The Universe Is Innately Just 160 Accepting One's Fate Part One

Fell's eyes glinted as a sharp intent was reflected on them. His left arm was trembling, and a buzzing noise was escaping from his flesh as the flying sword was cutting his flesh to get out.

His left arm flashed forward with his hand forming a knife palm. A vicious howl escaped his throat as he threw everything he had in this last attack. Right after he finished sending his attack; his left arm exploded and turned into a mush of broken bones and mangled flesh.

A screeching sound escaped from what was left of it, and a bloodied sword flew out of his arm to defend its master.

But it was too late, Fell's right hand had already plunged deep inside of the white robed youth who didn't have any strength to defend himself. Fell's attack pierced through his chest, and impaled his heart in one swift motion.

On the face of the virtual immortal was a mixture of surprise and respect, and in his eyes could be seen reminiscence as he gazed at the opponent in front of him. He couldn't understand how someone could ignore his own wellness in an attempt to inflict more damage on his opponent. A ruthless behavior that made Fell face unimaginable pain to secure his victory.

Time seemed to come to a standstill as both opponents stood near each other. Fell's hand was still plunged deep inside of the virtual immortal's chest; he felt as if he could see through the man's soul in his last moments.

A powerful aura of reminiscence surrounded them, and Fell noticed his surroundings changing at a fast pace. He didn't know the cause, nor did he understand what was happening, but he began seeing specks of the white robbed youth in front of him.

He didn't make understand much of the wisp of images that appeared in his mind; but he came to learn that he was someone important, part of a large group of individuals. A sect that taught cultivation in a hidden planet of the universe.

He didn't see any technology, nor could he make head or tail of the world he saw through the man's memory. But those pictures ingrained themselves deeply in his soul, and he found himself lost in his life.

His childhood was tranquil, a far fetch from his life in the Core. He saw him grow in a peaceful environment, with dozens of individuals near him. There was also a woman who left him a deep impression. Although she had a weak aura surrounding her and seemed like she was sick, she had stood for him on several occasions, and had always been here for him.

Then he saw his life in the sect, where a crew of faithful servants would always follow him. He found it weird how he a.s.sumed they were servants, because their smiles and their interactions with the white robbed youth clearly showed that what they cultivated was true friends.h.i.+p.

Then he saw him grow as a man, and saw how he shouldered many responsibilities in the sect. He saw him fight with his flying sword, and execute dozens of sword skills that would have taken his life in an instant.

Fell felt a tremendous confusion, down to his very soul, when his mind pa.s.sed through those bribe of memories. And it was only when it ended, that time took back it's properties and resumed its course.

But before that, he saw one last image that left him shaking from surprise. He saw the man kneeling in front of a mountain, the very same mountain where he grew in that sect. Except that there wasn't anyone there, the sect had disappeared, and what was left was a view filled with destruction and chaos.

One last howl left the white clothed man, and the specks of memories ended with it.

Droplets of blood began falling on the ground, and the virtual immortal's body turned into dots of light before disappearing from the fighting platform. Before his body fully decomposed into bits of light, he looked at Fell with an amused gaze that wasn't one and the young cultivator from the Core noticed a speck of sadness hidden in it.

He had fought with him in a battle to the death, but the feeling he was getting from his fifth match was completely different from the rest. And although he felt respect for every opponent he had met during his experience in the game; he couldn't help but feel like his fight with the white robbed youth was too different. While he had made him feel despair and tried to break his will to fight, he had strangely acted like a senior brother who was in the midst of teaching his junior.

And that sensation left him a bitter after taste especially when he executed the killing blow, and had the opportunity to see through the man's life.

'Stroke Wins'

He noticed that the message from the system was shorter than the last times. But he didn't think too much about it and simply kept standing where he had ended the fight without moving an inch. His injuries had disappeared, and the arm that had been reduced to a mess of mangled flesh and broken bones had completely recovered.

Although he was aware that all of this was happening inside of a game. He couldn't help but have his mind influenced by what he had experience as it had been too intense, and too odd to top it up.

A few seconds after the first message, he noticed another system interface pop in front of his eyes.

'Congratulation on winning your first five matches!'

'The system will examine your performance and a reward equivalent to it will be given to you'

'Please wait.'

After reading through the successive message, he sighed as he remembered the goal of his bitter fights. Only now that he had won did he remember that he had been doing all of this for the special reward the mountain had told him about.