Chapter 477: 94. Caught in the Act
Tang Zeming Asuka saw Fisher getting ready to leave and instinctively stood up, but still felt unwell from her recent connection with the Loom of Fate.
“Are you okay, Asuka?”
“I’m fine, Lady Margaret. What is Teacher Fisher going to do?”
“I don’t know either.”
Margaret shook her head, but soon looked at Tang Zeming Asuka and said, “Asuka, how long have you been in this world?”
“For a while… Hmm, almost a month.”
“So short? It seems that the local called Fisher has helped you a lot during this time. No wonder you refer to him so intimately as ‘teacher.'”
“Intimately?!”
Tang Zeming Asuka’s face immediately turned red. She wanted to argue that the closeness should be attributed to the accompanying Hela, but then remembered Hela still looked male, and…
Hmm?
Tang Zeming Asuka slightly paused, as if realizing something belatedly. “Local? No, Teacher Fisher is also a Trans, just from a different place.”
Margaret opened her mouth to respond, then smiled and said, “Asuka, do you know? The Loom of Fate can see the destinies of this world, and is thus called omniscient. However, it sees nothing about the destinies of us Trans. In this world, we Trans only have a ‘past,’ with no ‘present’ or ‘future,’ so in the eyes of fate, we are all transparent and cannot be observed. You are like this, I am like this, and the Trans called Mikhail is also like this.”
“But that person called Fisher isn’t like that. When I was observing the Tree Continent, I saw his fate, saw the complex lines and knots like tree roots. He is definitely a native creature here; I just don’t know why he hasn’t told you.”
Tang Zeming Asuka was slightly taken aback but quickly waved her hand in reply, “Teacher Fisher must have his own reasons. It’s okay; even if I know now, it won’t affect anything, right? And Teacher Fisher has helped me a lot during this time; everyone here is amazing, a thousand times stronger than Superman. If it weren’t for Teacher Fisher, I might have committed suicide on the first day, so…”
Margaret smiled at Tang Zeming Asuka this way, making Asuka glance at her a bit shyly, her voice growing smaller as she asked, “Wh-what’s wrong, Lady Margaret?”
“Ah, it’s nothing. It’s just…” Margaret seemed to come to her senses then, touching her cheek, her expression a mix of melancholy and warmth. She said, “I just don’t know why hearing about your experiences makes me feel like I’m hearing news about my daughter. If she were still alive, she should be about your age, maybe going to school, and might like an older gentleman like you, making me both worried and happy.”
“Like?! I don’t—”
“Hahaha, are you wondering how I can tell? You’re not still doubting in your mind whether I’m using the Loom of Fate? As I said, the Loom can’t see us Trans, it’s just that you’re showing it too clearly. Want some dessert? I have some prepared.”
Margaret covered her mouth and laughed, then gracefully walked to a distant table and fetched a cake-like dessert made from some flower nectar, which she seemed to have made in her spare time.
Tang Zeming Asuka pouted, then rubbed her slightly red and warm cheeks, feeling a bit embarrassed while suddenly feeling a warm sensation throughout her body, her heartbeat gradually quickening, as if the dizziness from before had some side effects.
“Here, this is honey cake, but made with materials from another world. I’ve tried one, it tastes pretty good. You should give it a try.”
“Mm, thank you, awuu.”
Tang Zeming Asuka smiled back.
Back with Fisher, he didn’t have tasty honey cakes, nor did he know what those two Trans with a certain age difference were talking about. What lay before him was the question of the elf Chuan’s whereabouts.
At that moment, the not-so-neat streets of the Ideal Nation were once again filled with a faint fragrance seemingly woven into Fisher’s DNA. Following this tantalizing scent, Fisher quickly arrived at the residential area of the Ideal Nation.
Among the wooden buildings constructed by the power of Duke Chuan, those idling about—either leisurely lying inside the houses or in the open spaces outside—cast their curious glances at Fisher. Occasionally meeting their eyes, Fisher noticed that these ragged humans looked vastly different from those he lived among.
If one had to classify them, Fisher thought they resembled the native humans of the Southern Continent, but the details differed, as it would still take them nearly ten thousand years of evolution to become what Fisher currently saw.
To be honest, Fisher was still unclear about the exact historical period he was in, as there were too few historical clues from ancient times, and Fisher wasn’t a historian to derive any standard answers.
Nonetheless, even though everyone appeared human, when Fisher entered this ragged and wild human settlement, he quickly drew the attention of all nearby humans, who cautiously watched the handsome, well-dressed man walk among them.
“He’s just like Duke Chuan.”
“So handsome, I want to mate.”
“Strong; he can bear children.”
