Chapter 2

The first man of destiny, Araki.

The most noble and beloved prince of Dadacol, young, excellent in both riding and shooting, also slightly proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, a famous handsome young man, as if God favored him so much that he didn’t care about the lives of others. He was born with everything that others could never have in their lifetime, money, power, status, beauty, wisdom...

If he was an arrogant person, perhaps people would feel a little disgusted besides jealousy when they think of him, but his personality is surprisingly good, and he almost never gets angry with people around him, which is something everyone knows.

He was a luminous being, especially when he was standing in a crowd. Anyone could recognize him at a glance, unless he deliberately concealed it. Otherwise, he was brighter and more eye-catching than the sun.

Therefore, some people felt that his name was a flaw. The king explained that the national teacher had tried to explore destiny before the child was born. Destiny told the national teacher that the child of such a rich and noble family should not be given a name that was too prominent, otherwise it would be noticed by death and everyone would regret it.

The national teacher followed the instructions, and the king also thought so. The queen did not disagree. As for the person who was not born at that time, he could not express his opinion, so the matter was settled.

To this day, anyone in Dadacol will know who the person in front of him is when the name is mentioned. Therefore, Araki always wants to find a place where no one is around to hide and enjoy a little peace that belongs to him.

Usually at this time, he would get rid of the servants behind him and order the guards in the dark to stay away. The guards were loyal to their duties and were reluctant to leave too far, but they didn't need to leave too far. As long as they couldn't hear each other clearly at the first time, the guards could still see him. If he turned his back, he wouldn't see the guards. This was a delicate state that everyone could accept.

Araki felt satisfied, so he went to a place where he was alone again and again under the pretext of taking a walk.

Today was different from other times. Araki found a very beautiful bird on the tree. He stood firmly under the tree, looking at the bird. Suddenly he was curious. Where did this bird come from?

It didn't look like a newborn. He knew what a newborn bird looked like because he had seen one when he was very young.

Although he only caught a glimpse from a distance, he had seen it before. It wasn't pretty. It was bald, with flesh-colored skin that was a little reddish. It wasn't furry, but had a slightly pale feel. It had no feathers. Its eyes were very protruding. Its head was the largest part of its body. Its beak was also small, like a grain of rice.

He couldn't remember clearly whether the beak he saw was yellow or off-white, but it didn't matter.

The bird was crushed to death by the first child who found it. Even the eggs in the nest on the tree were pushed down and fell to the ground, breaking. The ground was originally grayish white, but after a bird egg fell, it turned yellowish white with a little transparent sticky liquid. If the bird egg was bad, it might emit a bad smell after falling to the ground, which was so disgusting that it made people want to vomit.

Compared with the long-lost and vague impression in the memory, the bird in front of me is undoubtedly a very beautiful existence. It has a small and exquisite body, a pleasant voice, colorful feathers, and fluffy wings that can be easily spread and fly. It has two cute claws that are not sharp, and a curved hair on its head like a comic protagonist, which looks a little confused.

The two small black eyes blinked, like little stars, like grape seeds, like the core of a round lychee.

Araki suddenly liked the bird a little. He approached the tree trunk carefully, looking up at it, blinking his eyes, and suddenly felt very happy. He couldn't help laughing, and found that the bird was not scared away. Araki stretched out his hand and caught the silly bird on the branch, holding it in his palm and opening it a little bit to look at it.

He was afraid of accidentally killing this fragile and beautiful bird, so he didn't use much strength. He was also worried that when he opened his hands, the frightened bird would fly away immediately. He was very nervous, but the bird seemed to know what he was thinking. It lowered its head to comb its feathers that were a little messy because it was caught. When it saw him move his hands away and stare at it, it raised its head and made a sound at him.

Araki looked at the bird and thought, it was a very nice sound, and it was indeed true.

The bird jumped in the palm of his hand. He was startled and quickly clasped his hands together. Then he carefully peeked through the gap and found that the bird seemed to be stunned. He quickly moved his hand away and found that the bird was not hurt. He breathed a sigh of relief and said to the bird, "You are so weird. You suddenly appeared here. There are no birds like you around. You stay on the tree and don't leave. You are not afraid of people."

