The Regressed Young Master’s Guide to Living on Easy Mode

Chapter 125 : Learning the Correct Way to Use the Profound Other (12)

The drought of that year was particularly severe.

Nearly 800 days had passed without rain, and people, unable to endure any longer, began to leave the village.

In less than a month, everyone in the village had left, except for the old, the sick, and the young children whose bodies were not yet fully developed.

And when three years had passed.

Only one person remained in the village.

That was the reality that the then five-year-old Fatima had experienced.

The young Fatima lay alone on the ruins of a deserted house in the empty village, looking up at the night sky.

Everyone had left, and she was alone, but the stars in the sky were still with her.

Rustle.

A cricket passed by. Fatima instinctively reached out, caught the cricket, and put it straight into her mouth.

Crunch.

It was the first food she had eaten in three days.

The young Fatima immediately lay down again. Because if she moved unnecessarily, she would only get hungrier.

Another seven weeks passed.

"I'm going to die!"

Eating the surrounding weeds and insects had now reached its limit.

Another day passed.

"I'm really going to die!"

The young Fatima was still lying among the ruins. A bug passed by. Gurgle. Her stomach growled, but she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

The young Fatima just turned her eyes and stared blankly. When the bug disappeared from her sight, she looked up at the sky again.

There, the sky was full of bright starlight that illuminated the world.

People had told her that she was blessed by the stars. They had treated her as if she were someone great.

But the young Fatima knew. That there was nothing she could do.

Only five years... it was all the life she had lived, but the young Fatima was somewhat satisfied.

"I guess I really have to go now."

Everyone had left.

Those who could not leave were buried peacefully in the sand.

The sun of the day was about to rise again.

It was a cycle of hell.

On one side of the village made of ruins, a dozen or so tombstones were erected. All of them had been made by Fatima alone.

Thud.

Fatima, who had barely rolled her body and fallen from the ruins, lay down looking at the tombstones.

"I'll be there soon too. Aunties, uncles, older sisters, older brothers."

Fatima closed her eyes like that.

A shadow falls over her head.

The heat of the fiercely shining sun subsides for a moment. It seemed that the cloud was briefly covering the hot sun as a final gesture.

Then the cloud spoke.

"A kid whose head hasn't even dried of blood yet, where are you trying to go?"

The young Fatima's closed eyes open.

The voice of a person she thought she would never hear again.

There was an old man with a bushy beard.

The old man, who she had thought was a cloud, said.

"Do you want to live?"

"I'm hungry."

The old man brought out various foods and water from the camel he was leading. The young Fatima greedily ate what the old man gave her.

Fatima instinctively realized that she had to follow the old man to survive.

"Let's go."

"Wait a minute!"

Just before leaving with the old man, Fatima headed to the place where the tombstones were erected.

Standing in front of them, Fatima bowed her head deeply.

-Eat this.

-It's the last remaining water.

-Wouldn't it be better for you, a young one, to survive than us old folks?

-Fatima, don't blame yourself. Because you are a child blessed by the stars.

-I pray that the blessing will be with you.

The reason she was alive was thanks to their sacrifice.

"I'll be back!"

Fatima said her goodbyes. And she promised that someday she would return to this place and treat them to a feast that would make their stomachs burst, as much as, no, more than what she had received from them.

"Are you done with your goodbyes?"

At the old man's question, Fatima answered.

"Yes!"

After that, Fatima moved from this village to that village with the old man and learned various things about how to live in the world.

When about five years had passed like that, the old man began to get sick little by little.

Fatima had seen this side of the old man for a long time, so she vaguely knew that she would have to say goodbye soon. The time to say goodbye to the old man was approaching.

That day came without any warning, just like before.

The old man passed away. To be more precise, he was not dead, but had hidden himself from her. In the room where she had been staying with the old man, there was only a simple letter.

-From now on, live alone.

Fatima, who was ten years old at the time, could guess that this was the old man's consideration for her.

Fatima was alone again.

But she no longer just stared blankly at the sky like in the old days.

Now she knew how to live in the world alone. And she also had a reason to live.

To earn a lot of money and treat the villagers to water and food until their stomachs burst.

That was Fatima's lifelong goal.

Fatima earned money using the scam... no, the fortune-telling she had learned from the old man.

-If you can boost people's spirits and plant hope, what does it matter if it's a scam?

The old man's way of thinking was a bit strange, but Fatima didn't particularly deny it either.

As long as she could make money.

When a bad fortune came out, she warned them to avoid misfortune.

When a good fortune came out, she gave advice to bring more luck.

The fortune-telling she had learned from the old man was not a complete scam, as it was quite accurate.

As time passed, at some point, Fatima also earned the nickname 'guide'.

However, not all journeys were smooth.

Although she predicted misfortune with her fortune-telling, there were things that could not be avoided.

-Compared to the universe, humans are nothing more than small specks of dust. Therefore, it is impossible to predict all changes.

It was a way of speaking worthy of a swindler old man.

There were times when she met bandits on the road and had all her money taken, and she starved for three days.

There were times when she got lost in the desert and walked for four days straight.

One day, she was bitten by a poisonous snake and was on the verge of death, and there was a time when she ate what she thought was just a bug, but it turned out to be a poisonous insect.

Before she knew it, ten years had passed, and Fatima had become an adult.

It was not long before she would achieve her long-cherished dream.

But recently, strange things had been happening around her.

