Chaos is a state of confusion in which qi, form, and quality are integrated and unseparated before the formation of the universe.

In many myths, the world originated from chaos, and at first the heavens and the earth were joined together, that is, in a state of chaos, until the creator God separated them.

"If fate is a river, then chaos is it."

A clear voice sounded, the misty mist in front of him rolled up, the light rose from the front, and the vision gradually became clearer.

The sky was clear, and a river meandered through the grassland, and a couple of men and women sat on the riverside.

The man's appearance feels very familiar, and the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose reflect the blue sky.

The woman had fiery red hair, and she leaned lightly on the man's shoulder.

Not far from the two of them, a boy was running naked and playing in the river.

The picture is quiet and peaceful.

"If you find Chaos, you can find your destiny?" The woman asked softly.

The man shook his head slowly, "There are many worlds, which means that chaos is endless. As each chaos evolves into a world, rivers of fate begin to flow, but those are tributaries."

"Where is it?"

"I don't know."

The woman raised her head slightly, and her tone was sad: "Then you ......."

"It's okay." The man patted her on the head and said, "When a world is shattered, the tributaries will dry up, but those that have flowed out will return to the embrace of fate. So, if you can't hold it, then grab its tail."

"What does that mean?"

The man looked at the creek in front of him.

Suddenly, a fish jumped up and splashed, disturbing the calm of the river.

"If fate is a river, then we are all fish in the river. Fate pushes you forward when you go downstream, but when you swim upstream, you feel a clear resistance, and if you jump out of the water, the river will immediately fluctuate. No matter what state it is, as long as you experience it carefully, even mortals can feel its existence."

"So, how do you catch it?"

"Make more fish jump."

"I can't see fate, how do I know I've caught it?"

"Destiny will enter your body and become a colorful thread, and the more destiny you grasp, the longer and more splendid it will be."

"But what's the use of holding on to it?"

The man raised his glasses and turned his head slightly, his golden eyes seemed to have the power to cross time and space.

"To grasp destiny is to grasp everything."

The endless fog rose again, and the blue sky and grassland were completely obscured in an instant.

Ryan felt like a lonely boat floating on the ocean, but his ears kept echoing the conversation he had just heard.

Those were his parents he hadn't seen in a long time.

This conversation is still traceable in his memory, about a certain trip fifteen years ago.

The boy running bare-bottomed in the river is himself.

Destiny!

When he heard the word, Ryan's heart throbbed, as if an instinct from the depths of his blood had suddenly been activated.

Seize your fate.

It's like catching everything!

After a long time of drifting, the lonely boat capsized.

Plunged into the ocean and sank deeply.

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"He looks like he's just been rained."

"But it hasn't rained in seven days......

"Maybe it fell into the river?"

"Then how did he pass out in the ground?"

「…… You know to talk to me! Why don't you go find your clothes, no, get me a basin of hot water first, he's wet and dirty, I'll have to wipe him down."

"Well, well, I don't know if he can put on Clark's clothes......

"He looks about Clarke's size, so he should be fine."

The man went to fetch water, and the woman looked down at the boy's dirty face, and her face couldn't help but show pity.

She reached out and brushed away the wet strands of hair that had been on his cheek, her fingertips gently wiping away a cloud of dust, revealing the tender face beneath.

He was wet and covered with mud, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes were slender, and although he was young, his facial features were already handsome.

"Poor boy......

As she was sighing, she saw the boy suddenly open his eyes, and she quickly withdrew her hand in shock.

At the same time, those golden eyes immediately attracted her attention.

The whites of the eyes are so clear that there is not a trace of variegated color, which makes the gold appear more pure, and the complex organization around the ring inside the pupil resembles a deep and mysterious universe in the gold.

The eyeball suddenly moved, and the pupil suddenly looked like a golden-red burning star, and the light silently dispelled the boundless darkness, making the body and soul feel unprecedented sunlight and warmth at the same time.

The woman couldn't help but hold her chest, and the light of that moment shone into her heart, as if the negative emotions that had been buried for years were suddenly swept away.

She looked at the child in front of her in shock, but the light she saw from behind Jesus when she prayed in church many years ago.

Ryan was also looking into her eyes.

In the light green eyes, a young face that has been absent for a long time is reflected.

As a result, his pupils instantly constricted.

And this also allowed the woman to recover from her distraction, she blinked, suppressed the surging emotions, and a sincere and kind smile appeared on her face again: "Oh, child, you woke up, we saw you in the cornfield when we went out for a walk just now, and you fainted, so we took you home."

Ryan blinked and nodded slightly.

The woman continued, "Do you remember where you came from? And also...... You're damp, have you been separated from your family because you're swimming?"

Ryan tried to sit up.

The woman hurriedly reached out to help him.

At this moment, a man with a basin came out. Seeing Ryan wake up, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"The little guy is awake, why don't you let him take a shower?"

