For a full second, Jason Wu felt nothing.
No shock.
No outrage.
Not even fear.
Just… nothing.
As if the mind simply refused to process something so absurdly, cosmically wrong.
Behind him, Wei Qing let out a small, strangled sound.
Lan Yuren muttered a prayer for sanity under his breath.
Longwu Sword whispered quietly:
**["Kid… whatever comes after this line? Brace yourself."]**
Jason finally managed to breathe.
"…What did you say?"
The Curator stood perfectly still, mask cracked faintly down the center, glowing symbols shifting like nervous fireflies.
"I said," the Curator repeated,
"she was meant to become you."
Jason blinked once.
Twice.
Then he pointed at himself.
"Become me? You mean like—what?
Body swap? Soul swap? Clone?
Cosmic tax refund?"
Longwu groaned.
**["Kid, PLEASE take this seriously—"]**
"I'm trying!" Jason snapped.
He turned to the Curator again.
"Just explain it. Properly. With… with words that don't break reality."
The Curator raised a hand.
"Very well. Listen carefully."
The room dimmed, lanterns lowering themselves like obedient servants. A faint holographic sheen shimmered around the Curator as it began weaving memory-light.
A story.
A story Jason had never been allowed to know.
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### **THE FORKS OF DESTINY**
"In the original path," the Curator said,
"there were two possibilities for the one known as Wu Jason."
Jason frowned hard.
"…Wait. Two possibilities for me?"
"No," the Curator corrected.
"One possibility was you.
The other was **her**."
Jason felt his throat tighten.
"So you're saying we were… what?
Two versions of the same fate?"
"Yes," the Curator answered.
"You were two branches of a single destiny—
two potential outcomes of the same soul-line."
Wei Qing put a hand over her chest.
"That sounds like… like twins?"
Lan Yuren shook his head.
"No. It sounds like something higher. Something metaphysical."
The Curator nodded.
"A Singular Fate can split only under extraordinary cosmic pressure—
a crisis in the fabric of a realm,
a paradox formed before birth,
an event powerful enough to create **two outcomes from one origin**."
Jason blinked.
"…So we're cosmic siblings."
Longwu coughed.
**["More like cosmic coin tosses."]**
Jason snapped,
"Longwu, not helping!"
**["I *am* helping. I'm preventing your brain from leaking out your ears."]**
Jason ignored him.
He turned back to the Curator.
"So she was… supposed to be me."
"In one possible fate, *she* became the Wu heir," the Curator said.
"And you were the one erased."
Jason felt a chill run through him.
"But the universe chose me."
"No," the Curator said.
"She chose you."
Jason froze.
"What…?"
"When the singular fate split, both possibilities stabilized.
Both versions were viable.
Both could live."
Lan Yuren's eyes widened.
"That's impossible…"
Wei Qing shook her head.
"That means—"
"Yes," the Curator said.
"She had the right to exist.
She had the right to be the Wu successor.
She had the right to be the one holding Longwu.
She had the right to carve her own legend."
Jason's voice cracked.
"Then why… why didn't she?"
The Curator finally answered:
"Because she saw your future path.
And she chose to give it to you."
Jason felt something collapse inside his chest.
"She surrendered her branch of destiny," the Curator continued,
"so that you—
not she—
would become the Wu who defied realms,
who united pavilion and sect,
who faced the Riftbound,
who challenged the Administrator."
Jason swallowed hard.
"And the price was…?"
"Her story."
The Curator gestured to the flickering silhouette behind it.
"Her existence.
Her place in all the realms."
Jason took a shaking breath.
"But if she gave it willingly…
why erase her so violently?"
The Curator lowered its hand.
"Because her sacrifice violated the law.
Destiny may bend.
But it may not break itself."
Longwu whispered:
**["Kid… she broke fate for you."]**
Jason closed his eyes tightly.
He felt a memory—sharp, painful, impossibly distant—pressing at the edge of his mind:
A girl laughing behind a pavilion.
A promise made as children.
A hand reaching for his during a storm.
But the moment he tried to grasp that memory—
It vanished.
The Curator snapped its fingers.
"Do not try to recall.
It will trigger a collapse."
Jason snarled.
"Then why show me ANY of this?!"
The Curator stepped closer, voice low and measured.
"Because she is not gone."
Jason's eyes snapped open.
"What?"
Wei Qing gasped.
Lan Yuren straightened.
