Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 383 The Chains of Fate

Chains of fate

Feng Jing once again fell into deep contemplation. He no longer tried to break free from the seemingly endless river of time before him, for he understood that every resistance he offered would only further ingrain the cycle of fate into his existence. His consciousness seemed to sink into a boundless black hole. Although it lacked substance, the feeling of weightlessness left him feeling incredibly oppressive.

At this moment, the flow of time became unreal. Past, present, and future—all dimensions of time intersected and overlapped before his eyes, forming a blurry picture. Every second, Feng Jing could sense the traces of countless reincarnations of himself in different dimensions of time and space, as if every moment he experienced left an eternal mark in some unknown corner.

Yet, despite this, he remains unable to escape the constraints of this fate. Every choice, every temptation, is like an invisible chain, firmly binding his heart that yearns for freedom. Each "him" repeats similar actions in a different time and space, and every timeline he rewrites ultimately returns to chaos.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to blur. He could no longer determine where or when he was, and he even began to doubt his existence. Everything before him was like a distorted dream, so absurd that he could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion. Every memory, every moment, was turned over and reshaped by the hand of fate, thrown into a new cycle.

"Do you finally understand?" Suddenly, the voice of the "shadow" appeared again, ringing in Feng Jing's ears. Feng Jing was startled, as if he was pulled back to reality from endless darkness.

"Understand what?" Feng Jing's voice was low and hollow. He was no longer as eager to refute as before. All resistance had become meaningless.

"Understand that you are merely a part of fate, that you are not the true master." The shadow's voice carried an inexplicable sneer. "You think you can break the cycle of reincarnation and escape its bondage, but you are wrong. You continue to wander along this chain, unable to see its end."

Feng Jing's heart felt like it had been struck by lightning. He tried to remain calm, but no matter what, he still couldn't recover from the shock brought by those words. He looked into the void before him, and everything seemed to be blurring.

"You believe you can transcend it all, escape this game, but you never realize you're merely a small part of this larger drama." The shadow's voice echoed again, "Your desire for freedom is destined to become your greatest bondage. The more you strive to break free, the tighter it binds you."

Feng Jing's eyes gradually grew hollow, as if deeply struck by those words. His consciousness felt as if it were being torn apart. Pain, confusion, helplessness—all these emotions intertwined into an invisible web, enveloping him tightly.

"You're right." Feng Jing's voice was hoarse, filled with an indescribable fatigue. "I've been wandering in a cycle. No matter how hard I struggle, I can't escape. Every rebirth seems to drag me deeper into the vortex of fate. After all, I'm just a puppet that can't escape the shackles of fate."

The shadowy figure gradually became clearer in Feng Jing's vision. It was no longer a blurry image, but instead possessed a profound power that Feng Jing could neither understand nor resist.

"You're wrong," the shadow said slowly. "You think this is a tragedy, but it's actually a testament to existence. All your struggles, all your confusion, are meant to make you realize—you're no longer the 'Feng Jing' you once imagined. You're no longer an independent being, but part of this 'drama,' a product of fate, time, and reincarnation."

As Feng Jing listened to these words, his inner struggle intensified. He couldn't accept this fact, yet he had to face this cruel reality. Every time he thought he had reached the end, every time he thought he could escape the endless cycle of reincarnation, in reality, he was just repeating the same ending over and over again under the control of fate.

"Do you think you can escape?" The shadow's voice gradually grew colder. "You are nothing but a dream woven by fate. All the pain and struggle are your destiny. You have no choice but to continue wandering in the torrent of time until it runs out."

Feng Jing's heart was once again in turmoil. He could barely breathe, as if the pressure was threatening to crush his soul. He had tried countless times to break free, to transcend, but now he realized that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape this predestined fate.

"Then, does it mean that everything is meaningless?" Feng Jing finally spoke, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible.

The shadow didn't answer immediately, but floated quietly within Feng Jing's consciousness, seemingly pondering the question. After a long moment, it slowly spoke, "Meaning? Perhaps there is, but it doesn't belong to you. You cannot understand this, nor can you truly change it. You are merely a passing figure in this 'drama,' and everything will vanish without a trace in the torrent of time."

Feng Jing's heart was filled with a dead silence, as if everything had lost its color. All his dreams and hopes seemed to vanish in that moment. He once again fell into endless confusion.

Time no longer flowed, or rather, his consciousness no longer perceived the existence of time. Everything before him seemed like a picture frozen in time. Feng Jing seemed to have become part of this painting, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the framework given by fate.

He finally understood that no matter what he did, the end result would be the same - he would be forever trapped in this endless cycle, unable to escape.

And all this is the cruelest truth of fate.

Chapter 384: The alienation of fate and its final deconstruction