IBO – Chapter 29 On the Possibility of Changing Fate

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Song Fu murmured, “The king of beast-shifters…?” Those familiar words made him think of the memories he had obtained.

Every beast-shifter is oviparous. When they break out of their shell, they receive inherited memories passed down through their bloodline—mostly simple, basic knowledge about living.

The memories each person receives differ slightly, depending on how far back their bloodline has reverted.

In the memories Song Fu received, the “King of Beast-Shifters” would lead the beast-shifters toward a new beginning.

He didn’t understand what that meant, nor did he know where that path would lead. But his memories told him that he should follow this king.

Song Fu lifted his head and looked at the enormous beast-shifter before him. There was hesitation in his voice as he asked, “Y-you… are you our king?”

The beast-shifter gazed at Song Fu with great kindness, lowered her head, and affectionately rubbed her nose against his. This was a way of expressing closeness, a gesture that could quickly shorten the distance between them.

Song Fu didn’t dodge. His instincts told him that the beast-shifter in front of him harbored no malice at all.

From her actions, Song Fu felt a sense of warmth.

It was very comfortable—like lying on a patch of grass and basking while his fur was warmed by the sun. This kind of warmth was something he had only ever felt from Song Yiran.

“‘King of Beast-Shifters’ is merely a title that was bestowed upon me. That title has the limitations of its era—it itself symbolizes class oppression, and in this age, it is no longer necessary.

You and I are equals. You may call me ‘Mang.’ I will do everything I can to open up a new path for all beast-shifters,” Mang explained.

“We need the same rights as ordinary people. But rights have never been granted freely—they are always won through blood and struggle.

This road is dangerous and difficult. But it is my responsibility, a responsibility I was given from the moment I was born. I will carve out a new era for you all.”

“We are no different from those people. We, too, are born from humans. Yet in their eyes, we are aberrations. Humans are viviparous, while we are oviparous.

From the moment we break our shells, we are in beast form, while humans are born in human form. That is why we are rejected by them.

Our appearance resembles the beastmen of Beast Planet, but beastmen cannot transform into humans, whereas we can take on human form after reaching adulthood. We are neither human nor beastman.

But we can only be born through humans. We are still humans—we’ve simply undergone atavism.

Our race is the same as that of humans. Yet humans cannot tolerate us. That is unreasonable.

By bloodline, there is no difference between us and them. Simply because our appearances are different, we are cast aside by human society. That makes no sense. It is unreasonable.

This society is sick, which is why they cannot accept us. And so we have lost the rights that should have been ours.

Every interstellar citizen has the right to education and medical care—these are the most basic rights.

But we don’t have them. We don’t even have the right to be raised by our mother or father. From the moment we’re born, we’re abandoned. This is wrong. We need equality.

I will reclaim every single one of the rights that belong to us.”

Song Fu listened, feeling a little confused. “Then why did you appear in my dream?”

“Maybe it’s because our atavistic bloodlines are somewhat connected. Look—don’t we look pretty similar?” Mang said mischievously, winking at Song Fu.

Song Fu nodded. Indeed, although Mang was much, much bigger than him, she looked like a greatly enlarged version of himself.

“How are you doing now? Has anyone bullied you?” Mang gently used her big paw to rub Song Fu’s head.

Mm, the fluffy texture felt just as good as she’d imagined. Ever since she first met this little one in a dream, she’d wanted to do this.

“I’m at a nursery now! The headmaster big brother is super nice!

He treats all of us really well! I’ve made lots of friends too. I’m very happy here!” When he talked about the nursery, Song Fu’s tail wagged happily.

His days at the nursery had been the happiest time of his life.

Hearing that Song Fu was doing well, Mang quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Ever since she had accidentally discovered that she could enter Song Fu’s dreams, she’d grown attached to the little one. She had wanted to bring Song Fu back and take care of him herself.

But she had already set foot on the path of fighting for rights. That road was far too dangerous—she didn’t dare, and couldn’t, drag an unarmed little child into it.

So Mang could only secretly keep an eye on Song Fu’s quality of life. If he were bullied, she would find every way possible to help him, without exposing herself.

Now that Song Fu was living a stable life, the weight in Mang’s heart was finally lifted.

“My memories tell me to follow you… but do I really have to?” Song Fu asked hesitantly, fiddling with his little claws.

He didn’t want to leave the nursery, didn’t want to leave Song Yiran and the others. No one had ever told him what to do in a situation like this. So he turned to Mang for help.

“No, of course not. You’re still just a child. Children don’t need to walk this road. The reason I stepped onto this path in the first place was so that children like you could live normal lives. You don’t need to worry about any of this—leave it to me.” Mang gently pressed her forehead against Song Fu’s small head.

Reluctantly, Mang stroked Song Fu’s fluffy head and said, “It’s time for you to go. When you wake up, you’ll forget everything that happened here. Live well from now on. We’ll meet again.”

At the appointed time, the renovation team arrived right on schedule and began transforming the rundown nursery.

Was this the power of interstellar technology? In just two short hours, the nursery was completely renewed.

The walls were reinforced and raised, and many childlike patterns were added to them.

The facilities in the yard were refurbished, and both the dormitory building and the classrooms were repainted, all using non-toxic, harmless materials.

The front gate of the nursery was replaced with a top-tier one, surveillance systems were installed, and the tattered old sign was swapped out for a brand-new plaque.