Longwu practically screamed:
**["SAY IT AGAIN."]**
"She is not gone," the Curator repeated.
"She is merely unanchored."
Jason's heart slammed so hard he nearly staggered.
"Meaning…?"
"She still exists," the Curator said,
"as a broken branch of reality wandering unfinished.
A fate without a name.
A soul without a record."
Jason whispered:
"A ghost."
"A possibility," the Curator corrected.
Jason's fists clenched.
"Then I can bring her back."
The Curator paused.
Then shook its head.
"Not yet."
Jason glared.
"Why not?"
"Because you are not whole," the Curator said calmly.
"And neither is she."
Silence thickened.
Jason asked quietly:
"…What does that mean?"
The Curator traced a line in the air, forming two shimmering threads—one bright gold, one soft silver.
"Your destiny continued," it said.
"Hers froze.
You grew.
She did not."
Jason swallowed.
"So she's… incomplete."
"Yes."
"And I have to find the missing piece."
The Curator inclined its head.
"Correct."
Jason took a step forward.
"Tell me what the missing piece is."
The Curator extended a single finger—
pointed directly at Jason's heart.
"The missing piece," it whispered,
"is your memory of her."
Jason stiffened.
"What—?"
"She cannot exist without your recognition.
But your recognition reactivates the curse."
Jason's breathing quickened.
"So the only way to restore her is to—"
"Yes," the Curator said.
"You must choose her.
Fully.
Consciously.
At any cost."
Wei Qing's breath shattered in her throat.
Lan Yuren looked horrified.
Longwu sputtered:
**["Kid—this is the cosmic equivalent of hitting 'accept' on terms and conditions YOU KNOW ARE A SCAM."]**
Jason ignored all of them.
He stepped forward until he was face-to-mask with the Curator.
"And if I choose her…
what happens to me?"
The Curator answered without hesitation:
"You become incomplete.
Her destiny returns—
and yours breaks."
Jason exhaled slowly.
"…So we can't both exist."
"No," the Curator said.
"You can. But not as you are."
Jason's blood turned to ice.
"What does that mean?"
"It means," the Curator said softly,
"you must accept the path she walked—
the path she gave up—
and share it."
Jason blinked.
"…Share it?"
"Yes," the Curator said.
"You must merge fates."
Jason's heart stopped.
Wei Qing stumbled.
Lan Yuren cursed loudly.
Longwu dropped his jaw on the floor:
**["OH GREAT. THE KID IS ABOUT TO BECOME A TWO-IN-ONE COSMIC COMBO."]**
Jason stared numbly.
"Merge… fates?"
The Curator nodded.
"It is the only way to restore her existence
without erasing yours."
Jason swallowed.
"And how do I do that?"
The Curator pointed to the silhouette behind it.
"Touch her."
Jason blinked.
"…That's it?"
The Curator's mask cracked again.
"For you, it is simple.
For the universe, it is catastrophic."
Jason took one step—
then another.
Wei Qing whispered urgently:
"Jason… if you do this… everything about you might change."
He didn't stop.
Lan Yuren added:
"You may lose parts of yourself. Or gain hers. Or…"
Jason didn't slow.
Longwu shouted:
**["KID. LISTEN TO ME. YOU COULD END UP TALKING LIKE HER, ACTING LIKE HER, BEING HALF-HER—"]**
Jason reached the flickering silhouette.
He extended a trembling hand.
"Jason," Wei Qing begged,
"think—"
He touched the light.
---
### **THE WORLD FLIPPED.**
Not darkness.
Not silence.
A tidal wave of memories—not his—poured into him.
A girl running through silver grass.
A girl training under moonlight.
A girl crying behind a pavilion.
A girl reaching for his hand the day fate split.
A girl saying:
**"If only one of us can live the Wu destiny…
let it be you."**
Jason gasped—
and the silhouette brightened like a newborn star.
Behind him, the Curator whispered:
"It has begun."
Jason fell to his knees as pain ripped through him.
Wei Qing screamed his name.
Lan Yuren ran forward.
Longwu howled.
But Jason only whispered one thing—
Her name.
A name that had been stolen, buried, erased—
but now returned like a blade through the heavens:
"**…Meilin…**"
The silhouette stabilized.
Flesh formed.
Hair settled.
Eyes opened.
A girl stepped into existence—
breathing.
Alive.
Trembling.
And she whispered back:
"**Jason…?**"
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