Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 227 Return
After taking the potion, Lewis felt a new power. Now, he can completely control his own luck and bad luck, and can also give bad luck to others. He no longer needs the help of lucky charms.

In other words, he is already able to roughly control his own destiny without being interfered with by the outside world.

"No, I can only control luck for now, because bad luck has been stolen."

Lewis turned his head and saw the stone pillars in the tomb collapsed, crushing a monkey with a terrifying face and a pool of flowing, bright red blood.

It was obvious that this monkey was a supernatural being of the wrong path, and its status was not low. It attacked when Lewis and Boris were in a stalemate, intending to cause trouble for Lewis.

However, it was not clear about Lewis's abilities, and the extraordinary abilities it stole were too random, so it accidentally stole Doom.

If you have bad luck but don't have the ability to predict the future, you will always die inexplicably.

“If it hadn’t happened to steal my bad luck, but instead stole my precognitive ability, I would probably have really died, just like it, killed by its own characteristics.

In addition, I was able to sense the opportunity for promotion, probably because it stole my bad luck. Now even the bad luck is gone, and it is obvious that I have defeated "fate." "

Lewis whipped out his revolver and shot the extraordinary creature again without hesitation, allowing it to die more peacefully.

After all, extraordinary creatures have their own thoughts, and it is useless to keep those raised by others if they are not suitable to take over.

After confirming the death of the two extraordinary people, he found a set of clean clothes to change into, walked four steps backwards, and entered the gray fog.

Under the tall light door hung with silk cocoons, Lewis sat at the long table made of golden nanmu wood, with a silver fountain pen and brown parchment with intricate patterns, and wrote down the divination sentence:
"The process by which Lewis Harvey obtained the Key of Light..."

Holding the parchment, Lewis lay on the table and closed his eyes:

After passing through a piece of pure white, the scene before my eyes turned into complete darkness. Suddenly, a ray of light shone in the darkness.

This light was not pure, but mixed with wisps of darkness. It was looking for something and eventually disappeared.

The scene changed, and another ray of yellow light shone into the darkness. The light became stronger and stronger until it became dazzling.

"Wow……"

Then, the baby cried, and the darkness in front of Lewis' eyes disappeared. He saw a man with a mustache, smiling happily.

Lewis exited the dream divination. The source of the Key of Light was clear. It was something he was born with, and it would be unusable for a long time until he reached Sephira Castle.

"Should I try the next divination? This might involve an Old One. If I really look directly at an Old One, I might go crazy or become His believer."

Lewis hesitated. Even though he was above the gray fog, he couldn't guarantee his complete safety.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, he sank beneath the gray fog, ready to leave this mystery to be solved later.

In the real tomb, two extraordinary characteristics have begun to emerge. Lewis looked for items on Boris' body, and finally found only some expensive decorations and a citrine pendant.

"The yellow crystal pendant is indeed a magical item. The only side effect is that it makes you unable to urinate when you wear it. However, it is not very useful. It can only be used for divination."

Lewis complained about Boris's stinginess. He put the topaz pendant into a lead box and prepared to give it to the members of the Tarot Club as a favor.

Suddenly, his inspiration was touched and a smile appeared on his lips:
"My bad luck is back. Now I can try to add bad luck to others at any time, and there is no time limit."

After leaving the cemetery, Lewis went directly to Trier Railway Station. The Intis plane trees on both sides of the road began to sprout tender green branches. In the city, bards could be seen from time to time. Their poems were interspersed with their own stories, and heroes were praised in their stories.

Riding on the luxurious carriage of the steam train, Lewis also met a bard and heard a poem that had been written in recent days.

“This is a whole new story;

The god of steam and machinery once again turns the gears of the times;
His incarnation is a merchant from Loen..."

The bard played seriously, and Lewis threw a gold coin to him.

He whiled away the time reading the Trier morning paper until the sun was directly overhead and the steam train stopped at the port of Marseilles.

Lewis got off the train with his suitcase. He found a hotel, hid in the room and wrote a letter to inform Paul to come and get the blood of the sun god.

“When Paul is successfully promoted, Mr. Red Dragon will have a demigod-level servant. With Mr. Azik’s strength restored to Sequence 0, there is a great possibility that he will seize Sealed Artifact 08-.

Of course, the premise is that I need to be protected by the true God, otherwise I will still be discovered by Sealed Artifact 0-08 when I return to Backlund, thus interfering with my plan."

Lewis has already prepared a god to seek shelter from. If the Goddess of Night is unwilling to help, then he can go to the God of Steam and Machinery. He believes that the God of Steam and Machinery would be happy to see him become powerful.

Because his fate is tied to that god.

About 20 minutes after the letter was sent, an illusory door opened in the room. Paul walked out of the door and bowed slightly, saying:
"Mr. Favored, it seems that you have been promoted again. This speed of promotion is really hard for me to imagine."

"There's nothing surprising about this." Lewis turned on his psychic vision and looked at Paul. He vaguely saw a silver thread, which represented the thread of fate.

Now, he can observe the fate of others based on his control over his own destiny. He can be regarded as a complete charlatan.

"No, you are being modest. You have once again proved to me the vision of Mr. Red Dragon!"

As he spoke, Paul suddenly knelt down and prostrated himself on the ground, trembling.

Lewis twitched his mouth. He could only pray that Paul would become a normal person after the promotion, so as not to kneel down as soon as he heard "Mr. Red Dragon", which would cause big trouble at the critical moment.

Lewis waited until Paul stood up again, handed the blood of the sun god to him, waved his cane and asked:

"Would you like to have a divination? Perhaps I can find the most suitable place for you to be promoted."

"Divination?" Paul looked at Lewis in surprise. He knew that Lewis had many tricks, but he didn't know that Lewis was good at divination.

"Perhaps it shouldn't be called divination, but guidance from fate." Lewis smiled faintly. He drew a sketch of this world and then threw a coin on it.

"Your chance of advancement lies in the Southern Continent."

Lewis gave the answer with great certainty. At this stage, he could already feel the guidance of fate.

“Thank you for your help. I will try to go to the Southern Continent for promotion.” Paul bowed again to express his gratitude to Lewis.

(End of this chapter)