng Jing's eyes grew firm, his resolve becoming incredibly powerful. "If I can't transcend fate, then I'll let fate serve me from now on. I'm no longer a pawn on the board, but the builder of it."

He began to use his consciousness to reshape this space and reweave the invisible web of fate. Feng Jing's thoughts quickly transformed into power, and the images of Feng Jing that once hovered in the air began to distort, as if the texture of time and space became blurred and unstable under his control.

"The chessboard of fate?" Feng Jing let out a strange smile. "Then let's start this game over again!"

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness underwent a dramatic shift. No longer a plaything of fate, he became the master of the game. His power was no longer confined to his own consciousness, but transcended the limitations of time and space, spreading into the endless universe. His consciousness gradually expanded, traversing countless worlds and entering countless parallel time and space, as if his will had already overshadowed the entire fabric of the universe.

However, just when Feng Jing felt he had finally broken free from the shackles of fate and become the master of the universe, a powerful force like a storm hit him. This force did not come from outside, but from deep within Feng Jing's heart. He realized that there was still a deeper secret behind all this.

"This isn't what you think." The voice sounded again, carrying a hint of threat that couldn't be ignored. "You think you're in control of the game, but you're actually being manipulated by another, more powerful force."

Feng Jing's eyes widened, a flicker of fear crossing his consciousness. He suddenly felt an overwhelming force consuming everything within him, as if the very fabric of the universe were repelling him, and all existence was beginning to crumble. The world he had created, the destiny he had reshaped, began to vanish into the endless void, like a vast dream gradually disintegrating.

"Do you think you can escape fate?" The voice was filled with endless indifference, as if mocking Feng Jing's ignorance. "Fate has long been deeply embedded in your nature. You are just a part of it and cannot escape it."

Feng Jing felt a sharp pain, and his consciousness began to shake violently, as if everything was crumbling. He tried to resist, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not change his fate, which bound him tightly. He began to realize that no matter how hard he tried, the cycle of fate would never end.

"Then..." Feng Jing's voice was a little hoarse, and his consciousness seemed to be collapsing. "Is this all my fate?"

"Yes." The voice finally gave the final answer, "This is the ultimate script of fate, and you can never escape it."

Chapter 867: Fragments of the Universe, Behind the Reversal