Chapter 375: 375: Is My Destined One Doing Well?

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Chapter 375: Chapter 375: Is My Destined One Doing Well? After saying those two words, Dashiell instantly seemed electrified, his entire head shrinking back under the blanket as if doing so could block all external probing. Scarlett didn’t care about him; her pupils trembled slightly, clearly shocked by Dashiell’s words. The Heavenly Dao is the law of heaven and earth, the source of all things. All living beings are born of the Heavenly Dao. An existence like that—how could it be possible? “You... are you sure you didn’t mistake it?” In the modern world where spiritual energy has been depleted, even the Mystical Sect practitioners can’t sense the presence of the Divine. Let alone someone who can perceive the Heavenly Dao. Even though Dashiell is a demon. “How could I possibly be mistaken?!” Feeling questioned, Dashiell suddenly popped his head back out from under the blanket, his eyes rimmed faintly red. “My mother... she was struck by Tribulation Thunder from the Heavenly Dao during her dragon transformation...” He was still very young at the time, but he saw it all. His mother had clearly secured her title and could transform into a dragon successfully. She had already transformed into a dragon. But at the exact moment of her transformation, the Heavenly Dao suddenly sent down Tribulation Thunder, forcibly shattering his mother’s demon bone. The Flood Dragon Clan elders said that the Heavenly Dao would not allow a True Dragon to appear in the Mortal Realm. Dashiell refused to accept this. If the Heavenly Dao forbids it, he wants to defy it. Hence, he wholeheartedly seeks great fortune from a destined person to obtain the title, using their fortune to accomplish his own dragon transformation. He doesn’t believe the Heavenly Dao would wipe out even such an existence. Yet when he truly felt the aura of the Heavenly Dao, he chickened out. At that moment, his whole body went limp as he collapsed to the ground—even transforming to reveal his demon form in fear. Scarlett looked at the youth’s stubborn yet resolute demeanor. Her almond-shaped eyes lowered slightly, and she refrained from questioning him further. She believed him. But if what Dashiell said was true, the situation might be more troublesome than she had imagined. After all, those Fire Thunders clearly seemed to have been protecting that Evil God System. She initially thought the Fire Thunder was summoned by the system for self-preservation, but if that was actually Fire Thunder sent down by the Heavenly Dao... Why would the Heavenly Dao protect a system of that nature? Suddenly, a somewhat absurd thought flashed across Scarlett’s mind. If her guess were correct, it could explain why the system’s energy carried Divine power. But in the next instant, she forcibly dismissed the notion. No. If the system was truly under the Heavenly Dao’s protection, then how could she have so easily annihilated it? And how could the Purple Thunder have possibly harmed the system itself? Scarlett couldn’t figure it out, nor did she want to dwell on it further. Ultimately, the Evil God System was already gone. Gone... wasn’t it? Unable to resist pressing on her aching temple, the depletion of spiritual energy left her nerves faintly throbbing. Scarlett simply decided to set the matter aside temporarily and only reminded Dashiell, “Don’t casually bring up the Heavenly Dao again.” Dashiell nodded without hesitation. He wouldn’t dare to mention it either. What if the Heavenly Dao focused its gaze on him? Perhaps having Scarlett beside him allowed Dashiell’s emotions to finally stabilize bit by bit. Only then did he worriedly ask about Samuel Chalmers, “Is my destined person alright?” Scarlett: ... You ask me, who do I ask? ... The sky was pitch-black. Samuel Chalmers felt a gust of wind brushing past his face. As the wind grew stronger, it seemed as though he was standing in the eye of a storm. A black tornado wrapped around him, its swirling winds faintly crackling with lightning. Suddenly, a bolt of black lightning shot out from the tornado, aiming straight for his back. Samuel watched, stunned, as a searing heat flared behind him in the next instant. The golden dragon-shaped birthmark on his back emitted brilliant beams of golden light, and that light coalesced within the storm into the form of a dragon. Vaguely, he could even hear a familiar dragon’s roar by his ear. Then, the dragon formed of golden light surged forward to meet the lightning, swallowing it whole. The storm dissipated almost immediately. Samuel Chalmers watched as the dragon formed of golden light disengaged from his back, enveloping him entirely with its long body. He felt himself immersed in the intense golden light surrounding him. Back at the Chalmers Family. Samuel abruptly opened his eyes, a flash of gold streaking through his gaze before it faded away in a blink. Looking at the familiar ceiling of his room, Samuel drew a steady breath. This was his room. Frowning slightly, Samuel’s thoughts flipped through his mind as he finally recalled everything that had happened before he lost consciousness. Thinking of that Fire Thunder, his heart tightened slightly, and just as he was about to move, he suddenly noticed something unusual within the room. His gaze shifted abruptly toward the side of the bed. He saw someone slumped there at the edge of his bed. A young woman’s delicate profile, sleeping peacefully, though her brows furrowed slightly as if troubled by a dream. Samuel’s gaze drifted upward again, landing on his hand exposed outside the blanket, which was being held. More accurately, his pinky finger was being grasped. It seemed like an unconscious action in her sleep—three slender fingers, nails faintly tinted in soft pink, lightly holding his pinky. Samuel stared at his pinky caught in her grasp for a long while, his breath soft as he noticed the bandages wrapped around her palm. The pristine white bandages faintly seeped with small spots of red. Samuel’s eyes darkened slightly. She was injured after all? His fingertip shifted slightly, his long, tapered fingers instinctively brushing gently over her bandaged palm. The movement was so light it felt like the soft stroke of a feather. Delicate. At the same time, a trace of golden light from his fingertip seemed to seep through the bandage and into her palm, unnoticed and silent. Scarlett’s eyelashes quivered lightly. In the next moment, as if startled by his touch, she abruptly opened her eyes. Her almond-shaped eyes bore no trace of sleepiness but instead carried a sharp, bright clarity. Looking up, she suddenly met Samuel’s dark, mysterious eyes enveloped in golden light—deep and unfathomable, impossible to read. The sharp clarity in Scarlett’s eyes faded a bit, replaced by a softer, gentler expression tinged with faint joy. “Samuel, you’re awake!” As she spoke, her fingers remained clutching his pinky without letting go, making Samuel keenly aware of the increasingly distinct sensation at his fingertip. “Mm.” He responded, his voice deep and husky with a hint of compelling magnetism. With a slight adjustment to his tone, Samuel spoke again, asking her, “You’ve been here the whole time, watching over me?” Scarlett nodded. “You saved me, so I had to wait for you to wake up.” Samuel, hearing this, softened his gaze slightly. “Just you?” Samuel didn’t like others stepping into his private space, but looking at her presence here, he surprisingly didn’t feel out of place. On the contrary, there was an intriguing sense of novelty. Then Scarlett, refreshingly straightforward, shook her head. “...Not just me.” Samuel froze, then followed her gaze toward the foot of his bed. Tracing her line of sight, Samuel noticed at the footboard a familiar furball nestled beside his feet. A little fox, resting its fluffy tail under its head, sleeping deeply and soundlessly. Samuel: ... Taking a deep breath, Samuel reassured himself. It’s just a fox—nothing intolerable. As he thought this, a sudden snore broke the silence. Samuel’s expression turned chilly as he pushed himself upright, his gaze sweeping around to the floor at the end of the bed. There he found Dashiell, back in human form, curled up into a ball on the rug, equally fast asleep. Samuel: ...

Chapter 375: 375: Is My Destined One Doing Well?

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