As he stepped further into this mixed human residential area, Fisher suddenly realized the faint fragrance he had caught was gradually diminishing, making it impossible for him to pinpoint where to go.
No wonder Hela’s transformation arts were so exquisite; it seemed to have its origins, and this Chuan fellow’s hiding technique was exceptional.
Having lost his direction, Fisher stopped, meticulously observing his surroundings, when suddenly a small woman with long hair, who had been cautiously eyeing him, approached him. Seeing her walk toward Fisher caused the surrounding humans to stir uneasily.
“Brother, just now a woman from outside passed by us; she said a man would come looking for her, but I don’t know if it’s you?”
“A woman, is she human?”
The small woman had very long hair, nearly covering her face. She was barefoot and appeared to belong to a time when humans rarely wore shoes. Hearing Fisher’s question, she shook her head, glancing under her long hair at Fisher’s body. Her hands seemed to rise uncontrollably before quickly falling back down.
“I don’t know, but she was very beautiful. She came from the coastal settlement and seemed to be a guest of Duke Chuan. Just a moment ago, her companion went to the tower with Duke Chuan.”
“Into the tower?”
So, it was those who earlier complained to Margaret that their cargo was robbed by thieves?
“And then? What did she say to you?”
“She said…” The woman’s eyes, hidden beneath her hair, couldn’t hold back any longer as she spoke and reached out to touch Fisher’s clothing, only to retract her hand as if shocked. “She said… she’s waiting for you in the Kakafu Snake People settlement by the sea. She has something to discuss with you.”
Fisher raised his eyebrow, glancing at the spot where the small woman had just reached, seemingly unaware of what had transpired until surrounded by many unmarried women who swallowed hard and started edging closer.
“What she said might not be true; we didn’t see any woman just now.”
The first woman leaning closer said, gazing avidly at Fisher’s jaw and the slightly moving Adams apple below.
“That’s true, but there was indeed an outsider who passed by, so maybe what she said is real.”
The second woman stepped forward even bolder. As the crowd grew, her actions became more noticeable, as if she wanted to close the distance between them and touch Fisher’s muscles.
As the saying goes, satisfied appetite begets lewd thoughts. The humans who had been roaming outside for a long time found their mentality subtly changing during the peaceful life in the Ideal Nation for the past half a year.
Days without labor or fear were so pleasant, and the desire for happiness often surged higher than before.
They began to indulge crazily; many women hiding further back were already heavily pregnant yet still gazed at this side with fiery eyes. Of course, the males among the group, driven by possessiveness, also developed hostility toward Fisher for coming to this place, thus their gazes were hardly friendly.
Fisher frowned. Just as he was about to wave and push the nearby women away, a voice suddenly called out from behind him, filled with disbelief and heartbreak.
“What… what are you doing?!”
Fisher was slightly taken aback, and the human women surrounding him, attempting to take advantage, were also momentarily stunned, their gazes shifting to the rear.
In Fisher’s view, the individual emerging from the crowd was the golden short-haired angel in a white robe, her blue-golden scattered pupils filled with incredulity. She quickly approached Fisher with hands on her hips, looking fierce.
For some reason, all the human women who had been tightly surrounding Fisher suddenly made way, watching Hela stride up to Fisher.
“Hel…”
Fisher’s call trailed off as he suddenly remembered that this individual wasn’t named this anymore.
Hela ignored him, instead staring at him with tears in her eyes, then frustrated and wronged, she pounded her small fist against his sturdy chest, subsequently covering her eyes in pain, sobbing, “Wuwuwu, didn’t we agree that I would be the only one? Why… why are you mingling with this bunch of women? Wuwu, how could you do this to me, how could you do this to me?”
Fisher’s face darkened, and even the adjacent women were deeply shocked, because at this moment, in their eyes, the one crying was not some beautiful golden-haired angel, but a real man!
They actually caught a man cheating?!
Fisher could no longer contain his anger and swiftly picked up the culprit, Hela, who was flailing about and “struggling,” constantly patting his back with her hands.
“Put me down, put me down! I want to have a serious talk with you!”
Fisher ignored her, walking to the small woman who had informed him about the situation and simply said, “Thank you.”
As that woman swallowed hard, she turned and left without a reply, followed by all the nearby women who had originally gathered quickly fleeing as well.
The gazes of the surrounding men instantly became more amicable, with perhaps a hint of mockery and malicious glee?
But Fisher couldn’t be bothered with them, silently carrying the lightweight Hela’s waist forward. As the number of people around decreased, her symbolic struggles also weakened, and she casually swung her legs that dangled against Fisher’s chest until he slapped her bottom to make her quiet down.