After seeing off the renovation team, Song Yiran began to ponder life.

He was no longer obsessed with returning to his original world. In that world, he had been completely alone.

After coming to the interstellar world and raising these cubs, he had already come to regard them as his own family. He no longer wanted to go back.

But if he couldn’t find the key point behind the collapse of the timeline, then sooner or later something would go wrong with this spacetime as well—and when that happened, he truly wouldn’t be able to stay.

Where exactly did the problem lie? What was the true cause of the timeline’s collapse? As long as he could find the critical node that caused the timeline to collapse, he would be able to stay here smoothly this time.

The difficulty lay precisely in this—how was he supposed to find the key point among so many planets?

That key point could be a person, an object, or even an event.

This was no different from looking for a needle in a haystack. If he searched little by little, he probably wouldn’t find it even in ten lifetimes. But the time left to him was already running out.

Song Yiran felt that perhaps he could find some clues from the mission itself. His mission was to complete the historical task of raising the cubs.

Raising these cubs to adulthood was what he had to do, so these cubs must definitely be related to the history that needed to be completed.

“Xiao Zhong’er, according to the original history, what major things would these cubs do after they grew up?”

Xiao Zhong’er flipped through the mission description. “According to the historical process, some of them will join the military in the future, participate in a major war, and achieve victory.

The rest will go into other industries, and in the end, they will all shine in their respective fields. This is the predetermined history.”

“How important was that war?” Song Yiran felt like he had caught hold of a key point.

“Let me check—found it! This war was extremely important. In the future, it will be written into textbooks and praised as one of the most historically significant wars. The cubs were also very important in it—their names will be written into the textbooks as well.” Xiao Zhong’er carefully flipped through the mission details he had been given.

Song Yiran felt that the problem might be related to this war, but his sixth sense told him that it wasn’t.

The timeline had collapsed far too early. At that time, the cubs hadn’t even found jobs yet. There had to be something he had forgotten.

He could sense that there was something discordant here, but he couldn’t find the source of that discord.

Seeing how troubled Song Yiran looked, Xiao Zhong’er also wanted to help, but his brainpower wasn’t quite enough, and he couldn’t really help think things through together.

He could only try to comfort him. “Let me tell you—those cubs who participated in that war were super impressive! When they joined, they were already the second-youngest commanders! After winning the war, they all got promotions and raises! One of them even became the second-youngest marshal! But due to certain confidentiality mechanisms, I can’t tell you exactly which one it was. Still, they’ll all have tons and tons of fans! They all became really amazing people! And the remaining cubs also turned out great when they grew up!”

A flash of insight struck Song Yiran’s mind, and he grabbed onto the fleeting inspiration. “You just said that when they first participated, they were already commanders?”

Xiao Zhong’er still hadn’t grasped the point and thought Song Yiran was simply happy for the cubs. “Yeah, yeah! They were the second-youngest commanders! Because they were especially talented, they were promoted as an exception.”

Song Yiran finally found the discordant point. This society had always discriminated against beast-shifters—how could someone make an exception to promote beast-shifters?

Unless this society no longer discriminated against beast-shifters.

But the last time he carried out the mission, society hadn’t changed that much. Discrimination against beast-shifters still existed; it was just slightly better.

He remembered that at that time, some beast-shifters had been calling for equal rights, and he had secretly supported them as well. But until the moment his mission failed, true equality had still not been achieved.

According to what Xiao Zhong’er said, the premise for those historical events was equality. So something must have happened that caused equality to fail—or be delayed.

Song Yiran wanted to know more details, but Xiao Zhong’er no longer had any additional information. The materials Xiao Zhong’er had access to were all centered on the cubs’ development; he had no other data.

Song Yiran, however, thought of even more possibilities. If Xiao Zhong’er didn’t have any information related to the equality movement, then that also meant that these cubs hadn’t been involved in that matter.

That made sense. At that time, the cubs were still very young and probably wouldn’t have thought about such things.

For now, he had only roughly determined a direction, and other possibilities couldn’t be ruled out. Song Yiran planned to follow this lead first.

The little white marten in the medical pod fell into a nightmare. In the dream, everything was pitch-black, and he couldn’t see anything.

He could hear a voice constantly speaking to him. That voice was filled with malice, like thorns, trying to pierce his skin and flesh.

“No one will ever love you—you’ve known that for a long time, haven’t you? Even your parents didn’t want you. In this world, no one will love you. You’ll never obtain anyone’s love.”

“No one cares about you. Your life is like a pile of rotten mud, a complete mess. Who would care about you? Who would bother with you? No one ever looked forward to your birth—not even your parents!”

“You’ll never get love, never ever! You’re only fit to be rotten mud in a gutter! No one will like you—no one ever will! Not even you yourself!”

The little white marten didn’t refute it, because he recognized the voice. It was his own.

The scene in the dream gradually became clearer. Standing opposite him was another version of himself—a version of himself covered in wounds.

“No one will love us! No one! No one will ever care about us! This world doesn’t welcome us at all—our mother and father didn’t have any expectations for our birth either… We were abandoned from the moment we were born…”

The little white marten didn’t speak. He simply silently hugged the other him.

No matter how sharp and piercing the words the other him spoke were, he knew that they only wanted to be loved.

“If they didn’t want to give us love… then why give birth to us… Why give birth to us and then not raise us? If they didn’t want to raise us, why give birth to us in the first place…”