Also known as: Fate Meets Its Final Boss — Wei Long
It began not with thunder.
But with stillness.
Birdsong stopped. Leaves forgot how to rustle. The wind turned around and left. Even the Enlightened Radish Statue refused to fall over today.
Wei Long was trying to boil water.
The water boiled itself.
He looked up."…No. Not today."
But today didn't care.
A shadow fell over Mount Chaos — not dark, not ominous — just vast. As if the concept of "being watched" had taken physical form.
The sky opened, but didn't crack. It unfolded. Like a scroll too ancient to remember how to roll back.
From it, descended a figure.
Not glowing. Not burning.
Just… perfectly present.
Clad in a robe that shimmered like unwritten stories, eyes that saw everything before it happened — the Watcher had arrived.
Wei Long sighed."You again."
The Watcher said nothing at first. He simply looked at Wei Long.
A long, uncomfortable silence.
Then he spoke:
"You are not part of the system. You were never meant to be."
Wei Long scratched his neck. "Yeah. That seems to be the theme lately."
"Every thread of fate avoids you. Every rule rewrites itself in your presence. Luck is not your power — it is your weapon."
Wei Long raised an eyebrow. "Cool. Does it come with a manual?"
"This ends now."
The Watcher raised a hand. Time froze.
Lin Qian, Duan Fei, the wind, the fire, even the tea… stopped moving.
Only Wei Long remained free.
"…Neat trick," he said, poking a floating tea leaf.
The Watcher stepped forward, slowly. "Do you know what you are?"
Wei Long shrugged. "Hungry?"
"You are the final outcome of a forgotten possibility. The universe's lazy thought experiment. The punchline to a joke the heavens never meant to tell."
He pointed at Wei Long's chest.
"You are not a bug. You are the flaw that makes perfection impossible."
Wei Long leaned back.
"I mean… thanks?"
The Watcher's eyes narrowed. "I have erased beings stronger than you."
"Have they tried slipping on dumplings mid-breakthrough?"
The Watcher scowled.
Then the sky turned inside out.
A battlefield unfolded — not of grass or stone, but concepts.
Rules hovered like blades.
Laws of logic fired like arrows.
Constants of the universe took solid form.
The Watcher was everywhere, rewriting reality as he attacked:
"No more accidents. No more misfires. You will exist within structure."
Wei Long stood in the middle, as tea vapor swirled like mist.
He didn't dodge.
He didn't block.
He simply stood.
And the rules… missed.
They bent.
They tried to hit him, but twisted themselves in the final moment — an equation turned into a butterfly. A cosmic spear became a dumpling mid-flight.
The Watcher roared.
"How?!"
Wei Long closed his eyes.
"…Maybe because I never tried to survive."
The battlefield paused.
"What?"
"I've never fought back. I've just… coasted. Slept. Tripped. Stumbled. But maybe…"
Wei Long raised his hand.
For the first time in the entire novel, Wei Long did something deliberately.
He channeled qi.
The air trembled.
The tea beside him began to boil in rhythm.
"If I accidentally became a legend… what happens if I actually focus?"
The Watcher's eyes widened.
"…Impossible."
Wei Long whispered:
"Let's find out."
He pointed his finger.
One move.
All of reality sneezed.
The battlefield collapsed in on itself, folded into a paper crane, and flew into a sunset that hadn't even existed five seconds ago.
The Watcher fell to one knee.
Not destroyed.
But shaken.
"Who are you?" he whispered.
Wei Long stood calmly.
"I don't know. But I think I'm starting to find out."
Time resumed.
The radish statue exploded again. Birds started chirping backward. Lin Qian blinked, confused.
"Did something just… shift?"
Wei Long sipped his tea."Just the plot."
To be continued…