Chapter Two: The Star Lord of Fate and the Celestial Officer Wang Lingguan

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The blood-red hue spread across the entire private room, engulfing everything within. Yet, in that moment, time seemed to freeze—neither Yang Sheng nor the surging blood flowed; all was suspended in an instant.

Behind Yang Sheng, the space flickered, and two figures materialized out of thin air.

One was a greasy, sleazy fat man, dressed in wrinkled oversized shorts and a faded red tank top, on which the words "Red Star Fertilizer Factory" could still faintly be seen.

He wore oil-stained glasses so filthy that his eyes behind them were barely discernible.

The fat man occasionally scratched himself inside his pants, then instinctively brought his hand to his nose for a sniff.

The other was a tall, burly middle-aged man, nearly two meters in height, clad in camouflage pants and an army green sleeveless undershirt.

Muscles bulging across his body, his head resembled a boiled egg, completely bald and devoid of eyebrows or beard, radiating an intensely fierce aura, reminiscent of a demonic muscle warrior.

Looking at Yang Sheng’s back, the burly man shook his head slightly and said, “I really don’t understand what’s on your mind—why do you take on the thankless task of training newcomers?

Listen, Fatty, if I’m not mistaken, the three newcomers you’ve trained so far have all failed. If you don’t manage to produce a Boundary Enforcer soon, you’re in for a one-way trip to the Fragmented World.”

The fat man gave a wry smile. “You think I want this? In my last world, I got my hands on a tool that predicted the name of the next world.

Bad luck struck—it’s a Heaven-tier world.

I gathered intel and found that even a Boundary Lord at the Yin-Yang realm fell there!

A world of that level is no different from the Fragmented World.

While we still have time, if I can truly cultivate a Boundary Enforcer, I’ll gain the right to exchange for a Shura Token. Combined with the five tokens I already hold, it forms the Six Paths Wheel Token, granting me an exemption to bypass this deadlock.”

The burly man furrowed his brow slightly. “Even if you want to rely on training a newcomer, why not choose the fugitive from Longjiang Prison? That guy is a special forces soldier from Beibang Nation, ruthless in nature, with a death count over a hundred. His stats and specializations all surpass this kid.

This kid is an amateur, only studied combat and martial arts for a few years. Although he has decent talent—with martial arts specialization around 40%—his physical condition is too weak. He’s not on the same level, and it seems this is his first time killing.”

The fat man pushed up his greasy, smudged glasses and chuckled. “For a newcomer, specialization stats don’t mean much. In the cycles of the multiverse, anything is possible. How many of us got this far just relying on a bit of pitiful talent?

That fugitive is indeed vicious, but there are countless vicious souls in the cycles. He’s nothing special.

This kid, on the other hand, has a good mindset.

As the saying goes, what the heart clings to will echo back.

He has an obsession, willing to stake his whole life for revenge, without a trace of hesitation.

A person with such determination is better suited to survive in the cycles.

Besides, this *is* his first kill, and his methods are still a little clumsy.

But how many can achieve this much on their first kill?

Whether Fatty here can get through this trial depends on this kid.”

With a wave of the fat man’s hand, the space seemed to come alive again; the blood surged anew, and the two men instantly teleported to stand before Yang Sheng.

Frowning slightly at the sudden appearance of the two strangers, Yang Sheng was momentarily taken aback.

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Previously, Yang Sheng had been a steadfast materialist, seeking revenge with straightforward blood-for-blood justice, not resorting to drawing circles or casting curses upon the Lin family.

But all that unfolded before him now transcended his worldview.

Whether it was the blood flowing around them or the two men who appeared as if by teleportation, everything clearly defied his understanding of a normal world.

Tilting his head slightly, Yang Sheng asked, “Immortals? Monsters?”

The fat man paused, then laughed heartily while clutching his ample belly. “Interesting, truly interesting. You’re even more intriguing than I expected.

But in a sense, we do have some connection to immortals.

Let me introduce ourselves. I’m Wang Fatty—Wang, from Old Wang next door.

The guy beside me who looks like an enhanced Saitama is Li Yuanchao.

You can also call us the Star Lords of Fate and the King Spirit Officer.”

Wang Fatty shrugged. “But that’s not important. I don’t want to explain too much now; newcomers won’t remember it all anyway, and it’s exhausting.

For now, you only need to know one thing—you are currently in a desperate situation, and I can save you.”

Pointing at the flowing blood around them, Wang Fatty said, “I made all this flashy stuff just to show you the power I possess—beyond your imagination.

With a snap of my fingers, I can remove you from the Lin family massacre case.

All memories of you will be erased; no one will bother you again.

And you, too, could gain power of this level.”

Yang Sheng tilted his head again, asking, “What’s the price?”

Wang Fatty clapped his hands and praised, “I like dealing with smart people.

The price is simple—go to a place and complete the tasks assigned by the Will of the Heavens.

Fail, and you die.

Succeed, and you live—and become stronger.

I also get my benefits.”

Yang Sheng took a deep breath. “I have no other choice, do I?”

This sudden appearance of Wang Fatty—whether immortal or monster—made it clear: if Yang Sheng wanted to live, this was his only path.

Before revenge, Yang Sheng had already accepted death.

But if survival was possible, who would willingly choose death?

With a snap of his fingers, Wang Fatty said admiringly, “I like dealing with smart people.

Remember, in the cycle of worlds, don’t just rely on your fists to solve problems. Fists are important, but sometimes using your brain is just as crucial.”

As Wang Fatty’s snap echoed, a black portal appeared instantly, swallowing Yang Sheng whole.

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At that moment, Li Yuanchao asked curiously, “By the way, which world did you send that kid to?”

Wang Fatty answered lazily, “A newcomer’s challenge can’t be too difficult. I’m considerate with newcomers.

Sent him to a Yellow-tier world, code name ‘Dragon City Showdown,’ where he can spar with some worthless thugs and accumulate some combat and martial arts specialization.

In that era, there were still many martial arts masters, so it’s a decent foundation for a newcomer.”

Li Yuanchao nodded, suddenly as if recalling something.

“The Yellow-tier world you mentioned—is it number seventy-two in the Yellow-tier?”

Wang Fatty nodded. “Yeah, why?”

Li Yuanchao’s expression turned strange. “I advise you not to count on that kid to pass.

Remember at the last gathering when that guy Po Jun said his patrol enforcers discovered a Yellow-tier world about to mutate?

It’s predicted to mutate directly from Yellow-tier to Black-tier, skipping an entire major level—very rare.

I recall that world’s code was indeed Yellow-tier seventy-two.

When the world’s level rises, previous tasks reset.

So that newcomer might have to go through two worlds in a row.

Sending a newcomer to a Black-tier world is basically sending him to his death.

Even if the kid performs well in the first world, his strength can only reach the pinnacle of nine transformations.

But in a Black-tier world, even patrol enforcers who have reached the Eight Gates Realm and passed the official title test can die there.

Also, if a newcomer dies in the first world, you’ll get a warning from the Will of the Heavens.

For at least the next year, don’t expect to take on any newcomers.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Fatty’s face fell into despair and gloom.

“Damn! Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

Li Yuanchao patted his shoulder reassuringly. “You never asked me.

Well, there’s still time. Gather some trump cards and try to tough it out.

By the way, do you prefer girls young or slightly older than you?

I’ll ask that old Hu Wen to make some paper figurines for you. He recently mastered a paper crafting technique that makes the paper dolls lifelike.

If you don’t make it, when your seventh day comes, I’ll burn a few for you.”