Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 392 Broken Spacetime and the Devil's Contract

Broken Space and Time and the Devil's Contract

Feng Jing's consciousness flew uncontrollably through the void like a blade in a storm, his heart filled with indescribable feelings. The very definitions of time and space collapsed before him. The universe was no longer the orderly starry sky, but a twisted, maddening laboratory where all elements constantly intersected and collided, releasing unimaginable energy. Feng Jing began to understand—he had transcended all laws, but with that, he had also lost all traction.

Suddenly, Feng Jing saw a massive, pitch-black rift opening before his eyes. From this rift emanated an endless darkness and a terrifying pull, like a gaping maw ready to devour the entire universe. His body and consciousness were pulled toward it by this dark force, and he was trapped within it without resistance.

"Welcome, Feng Jing." The cold, playful voice echoed again. Feng Jing's heart trembled violently. This voice was identical to the previous one, yet it carried a more ancient and sinister aura. Feng Jing realized that this was not any void he had ever experienced before. This place was filled with endless malice, like an abyss, a bottomless pit filled with demonic pacts.

"You're here, finally here." The voice gradually became clearer: a face. The face was blurry, but Feng Jing's consciousness instantly realized that this being was no different from himself—it was another side of Feng Jing, the darkness hidden deep within his heart. Its eyes gleamed with golden light, emitting a suffocating evil aura.

Feng Jing was suddenly startled: "You are... me?"

"No, it's the other side of you that you've never touched, Feng Jing." The smile on that face became increasingly sinister. "Do you want to break this endless cycle of reincarnation, to escape the shackles of fate, to become a truly 'free' being?"

Feng Jing stared at that smile, and suddenly an indescribable fear arose in his heart. He knew that this was a deal that could not be reversed, and every choice he made would bring about unforeseen consequences.

"Are you willing to sign a contract with me?" The being's voice was like a low incantation, carrying an irresistible temptation. "In exchange for your existence, I will grant you true freedom—endless time and space, boundless power, and control over all your destiny."

Feng Jing's heart raced, and he felt a powerful urge surge within him—this was the power he had always longed for, the ability to transcend fate and dominate everything. But at the same time, he was filled with alarm. Was this really just a contract? Could he truly escape the shackles of fate?

"I...can I trust you?" Feng Jing finally spoke, his voice low and full of uncertainty.

Feng Jing's heart beat faster and faster. This world no longer had any rules. Every second of existence seemed to tear him apart, and every struggle was a fusion of his deepest desires and fears. He knew that the being before him was, no matter what, a projection of his inner self, an inescapable abyss.

"No..." Feng Jing finally gritted his teeth and whispered, "I will not sign a contract with you."

Before he finished speaking, a powerful tremor erupted, and the entire void instantly collapsed. All the cracks intertwined to form a giant web, trapping Feng Jing firmly. Feng Jing felt unable to move, his consciousness seemingly bound tightly in this web of fate, and any resistance seemed so insignificant.

"You think you've rejected me?" The being sneered again, "You can't escape no matter what, because you've never truly been free. You and I have been one from the beginning."

A huge explosion suddenly erupted in Feng Jing's mind, and all his thoughts were instantly torn apart. With this explosion, Feng Jing felt himself being completely swallowed up and entered a strange and absurd world.

He saw himself transformed into a fish floating in an endless abyss, each second of his life filled with intense pain and terror. He saw himself transformed into a rock floating in the universe, struck by countless stars, his body shattered into pieces, yet constantly reborn. He saw himself transformed into a vast cosmic black hole, devouring all galaxies and civilizations, yet always feeling empty and lonely.

"Is this the freedom you want?" The voice echoed in Feng Jing's ears again, full of sarcasm. "You have never truly understood the meaning of freedom. Every choice you make is a destiny I assign to you. And you are just a pawn on my chessboard."

Feng Jing's consciousness swirled in endless chaos, his fear and anger growing stronger. He began to wonder if all this was truly fate, or just an illusion conjured by his own fears. Was he destined for this end from the very beginning? Was he truly just a prank played by fate?

"No!" Feng Jing suddenly yelled, "I don't believe in fate! I don't believe in you! I..."

However, before he could finish his words, a ray of light burst out from the center of Feng Jing's body. All the cracks, mirror images and time and space were instantly compressed at that moment, as if everything was rearranged. Feng Jing's body began to dissolve and turned into countless fragments of time and space.

"This is your true ending, Feng Jing." The voice finally disappeared into the void, leaving behind dead silence.

Feng Jing's existence disappeared again in the boundless void, as if he had never existed.

Chapter 393: Rebirth as the Master of Space-Time Fragments