She heard a rumor that a village she had recently visited had disappeared. At first, she thought it had nothing to do with her.

After that, this happened three or four more times. She thought it was a little suspicious, but as the old man had said, since humans are nothing more than small specks of dust compared to the universe, she thought that it was just a coincidence that had overlapped with her.

It was common for villages to collapse in the desert.

However, the old man had said.

-The universe is vast, so it cannot be predicted even if one has achieved enlightenment. This is a fact. But the wind caused by a mere small speck of dust can turn into a huge typhoon at the end of the world. Therefore, there are no coincidences in the world.

It was sophistry. As expected of a swindler's way of speaking.

When she encountered bandits again in the next village she visited, Fatima remembered the words that there are no coincidences in the world.

It turned out that they were looking for a guide.

Although she was not the only guide in Tianzhu, was it really a coincidence that bandits appeared in succession in the villages she visited?

Probably, with a high probability, the bandits were targeting her.

If she was not caught by them, the people of the village would die again.

They were killing the innocent villagers and telling her.

Come out! Reveal yourself! Don't hide anymore!

Normally, she would have revealed herself to them long ago.

But she could not die now.

Just a little more. If she could just achieve that, she would have no more lingering attachments to life.

So.

'I can't die yet!'

In the barren desert, there was only one group of bandits with the military power to wipe out a village at once.

The Mad Wind Unit, called the Grim Reaper of the desert.

For a 10-year-old child to survive alone in the desert for 10 years, she had to be smart.

She had simply survived for 10 years by scamming people. If she were a fool, she would have been caught somewhere, beaten to death, and buried under the desert sand long ago.

Fatima continued to think.

Why is the Mad Wind Unit looking for a guide?

In Tianzhu, a guide is a sacred being.

Although she didn't think so, they said that they were the only ones who knew the way to God in this world.

Of course, Fatima had known for a long time that this was nonsense.

In the first place, God did not exist in this world.

If God had existed, he would not have driven the people of the village to their deaths like that, and he would not have given her death in response to her tens of thousands of prayers.

Even if God had existed, in the world now, God was dead.

Instead, a bird demon impersonating God was in his place.

And that demon had the power and authority to lead the Mad Wind Unit.

She had heard vaguely about that demon while wandering through the villages... that he was killing God's guides.

At that time, she had just let it go, but thinking about it now, the bird demon was probably afraid that the god he had driven out would return and take back the throne.

Well, since she wasn't him, it was just a guess.

Fatima, the guide of God, cursed God.

Faith in God ultimately led only to despair and death.

It didn't matter at all who called themselves God in this world.

However, if it was to survive, any means would do.

"I! Fatima, the guide of God!"

At the sudden shout, everyone's gaze turned to one place.

Fatima took out the fortune-telling tube from her bosom. And she grabbed a bamboo slip.

"From now on, I will divine the location of God!"

At the same time, she let out a long whistle.

Pop!

She drew the bamboo slip. She didn't look at what character was written on the bamboo slip. Because the result was already decided from the beginning.

"Hee-hee-hee!"

A camel was running across the desert. It was the camel that Fatima had been riding earlier.

Fatima raised her hand and pointed to one person.

"The starlight points. God is over there!"

Fatima immediately knelt down and paid her respects to God. She didn't care at all that sand was getting on her clothes.

That appearance was truly the reverent attitude of one who actually serves God.

"Huh?"

Ignoring the question she heard, Fatima immediately got on the camel. At the same time, she emphasized again.

"Listen! That person is the advent of God who will defeat the bird demon! Yes! In your words, he is the reincarnated former leader of the Secret Cult!"

Fatima thus rode the camel and ran away.

* * *

Have you ever been hit hard in the back of the head after saving someone?

I have, just now.

This was a very novel backstabbing that I had never experienced even from the Orthodox Faction guys.

Is this the taste of Tianzhu?

It's sweet, sour, and refreshing.

"Are you a god?"

"No."

I only told the truth.

"The guide called you a god. Then who are you?"

"I am a benevolent Demonic Path practitioner!"

I said without a shred of shame, looking up at the sky.

"That's absurd. I clearly saw with my own two eyes and heard with my own two ears that the guide called you the former leader of the Secret Cult! Great Master Dharani!"

"Didn't you hear me say I'm not?"

No answer came back.

Swoosh!

Instead, a sword came at me.

This seemed to be the answer.

And the sword was so fast that it was no match for the peak realm.

Clang.

I raised my sword to block it. Perhaps because I had used more strength than I should have, my stomach churned a little.

I can see the opponent's surprised eyes.

"You scoundrel!"

The opponent shouted at me.

"You blocked my sword!"

"Then should I just stand here and watch?"

"As expected, you're suspicious."

A thick killing intent emanated from the opponent.

"Everyone! Kill that person!"

Having been backstabbed after a long time, the emotions I had forgotten came back to me one by one.

Perhaps this was a kind of warning from heaven for having lived too kindly all this time.

Are you still a heavenly Demonic Path practitioner after this? Something like that.

I was looking at Fatima, who had already turned into a dot.

I know who you are.

Coincidentally, you were related to my purpose.

We will surely meet again.

And that day will be the day of your death.

Grin.

I smiled.

"The Captain smiled!"

That was the signal for the Mad Demon.

The Mad Demon no longer held back.

His eyes met the opponent's, and he extended his fist as it was.

(End of Chapter)