Araki murmured, "Could you be sent by God to save me?"

After he said this, he smiled and felt it was impossible. He shook his head, pinched the bird's feathers, found a very thin thread to put it around the bird's claws, pinched the thread, and pulled it. The bird staggered and quickly called at Araki in anger.

Araki whispered, "I'm sorry, but it's easy for you to die if you're alone outside. I don't want to see you die. I hope you can go home with me. I promise that when you go home with me, there will be many people to take care of you. You will have a good life, better than living in the open air now. I don't want to hurt you, don't be afraid."

The people around him watched him speak and muttered in their hearts that the prince was sentimental and had to speak so gently to a beautiful bird. However, this bird was not a human, could it understand?

In fact, the bird really understood, because this bird was not an ordinary bird, nor was it someone else. It was the world of truth that was placed next to the destined person by the system.

It is true that the world of truth was originally a person, but his body had been killed, his corpse had been dispersed, and his consciousness had almost completely dissipated to the point where it could not be found at all. The system said that if the consciousness of the world of truth were now placed in the body of a normal living person, the world of truth might reveal flaws because it could not adapt to life and be suspected by others. Instead of that -

"Why don't I give you the body of a little bird, which I guarantee will be beautiful, flexible, and cute, and it doesn't need to eat or drink water or perform other physiological activities, so that you can adapt to it. Once you're adapted, I can hand over the processed body of a normal human being to you. It would be even better if you gain the trust of the Man of Destiny during this period of time.

He will remind you, supervise you, and help you cover up. By then, even if something happens, you don't have to worry too much.

It's better than being caught and burned as soon as you show up, right?

Moreover, as a bird, it is easier to gain the trust of the Man of Destiny than as a human.

What do you think?"

asked the system.

The True World said, "Then let's do this."

He turned into a bird and landed on a branch of a tree next to a stream in the quiet park where Araki often went. When he lowered his head, he felt a little dizzy. Looking down from above, he felt a little flustered. As a bird, this was definitely abnormal, but it did not rule out some special misfortunes, such as a fear of heights. However, the True World thought that he had better be more normal.

More normal.

Don't be suspected, and gain the trust of the destined person faster, then you can kill the monster faster.

If he hadn't had any other choice, he wouldn't want to wait a moment.

Thinking of these things, the World of Truth sighed in his heart, lowered his head and combed his feathers, feeling a little lost.

Araki keenly noticed that this little bird was different from other birds not only in appearance. He pushed the bird's head with his finger and said with a smile: "What's the matter? You are so young, do you still have something on your mind? I'm not as idle as you, but you are sadder than me? Then what can I do?"

The World of Truth poked his finger without any strength. Araki smiled even more happily: "You look quite human, why don't I give you a name?"

He thought for a moment . He whispered, "When I was young, I heard a story. The people in the story said that names are very important. If there is no name, the things you get will also fly away. If you have a name, even if you don't hold it in your hand, it's like holding a thread, never separated, always able to find the way home, and always looking forward to seeing each other again. What do you think?"

The world of truth replied perfunctorily, but the voice was not loud, and he didn't expect him to really take it to heart.

Araki smiled like a child who got a candy, and murmured, "Since you answered me, I will take it as your agreement. In fact, if you don't answer, I will also take it as your tacit consent. I didn't expect you to be much smarter than other things."

He looked around and said again in a lower voice, "Much smarter than some people."

The world of truth was infected by Araki's sneaky look, and nodded seriously, as if he was stunned.

Araki returned to his normal state, looked at the world of truth, and smiled: "I feel much better after seeing you. Although everyone says that I have nothing to be sad about, it is unreasonable to be sad, and it is not necessarily happy every day just because you are in a high position. Some people say that only fools and lunatics can be happy every day, and even they may not be able to be like that."

The expression on his face gradually became lonely, like a tire that was deflated after being stabbed with a needle. He lowered his head, a little depressed, and whispered as he walked: "If I give you a name, you can't leave me. Are you afraid? You will be my friend in the future, okay? We will be together for the rest of our lives, okay?"