Fate

Translator: Cinder Translations

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"Why are you all so calm?" The girl sitting on a chair, curled up with her body, asked. Her face still showed signs of tears, indicating she had just been crying. "What is this time travel thing? Are you all filming a show?"

The girl was wearing a cute stuffed bear onesie, loose and baggy, with her snow-white calves exposed, making the Fatty subconsciously think of Zhang Yinyin from the school dungeon.

"Miss," a burly man with a black face and a stubbled beard sighed, then spoke in broken Mandarin, "We've already explained the nightmare situation. In short, if you don't complete the task, you won't be able to leave."

Upon hearing this, the girl, who had stopped crying, now looked like she might break into tears again.

But it was clear that no one was paying attention to her feelings right now.

After some time spent getting familiar with the surroundings, the Fatty noticed that besides the fake doctor, there were two others who claimed to be, and acted like, newcomers.

The girl in the onesie was one, and the other was a man wearing a white shirt and faded blue jeans, with neatly tied canvas shoes.

He looked young, like a university student.

Though he appeared calm, the fear in his eyes betrayed his facade.

He was very nervous, his lips faintly pale.

After waiting for a while with no one showing up, everyone decided to skip further waiting and go ahead with introductions.

"Meeting here is fate, even if it's in a place like this," the first to speak was a man in his 30s, elegant in appearance, tall, dressed simply but elegantly, with frameless glasses on his nose.

His tone carried a hint of hidden bitterness, but also a genuine honesty that the previous pretentious people did not have.

"Now, please introduce yourselves—your name, occupation, and areas of expertise," the elegant man said with a wry smile, "I hope we can all survive this."

At this, the previously noisy room suddenly fell silent. The girl in the onesie, who had been sobbing quietly, lifted her head and stared at him with swollen eyes.

For those trapped in nightmares, surviving was a distant and nearly impossible wish.

"I'll start," the elegant man said, gathering himself, "My name is An Xuan, and my profession is forensic doctor."

"Field medical investigation, medical follow-up and evidence collection, living body injury examinations, autopsies, relic identification, and so on are my areas of expertise."

Seemingly concerned that others might misunderstand his profession, he explained it in detail.

"Are you a cop?" a scruffy young man with yellow hair sniffed and glanced at the elegant man uncomfortably. When he noticed the man looking back at him, he instinctively turned his gaze away.

"Yes," An Xuan nodded with a smile, "And you?"

After a pause, the young man spoke, "My name is Shi Liao Zhi, and I help people move." He then added, "I don't have any skills."

"Is it the kind where you have permission?"

A weak voice suddenly asked, causing Shi Liao Zhi's face to flush with discomfort.

Everyone looked towards the source of the voice and saw it was the scruffy man from earlier.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Jiang Cheng's face showed a panicked expression, and he wrapped himself tighter in his blanket as if afraid they might do something to him.

"What's your name?" An Xuan ignored the previous question and turned his head to look at Jiang Cheng.

"My name is Hao Shuai," Jiang Cheng still looked fearful, but it seemed he remembered something and a blush appeared on his face.

But the Fatty, knowing him well, understood that it wasn't shyness—it was pride, as if he were about to impress everyone.

A few seconds later—

"I'm a model," Jiang Cheng said with a red face, lifting his chin. "I work night shifts at a KTV, and I'm in the high-end group. Do you understand? It takes about 20 talented young people to pick one, and the elimination rate is terrifyingly high."

"We need appointments to be seen, and we only work in private rooms. We would never lower ourselves to perform at a public table," he paused before continuing, "Our goal is to provide the most comfortable experience for the customers."

Everyone was stunned, and the room was silent for a long time.

The Fatty, who had been paying close attention, noticed someone had shifted closer to him, and then a suppressed voice came, "Does he always talk nonsense like this when he's with you?"

It was Xia Meng's voice.

It was clear that her patience with the doctor was wearing thin.

But the Fatty remained unfazed, because he knew that everything the doctor was saying was true!

And the reality was even more incredible than he described.

"No," the Fatty answered.

Xia Meng's expression softened a little.

"Sometimes, he even pilots a Boeing 747," the Fatty said calmly, "It depends on the doctor's mood."

Perhaps due to Jiang Cheng's words, everyone's self-introductions became much simpler afterward. Some even just mentioned their name and occupation before finishing quickly.

Altogether, there were ten people, including the doctor, An Xuan, and Shi Liao Zhi. The remaining seven were:

The elderly Tai Chi practitioner, Qin Jian, retired from a state-owned company.

The burly man, You Qi, worked in logistics, his muscular build giving him a formidable appearance, though he was actually quite easygoing and spoke in a deep, resonant voice.

The girl in the stuffed bear onesie, Tang Shi Rou, a well-known video blogger and also a cosplayer.

The young man in the white shirt, Chen Qiang, a student at a technical university.

An elegant woman, Zuo Jing, who worked as a secretary at a company.

Xia Meng, still using her alias Chen Xiao Meng, now a student at an art college.

Finally, everyone turned to the Fatty, the last one to introduce himself.

"Hello everyone," the Fatty, who would soon have a name, blushed and said, "My name is Jiang Fugui, and I am a truck driver. I'm not an orphan."

(End of the Chapter)

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