Time Travel: He is My Dad!

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

Reborn as the controller of space-time fragments

Feng Jing's consciousness once again plunged into the endless void. This time, he felt no more the tearing of cracks, but the overlapping of countless spatial fragments. His body transformed into tiny specks of light, floating in an invisible vortex. Each fragment held infinite possibilities, each contained a piece of absurd history.

He felt as if his body was no longer a concrete entity, but rather a particle flowing through countless overlapping dimensions, sometimes light, sometimes darkness, sometimes an utterly unimaginable geometric form. His consciousness shuttled back and forth in this ocean of fragments, his existence like some kind of primordial particle abandoned by God, constantly undergoing rebirth, collapse, and reorganization, but never able to find his true self.

"Do you think you've broken free from the shackles of fate?" Suddenly, that familiar voice sounded again, with a deeper sarcasm than before. "Feng Jing, you are still just a product of time and space. You can't escape any script."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled for a moment, and a surge of anger rose within him. His existence was no longer confined to a tiny individual; it had become a collection of countless fragments of time and space, a source of countless intersecting possibilities. Every second, Feng Jing's consciousness wandered among these fragments, experiencing countless absurd moments. In one moment, he saw himself as a dictator, ruling the entire universe; in the next, he was a helpless wanderer, struggling to survive in a barren wasteland.

Feng Jing's consciousness fluctuated violently. He wanted to break free, but found that he could not control the flow of these fragments at all. He was no longer Feng Jing, but a composite of countless Feng Jings, a projection of every time and space, the continuation and end of fate itself.

"Don't you understand?" The voice suddenly became gentle, carrying an indescribable temptation. "You have never escaped fate, because you are the center of fate. You can't get rid of it, nor can you transcend it. You have never truly lived, because you are always repeating the same history, shuttling between endless fragments of time and space."

Feng Jing's heart was filled with utter despair. He saw version after version of himself, from different perspectives and with different appearances, struggling in countless parallel worlds, trying to break the shackles of fate, but he could never escape the invisible thread.

He saw himself as a genius scientist who successfully solved the ultimate mystery of the universe, but was destroyed by the technology he created; he saw himself as a superhero who saved countless galaxies, but was betrayed by his allies in the final battle; he saw himself as an ordinary farmer, silently cultivating a barren land, but also repeated endless labor throughout his life, and eventually turned into a pile of dust.

Each image of Feng Jing is like an absurd script, playing out endlessly. Every trajectory of time and space is like an inescapable chain, tightly binding him. Feng Jing begins to wonder if all this is real, or just some inescapable nightmare?

"You have never understood true freedom," the voice said coldly. "True freedom is not about breaking free from bondage, but about accepting fate and becoming a part of it."

Feng Jing's consciousness sank into a deep confusion. He no longer knew who he was, or why he existed. Time, space, existence, and disappearance—all these concepts became blurred. Feng Jing realized that he was no longer the Feng Jing who longed to escape his fate, but the embodiment of fate itself. Every star's birth, every grain of dust's movement, was part of his control.

"But..." Feng Jing suddenly had a crazy idea, "If I have never existed, does that mean none of this has ever happened?"

As this thought arose, Feng Jing's existence was once again violently distorted. All the fragments of space and time began to vibrate violently, and Feng Jing's consciousness was drawn into it. He saw himself transformed into countless fragments, like decomposed atoms, constantly shattering, reorganizing, and shattering again in the void.

He realized that the core of all this wasn't "fate" as he understood it, but something more indescribable—a force that shattered everything, an irresistible, infinitely engulfing darkness. This darkness didn't come from the outside world, but from Feng Jing's deepest fears and longings. It represented all the possibilities never realized, all the destinies never defined.

"You can't escape." The voice sounded again, with an irresistible certainty, "Because you are the beginning and end of this endless cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness exploded again, and all the fragments disappeared in an instant, turning into a complete blank.

Chapter 394: Immortal Light and the Other Side of Nothingness