Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 125 The Destined Moment

In the dark and deep sewer, Lanevus rolled and jumped skillfully, dodging attack after attack.

After a confrontation with Cecima, he managed to get rid of the tree seeds left on him by the True Creator and escaped into the sewers.

For some reason, a man in a masked clown was already waiting along his escape route and tried to kill him.

The clown had a deck of tarot cards in his hand, which were like sharp knives, scratching his skin again and again, forcing him to flee in embarrassment.

"Damn it, why is this stupid clown here? He shouldn't be a Nighthawk."

Lanevus skillfully crossed the garbage piled in the sewer. Suddenly, he paused for a moment. The next moment, the scenery in front of him changed, and he appeared a few meters behind him, muttering the same words:
"Damn it, why is this stupid clown here? He shouldn't be a Nighthawk."

Lanevus didn't seem to notice. He crossed the pile of garbage and suddenly appeared in the same place where he was a few seconds ago.

Klein stopped and kept the tarot card in his hand. He looked at Lanevus nervously, repeating the meaningless action over and over again.

Lanevus's time seemed to have been reset, but Lanevus himself was unaware of it.

Suddenly, Klein heard someone walking in the sewer. Using his psychic vision, he could see the other person's spiritual radiance, but he couldn't see his more specific appearance.

"Who are you?" Klein's body tensed up. He stared at the figure in front of the sewer, extremely nervous.

Lewis didn't expect that he would see Klein chasing Lanevus right after he woke up, right in the sewer under his feet.

However, since he had met him, he did not sit idly by and just regarded it as a way to stabilize Mr. Fate's position.

"Mr. 'Destiny' asked me to witness the rise of a legendary figure, and I think I have witnessed it." Lewis smiled and asked, "Shouldn't we take advantage of this moment to get rid of him?"

The power of the magical item was too strong. As he maintained this state, he could feel his spiritual power rapidly draining away every moment.

In less than two minutes at most, he would be forced to disable the magical item due to spiritual exhaustion.

Klein seemed to come to his senses. He threw out a few tarot cards, which scratched across Lanevus's vulnerable parts, almost cutting off his head.

The next moment, Lanevus finally passed the pile of garbage. Blood gushed out of his whole body and he fell a few meters away. His head rolled down and fell into a dirty puddle.

Seeing that the matter had been dealt with, Lewis turned around and slowly walked towards the far end of the sewer.

Klein moved his tense body. After witnessing that scene, cold sweat broke out on his back.

Lanevus was obviously a transcendent of a fairly high Sequence, but in front of that gentleman, he was played around like a puppet. He didn’t even understand what was happening and just died like that.

Mr. Destiny is indeed a god who has witnessed ancient history. He is just a favored one, yet he possesses such incredible means.

Klein straightened his back, and scenes of Tingen City flashed before his eyes. He began to cry, and then his tears were mixed with laughter.

"Hahaha……"

Klein continued to vent his anger. After a while, his laughter stopped. He squinted his left eye at the darkest part of the sewer and muttered to himself silently:

"team leader……

You see, we saved Rune again..."

Then, Klein left the sewer. He couldn't recover all the tarot cards that he had thrown out as weapons, and he didn't dare to communicate with Lanevus.

Only a badge was found on the corpse, and on the badge was the words "Hold this item and you can join."

After cleaning the stain on his shoes, Klein ran out of the sewer in one breath. He didn't relax until he reached Black Palm Street. Then, in the one-bedroom house he rented, he quickly performed a ritual to summon himself, and used his spirit body to move all the clothes and items he had used tonight onto the gray fog.

"Someone who helped me tonight."

Klein manifested a round-bellied fountain pen and parchment and wrote down the divination statement. He silently recited the divination statement while leaning back in the high-backed chair. A gray scene appeared before his eyes.

In this gray scene, a figure seemed to be condensed into shape, but it shattered immediately at the moment it was about to appear.

Klein forced himself out of the dream with a smile on his face.

"Yes, the person I met today is Mr. Fate's favored one. Perhaps because Mr. Fate is protecting him, his favored ones cannot be divined.

However, the followers of Mr. Fate should be like this.

They cannot be predicted, they only appear when 'fated'."

……

Lewis carefully left the East End, changed his clothes and quickly returned to the unattended inn opposite the Harvest Church.

What happened today taught him that Sealed Artifact 0-08 was too terrifying.

Just by fortune-telling and trying to find out some information about Sealed Object 0-08, he was dragged into an incident that almost guaranteed his death.

If the Lord of Mysteries had not opened a back door for him, allowing him to enter the gray fog, he suspected that he would have been a corpse by now.

"No, maybe it's not a corpse, but a monster that has lost control. Who knows what the extraordinary person in 'Destiny Passage' will become after losing control?

In short, it will definitely damage my handsome appearance."

Lewis shrugged and went above the gray fog to "disinfect" himself, which would prevent him from being divined.

……

In the morning, the early morning sun shone on him again, and Lewis woke up from his sleep. He took his handbag and lottery ticket and went to the lottery redemption point.

The employee at the redemption point, wearing a black vest, took the three lottery tickets from Lewis.

"Sir, is this your first time buying a lottery ticket?" the employee asked curiously. He looked at Lewis's face and felt that he looked unfamiliar.

"Yes." Lewis adjusted his hat and smiled faintly.

"You are a very lucky man. The total amount of these prizes is 230 pounds. Many people who often buy lottery tickets don't have such good luck."

Lewis was stunned for a moment. He felt the spirit in his body cheering and the potion showed signs of being further digested.

“Luck also needs feedback, or in other words, there is no standard for measuring luck. It’s just that I seem lucky compared to others, so I am a ‘lucky person’.”

After making a summary, Lewis became a little excited. Perhaps, before collecting all the materials of the "Priest of Disaster", he would be able to digest the potion easily.

The employee sighed, then put the lottery ticket away, exchanged it for 207 pounds in banknotes and gave it to Lewis. The amount was reduced due to the 10% tax.

Lewis accepted the money, and he felt the potion digesting again, which was a symbol of luck.

He has gained a deeper understanding of the role of "Lucky Man".

(End of this chapter)