“Why are you struggling so much?”
She asked.
Fisher didn’t respond, instead, he inquired, “Is it already the second day?”
“Ah, so it’s time for the seventh day punishment, huh? What? Are you mad because I interrupted your good time?”
“Hehe.”
Hela smiled, leaning against his shoulder as he carried her onward. She tilted her head slightly and nodded her chin, suddenly saying, “You don’t seem flustered at all about being caught cheating. Could it be that you have experience?”
“What bizarre experience? It’s not like anything happened. Why should I be flustered?”
“But it’s completely illogical.”
Hela turned back to look at Fisher, counting on her fingers as she spoke, “Look, since you came to the Holy Realm, it hasn’t been long, and you’re already losing control. Even if you don’t choose me, you’d definitely have your eyes on Tang Zeming. You’ve lived this long; it doesn’t make sense that you were so devoted to one woman before.”
“…”
Logically, it should be like that, yet for some reason, Fisher didn’t take the bait and instead said, “Just now, I think I saw Chuan; she’s here and told me to go to the Kakafu Snake People settlement outside the Ideal Nation to find her.”
“Hey, if the woman I just caught you with was one you previously knew, what would your reaction be?”
“She might be related to what’s happening in the Ideal Nation; it’s hard to say if her stealing the Loom of Fate has anything to do with her. I want to go take a look.”
“If I run into other women you care about, what kind of expression would you have? I’m quite curious.”
Fisher and Hela were thus each on their own tangent, as if not on the same wavelength, yet strange enough they could still communicate. Even Fisher thought it particularly remarkable. He sighed helplessly and decided to answer her question first.
He suddenly found that in front of this bad woman, he could subtly keep his measure, and in a remarkably clever way.
“I do have other intimate relationships with women, so I would be quite troubled if we ran into each other.”
Fisher admitted this straightforwardly, but then suddenly thought of how this woman might be buried with the Holy Realm after a thousand years.
So after a moment of silence, he added, “But that’s definitely a long time from now; whether you can survive until then is still a question. If you’re looking for fun, you should try to live until that time.”
Leaning against him, Hela giggled as she tapped her cheek with her fingers. The halo on her head swayed oddly, illuminating brighter.
Fisher carried her, unable to see her face, but she fell silent suddenly. His pace paused momentarily as he was now walking toward the edge of the Ideal Nation, where he wanted to relay the information he gleaned from the Loom to Duke Chuan.
He suddenly wanted to know her response, yet her silence was too annoying. So he gently let her go, allowing her to float.
Hela smiled with her hands behind her back, flying up to face him. Meeting his gaze, she raised a finger and said, “Chuan, since she is looking for you, there must be a reason. It won’t hurt to go, and the seaside isn’t very far from here; you can round trip within a day. Besides, it’s crucial to seize the time to enter mythical rank outside; it would be difficult to manage matters here.
“And who knows, returning just might be right on the seventh day?”
The topic pivoted silently again; the two seemed to be speaking on different channels yet had an uncanny rapport.
“…I understand.”
Fisher and she exchanged a glance, then continued moving forward. Hela quietly floated down, almost brushing against the ground as they headed toward Duke Chuan.
In the distance, Duke Chuan was at the edge of the Ideal Nation, conversing with the subhuman individuals who had come in seeking help from outside.
“We will respond to you soon. Please convey my regards to the Snake King.”
“We dare not, esteemed Duke Chuan; we will report this matter properly, then…”
Just as that group of Kakafu Snake People subhumans was preparing to leave, Fisher and Hela arrived at the scene. Fisher called out to Chuan, informing him of the information Margaret had received from the Loom.
“This…”
The other side seemed taken aback that they had figured out so quickly who the little thief was, yet they racked their brains but couldn’t comprehend why the four types of subhumans had banded together to assault them. Were wolf people and elephant people usually socialized like humans; wouldn’t they end up fighting?
It was at this moment that, after conveying the information and gazing at the other, Fisher said, “By the way, I also want to check out your settlement. Perhaps I can help catch that little thief.”
Duke Chuan frowned, seemingly puzzled about what this had to do with Fisher, questioning why he was suddenly so involved; could it be that he had ulterior motives?
Fisher had long anticipated that the other party might harbor doubts, but just like the last time, he could use a reasonable excuse for the second time. He maintained a blank expression, looking at Chuan, and said, “I like subhuman girls; I can’t bear to see such a villain roaming in the wild.”
“…”
Chuan only remembered this at that moment, glancing at Fisher and then at the proud “blonde man” beside him. For a moment, an unspeakable expression appeared on the faces of all the subhumans who heard this.