The woman smiled and nodded, and said to Ryan, "You should be very cold now, you may catch a cold if you continue to wear this clothes, why don't you take a shower and change your clothes, and we will send you home, okay?"

Ryan nodded.

On the occasion of getting up.

The man said, "Martha, you go and help him find clothes, and I'll take him to the bathroom."

Ryan jerked his head up, his feet pastagning.

Martha?!

Which Martha?

Ryan immediately turned his head and looked around, although the furniture and items in the room were very clean, they had nothing to do with the rich and the like, and could even be regarded as poor, and she also talked about the cornfield just now.

So......

Martha also said to the man at this time, "Jonathan, don't tell me you don't know where Clark's clothes are?"

"Ahem, of course I do." Jonathan beckoned to Ryan, "Follow me, little one, maybe you'd like to take a bath?" Let's test the temperature of the water."

Martha bowed her head: "Go, don't be afraid, he's a very good guy."

Jonathan didn't look back and said, "Thank you for the compliment!"

Entering the bathroom, the other party was already squatting next to the bathtub to test the water temperature.

When Ryan stepped forward, he smiled and looked back, and the moment they met, his gaze was equally attracted by Ryan's eyes.

Three seconds later, his smile was even brighter: "Wow, I swear, your eyes have extraordinary magical powers, and you will definitely charm countless girls in the future!"

As he spoke, his eyes continued to look at Ryan, and when he saw his hands, he immediately got up and picked up the shower to help him rinse the dirt.

"My name is Jonathan, what about you?" He said as he scrubbed with his head down.

"Ryan

Lee."

"Ryan?" Jonathan looked up at his eyes again: "It's very suitable for you, your eyes are like lions on the prairie, although immature, but sooner or later you will become the lion king, right?"

The Lion King is a favorite cartoon for children, and Jonathan thinks that this way of speaking will bring a smile to Ryan's grim little face.

Of course, he was disappointed, and Ryan's response was only a small nod.

"Huh? Do you have a thread in your hand?" Jonathan said in surprise.

Ryan immediately lowered his head, only to see a short line about half a centimeter long and three millimeters wide appear on the inside of his right forearm.

Is this fate?

"What kind of paint is it painted with, and why can't it be washed off?" Jonathan rubbed it over and over again.

Ryan: "I painted it myself, and it will fall off slowly."

Hearing this, Jonathan was no longer obsessed and nodded slightly.

Less.

"I'll help you undress."

"Thanks, I'll do it myself." He's just a human being who has gotten smaller, not a real child.q.

"Okay, man, then you don't need me to take a shower for you, do you?"

Ryan: Nonsense.

"I see." Jonathan smiled again, and he pointed to the low table next to him, on which there were a lot of toiletries, "You can just use Clark's, he's my son, about your age."

Turning to open the door, he turned back and admonished, "Then you have to be careful, if you need help, I will be outside the door at all times." Also, the bathtub isn't particularly safe for small children, so you've got to make me hear or I'm going to break in, or can you close the curtain and I can turn my back and wait for you?"

Ryan took a light breath and replied seriously, "No thanks, I'll take care of it."

Seeing that he insisted, Jonathan had no choice but to nod and retreat, while not forgetting to give him an encouraging smile.

There was a click, and the bathroom door closed.

Ryan took off his clothes in twos and threes, walked into the bathtub, and neatly cleaned himself.

Get up and walk to the mirror.

Lack of height, can only see half of his own face.

Wow~

In the mirror, a pair of soft and warm wings of light slowly unfolded, and the body floated lightly in the air.

Ryan brushed back his hair and stared at his face, a quick comparison with his past self.

Twelve years old, but looks like only seven or eight years old.

From this age onwards, his height will increase by leaps and bounds.

Knock knock!

Jonathan's voice came, "Hey, kid, are you okay?"

"I'm done."

"Okay, I'll give you the clothes, even though they were worn by Clark, they've all been washed."

The door opened, and Jonathan reached out a hand to enter the door, but his face turned to the other side.

Ryan took it, closed the door and quickly changed his clothes.

Walking out of the bathroom and into the living room, Jonathan, who was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper, looked up.

"Martha! You're right, he's a handsome lad!" He smiled and shouted to the kitchen, "Ryan, come, sit down for a while."

Martha came over with hot milk and sandwiches and placed them in front of Ryan, and she smiled and said, "It's still early, drink some milk to warm up and then eat something."

Ryan nodded, reaching for his cup.

The two looked at him quietly, sometimes smiling at each other.

After a while, Ryan felt an abnormal blood energy fluctuation rapidly approaching, and he immediately turned his head to look at the door.

In the next second, the door opened.

A seven or eight-year-old walked in with a school bag on his back.

"I'll be back......" he paused, looking at Ryan with a look of astonishment, then excitement.

"Got a guest at home?"