# 1757
Chapter 1750: Marriage?
Huo Qubing and Gongyang Wan exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion on the other's face.
"This chess game's agreement, I've completed it, but there's another agreement... that I haven't fulfilled yet." Lin Qiye's eyes were bloodshot as he slowly spoke.
"You mean... marrying Jialan?" Gongyang Wan asked tentatively. "But she's gone now. How can you marry her?"
Lin Qiye raised both hands. The threads of causality belonging to Huo Qubing and Gongyang Wan quickly tangled within the [Causeless Cause] before him.
A causality that had never existed was being created by him out of thin air!
"Even though we're now separated by death, our causality still exists... since that's the case, I can use [Causeless Cause] to create a past that never existed... and there, marry her!"
A brilliant light burst forth from Lin Qiye's eyes. On his previously gray face, a hint of radiance finally appeared!
"Marry her in a causality that never existed?" Huo Qubing was stunned for a long moment. "Would that be real... or fake?"
"It's real, and it's also fake... That past won't exist in any history, but everyone who participates in it will remember its existence!"
"There, I can drag everyone who has causality with me and Jialan into it, as witnesses to this wedding! You two included!" Lin Qiye's voice grew increasingly excited.
"There's no concept of time there. As long as I send you two in before you dissipate, you can witness our wedding firsthand... until the end."
Huo Qubing nodded, a smile appearing on his face.
"That sounds perfect."
Those two threads of causality wound into [Causeless Cause]. In the next moment, Huo Qubing and Gongyang Wan's forms vanished completely, entering that non-existent causality.
Lin Qiye's eyes shone brightly. He reached toward emptiness, as if grasping for something.
But quickly, his palm stopped.
Lin Qiye stared blankly at the emptiness before him. "Where did her causality... go?"
Lin Qiye released [Causeless Cause]. Dense threads of causality wound into the void, as if searching frantically for something.
"Even if her soul merged into the Eternal Pill, her causality shouldn't have vanished... what happened?!" Lin Qiye's eyes contracted sharply. The hope that had risen in his heart was being crushed piece by piece.
He deployed his full strength, combing through all his own causality, yet still couldn't locate the thread connecting him to Jialan.
This meant she had completely vanished from his world.
Without that causality, he couldn't bring her into [Causeless Cause]. The wedding... naturally couldn't proceed.
Lin Qiye stood alone in the void, motionless as a statue.
Suddenly, he laughed.
His laughter was hair-raising, his expression contorted with madness.
Two streams of tears slid down from the corners of his eyes. He stared at the emptiness above and spoke hoarsely:
"Are you... toying with me?"
"Whether you're fate itself, or heaven's will..."
"Two thousand years of waiting... We finally were about to achieve our goal, and yet you force me to watch her die."
"She's dead. I wanted to give her a grand, proper wedding as compensation. You gave me hope, then tore it away from me?!"
"Why?! What have I done wrong?! I only wanted to love someone properly! What's my crime?!"
"..."
Lin Qiye's howl of rage tore through the endless void, carried by his spiritual energy.
The several Human Apex who had been preparing to find him froze in place, exchanging helpless glances. Even the Fate Monk slowly closed his eyes, as if deaf to everything.
He knew Lin Qiye wasn't talking to him... He was merely a chess player. What Lin Qiye was raging against was fate itself.
Lin Qiye's eyes were blood-red, every capillary visible. His chest heaved violently. After another roar, his form transformed into a streak of light and vanished.
No one knew where he was going, nor what he intended to do... But everyone tacitly refrained from searching for him.
They understood clearly that Lin Qiye, in his current state, needed to be alone.
Shangjing City.
Brilliant sunlight bathed the earth. In the azure sky above, not a single star or moon could be seen.
The bustling streets were filled with traffic. Ordinary people living in this city had no idea the Moon had departed from them, nor that a species-extermination crisis had brushed past them.
Festive music swept across the avenue. A parade of brand-new, imposing wedding cars sped by with hazard lights flashing, immediately drawing the attention of many passersby.
"Wow honey, look! A Porsche!" A woman on the roadside grabbed her husband's arm, eyes sparkling.
The man glanced at the lead car adorned with a big red flower and spoke dismissively. "It's a wedding convoy. They're all rented for appearances. What's so strange about that?"
"How do you know they rented it? What if they're actually rich?"
"Impossible. Just looking at it screams rental."
"You can't afford a Porsche yourself, so you insist everyone else is renting... Can't you do some self-reflection? Look at your sour face." The woman rolled her eyes and angrily shook off her husband's shoulder. "I must have been blind to marry a man with no future!"
The man's eyes widened. He cursed and barked back, "You damn b*tch, what the hell are you spewing?! Have I ever mistreated you after we got married?! Food on the table, clothes on your back—where's all this complaining coming from?"
"Anyone can provide food and clothes! Driving around in that broken van every day—you might not be embarrassed, but I am!"
"You!!"
On the chaotic street, the couple immediately broke into a shouting match, though they only drew brief glances from passing pedestrians before everyone turned and walked away.
A figure clutching a wine bottle stumbled and crashed into the man's shoulder. The man, already fuming, shot him a glare, pushed him away, and cursed:
"Can't you watch where you're going? F*ck!"
The figure staggered back several steps, then slowly lifted his drooping head, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes. For some reason, seeing those eyes, a chill ran through the man's heart.
He forced himself to glare at the figure, then turned and walked toward the other side of the street. The woman grabbed her high-imitation LV bag and followed, cursing as she went.
Lin Qiye took a long swig from his wine bottle. He casually glanced at the departing couple and shook his head.
He steadied his footing and continued walking in the direction the wedding cars had disappeared.