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Chapter 829  I Hate Being CONTROLLED

The appearance of these creatures was the stuff of nightmares. Zombies, their bodies a showcase of the ravages of death and unnatural preservation, moved with a singular purpose. Among them, mutated beings stood out with their grotesque forms—limbs too long, eyes glowing with a malevolent purple light, mouths agape in silent screams and snarls. The mutations varied from subtle to grotesquely overt, with some bearing appendages that seemed to defy nature\'s laws, all testament to the corruptive power that had raised them from death.

Their faces, or what remained of them, were twisted visages of horror. Skin hung in tatters, revealing the bone and sinew beneath. Some bore expressions frozen in eternal agony, while others wore the blank stare of the soulless, their humanity stripped away by their undead state. The air around them was thick with the stench of decay, a palpable presence that added to the oppressive atmosphere of their advance.

As the swarm moved, it seemed as though the very ground beneath them desecrated, a blight upon the earth that left nothing but desolation in its wake. The undead army, devoid of reason or mercy, advanced with an inexorable determination, driven by an unseen force that cared not for the lives it destroyed or the terror it wrought.

This ghastly procession towards Glenn\'s territory was a vivid reminder of the powers at play in a world where death could be both an end and a beginning. As Lenny and Minnie watched from their ethereal perch, the advance of the undead served as a stark contrast to the silent contemplation above.

Lenny, possessing the power to quell the tumult with a mere gesture, found himself ensnared in a web of contemplation. The battlefield below, while ripe for his intervention, became a tableau for a deeper internal struggle, a reflection on the consequences of his potential actions. The knowledge that every action bore its own ripple of repercussions weighed heavily on him. The fabric of fate and destiny was delicate, each thread interwoven with the next in a complex pattern that defied simple manipulation.

The realization that intervening in the battle could unravel the threads of future events gave Lenny pause. The notion that saving those in the immediate could prevent the events leading to Victor\'s entrapment in Imperilment, and consequently, the absence of Allison from his future, was a paradox too significant to ignore. Lenny raised his hand and a white fire ball appeared in it. With the kind of power he had, this one fire ball was enough to destroy more than half of the undead below and save the Territory. But did he really want to do it?

He contemplated this action and the ball of white flames burned silently in his hand. Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

Minnie sitting silently behind him understood what was going on. She spoke up, "I really do not like that place. My memories of it are not nice, but are you really going to not help them?"

Her words made Lenny pause, and he suddenly turned to her, "I heard from the Fates that you are a Chosen. I don\'t know what it means to be chosen by fate so maybe you can enlighten me on the topic. What is Fate?"

Minnie\'s brows creased a little at those words. "Many say Fate is predestiny. It can never be avoided, nor controlled, and we only live the lives that it gifts us, and \'AS\' it gifts us. We are all little parts, screws and bolts of a grander machine called Destiny.

All we can do is work our parts and fulfill our task for the greater gain."

After saying these words, she went silent. Lenny observed her a bit. Minnie was without facial features except a mouth, there was not much to observe. However, instinctively, he could tell that if she had eyes, he would read that she had more to say. And so he asked. "What about you, what do you think Fate is?"

She raised her head to him, "honestly, I should be asking you that question. You were supposed to have died or at least become a slave for the Asmodeus family, but you defied the odds of common sense and went back through time. You, a little \'BOLT\' in the machine, affected the purpose of the entire machine." Lenny raised a brow at her, "But did I?" he asked back. "I don\'t understand what you mean." She responded.

"Did i really change things? Let\'s take the Sister\'s of fate as an example: The message I got from the sister\'s of fate was already there even before I went back in time. But at that time, I did not get it. and only got it at this time. This means that I was meant to get it, or rather, I was meant to go back in time. Which means that they already knew that I would go back in time and thus set the stage for me."

More thoughts swarm in Lenny\'s head, and he spoke up, "What if me, actually dying or becoming a slave of the Asmodeus family, would have changed the predetermined Fate. Also, it raises the question in my mind, what is the predetermined Fate. What Fate are my being steered towards. What fate are you all guiding me towards. Do you know, I hate being CONTROLLED...." His gaze fixed intently on her....