activa-t Chapter 164 Unlucky Will
Chapter 164 Unlucky Will
Chapter 164 Unlucky Will
Has the probability die been corrupted?
Cyril looked bewildered. He knew that the probability die had a living property, but it seemed that it had never been mentioned that it could be corrupted.
Is the activation of the probability die due to contamination?
Composing himself, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Contaminated by what, and when?"
The little boy leaned against his wheelchair, his face pale, and his voice sounded hoarse, as if he was about to cry.
"Just two months ago, the long river that represents destiny suddenly began to stir, and a brand new tributary appeared out of nowhere, flowing towards the unknown."
"This upheaval has activated the 'Key of Light,' which represents the uncertainty and chaos of fate and was sealed within the Western Continent. Its power has influenced the probability dice through the seal."
"It was because of that accident that I was at a disadvantage in the chase with that stupid serpent, Ouroboros, and the School of Life also suffered a blow because of the 'Primordial Moon'."
"And the root cause of all these changes is you!"
"Um...is that so?" Sirion looked at Will Onsett in the wheelchair opposite him with a blank expression.
He suspected that Will Onsett was trying to shift the blame onto him, but his intuition told him that what the other man said was true.
...Is the world justifying my existence, or is he simply unlucky?
Seeing the bewildered and doubtful look on Sirion's face, Will Onsett glared at him angrily and said:
"You think I'm lying to you?"
"No, it's just..." He paused slightly before stating the fact tactfully:
"Is it possible that even without my existence, the School of Life would still split due to its internal belief in the 'Primordial Moon,' and you would still be caught by Ouroboros, forcing a restart?"
Will Onsett nodded with a troubled expression: "That's certainly a possibility."
"But that's not the future that's happening now. The fact that has already occurred is that you've brought me a series of misfortunes!"
"It's all because of you, you unlucky guy, that I had to..."
Before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly turned panicked.
"Damn it, how did that stupid snake get here so fast?"
"Take me away from here, this is not the place to restart."
"Me?" Cyril glanced at the empty surroundings and pointed to himself.
Will Onsett immediately nodded and said, "Of course, you've brought me so much misfortune, shouldn't you offer some compensation?"
"Um, okay."
After a moment's hesitation, Sirien nodded in agreement to the other party's request.
He then quickly walked behind Will Oncetin and pushed the wheelchair out of the cemetery.
Seeing Sirion pushing his wheelchair away, the child-like Will Oncetin immediately started shouting:
"Interference, interference against divination and prophecy—as an 'apprentice,' can't you even run away?"
Cyril:.:
"Is 'apprentice' now synonymous with running away?"
He muttered a complaint under his breath, then pushed his wheelchair away while conjuring a gleaming crystal ball with his hand.
Snapped!
The crystal ball that had just been formed shattered instantly, and the fragments of shimmering starlight quickly merged into the void and disappeared.
Having just finished his interference, Will Uncrestin spoke again:
"There's a small pond ahead!"
Cyril glanced at it, then silently pushed his wheelchair toward the small puddle formed by the accumulated water; the reflective puddle was also a kind of mirror.
A deep blue ripple spread across the surface of the pool, quickly coalescing into an illusory door leading to the world in the mirror.
A few seconds after Cyril and Will Onsetin disappeared, the cemetery suddenly fell into a deathly silence, with silvery light constantly seeping out from the void and then disappearing quickly.
Where Will Onsett had just been standing, a tall, thin man with long silver hair reaching his vest appeared silently. He was wearing a simple, plain linen robe.
He had gentle features and a handsome face. His silver eyes always looked ahead indifferently, as if he were observing fate as an outsider.
A few breaths later, he suddenly frowned: "...Gone?"
He looked around, took a step forward, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
In the mirror world, Cyril, who was constantly moving from one mirror to another in his wheelchair, suddenly stopped and reached out to conjure a glittering crystal ball.
Only after the crystal ball shattered did he resume his journey, pushing his wheelchair along the way.
Will Onsett suddenly asked, "Do you know where we're going?"
Cyril shook his head: "I don't know, but with your luck, it doesn't matter whether you know the destination or not, right?"
"How could it be nothing!" Will Onsett, in his wheelchair, was somewhat agitated.
"I've already wasted so much luck on that stupid serpent Urolius, and on you too. If this continues, more bad things are bound to happen."
"I think you'd better not say anything." Cyril's face darkened, and he looked ahead warily.
His spiritual intuition was triggered; it seemed there was a third person in this mirror world.
As he cautiously looked around, a figure in a black tailcoat and a dark red cloak appeared in the passageway leading to the next mirror.
This was a middle-aged man in his forties, with neatly combed, greasy hair, meticulous in every detail, and dark green eyes that were devoid of any emotion.
"They are the 'vengeful spirits' of the Rose School."
Will Unsett recognized the other person immediately, his tone filled with disdain.
Cyril pressed further, "Then can you take care of him?"
Will Onsett stared wide-eyed in disbelief:
"I'm just a ten-year-old child, and you're asking me to deal with a brutal, terrifying, bloody, and violent 'vengeful spirit'!"
Cyril: ...
After a half-second silence, he pulled a piece of drawing paper from his pocket and took out a bright silver peacemaker from the drawing.
"Remember to let him run into my bullet himself."
After saying that, before Will Onsett could respond, Sir Ryan pulled the trigger.
boom! boom! boom!
The bullets trailed silver streaks through the air, heading straight for the "vengeful spirits" that had suddenly appeared on the other side.
Before being hit by the bullet, the figure of the "vengeful spirit" suddenly became transparent and silently disappeared into this mirror world.
At the edge of the mirror world, bullets sank into the darkness of the boundary, only to burst into a few fragments of dawn-like light before disappearing without a trace.
"He ran away already?"
Sirion stared speechlessly at the spot where the "vengeful spirit" had vanished.
Will Oncetin, in his wheelchair, coldly explained:
"A 'vengeful spirit' is a spiritual entity that can directly communicate with the spirit world. They belong to the ranks below demigods with the strongest spiritual intuition. Do you think they wouldn't sense the danger emanating from me?"
Cyril: "You're still not lucky enough, otherwise we could have just picked up a Sequence 5 Extraordinary trait."
"Fate is never given away for free." Will Uncatherine shook his head with an air of maturity:
Even those extraordinary individuals who follow the "Destiny" path need to accumulate luck to offset the necessary expenditures.
Cyril shrugged silently, said nothing more, and pushed his wheelchair toward the next mirror world.
After a series of twists and turns in the mirror world, Cyril finally brought Will Unsett to the home of his parents, whom he had chosen for him.
The boy-like Will Uncrestin, supporting himself on the armrest of his wheelchair, stood up on one leg and looked at Cyril with a serious expression:
"Remember to forget what happened today. During this restart period, I will be in a state of extreme weakness. I cannot let that stupid serpent seize the opportunity."
"Also, remember to dispose of my body."
"Yes, you can find a trustworthy 'craftsman' to make it into an amulet to carry with you. This can alleviate some of the negative influence of fate on you."
Cyril: (°一°#)
"I don't have the habit of carrying a physical body with me..."
Will Onsetin looked at him, puzzled. "Doesn't the extraordinary characteristics extracted from an extraordinary being count as part of the corpse?"
Moreover, many magical items are formed by a combination of extraordinary properties and certain physical characteristics. Wouldn't you feel psychological pressure when using them?
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Cyril looked at Will Unsett in front of him, then at the interrogator's ring on his hand, and finally shook his head firmly.
"What you say makes sense, but I can't accept this suggestion psychologically."
Will Onsett frowned in distress: "But then I won't have a proper reward for you."
Cyril mentally gave a thumbs-down to the mercury serpent that had taken his body as payment, then suggested:
"You can pay me back now. You're just restarting, not dying."
Will Onsett reluctantly nodded: "Okay then, but I have a feeling I'll be at a disadvantage if I do this."
"Then you'd better figure out how to dispose of my body yourself, just make sure that stupid snake and the Aurora Society don't find it."
After saying that, Will Unsett waved his hand at him, and then, as if all his energy had been drained, he collapsed to the ground, powerless.
Instead of helping him up immediately, Cyril looked up at the sky.
He saw a phantom, silvery-white serpent emerge, biting its own tail to form a huge, complete wheel.
Then, the mercury serpent formed a wheel that rotated counterclockwise, faster and faster, smaller and smaller, until it completely faded and disappeared.