Ring of Fate

Chapter 1009: Long-term illness makes a good doctor (please give double monthly tickets at the end of the month)
Lumian looked at Franka's eyes, which had turned back to lake blue due to her promotion, and saw dots of light, some bright and some yellowish, reflected in them.

"Yeah." He agreed with emotion.

Franca fell silent again.

After a long while, she finally said in a dreamy voice:
"You know what? I can never go back..."

"What happened?" Lumian asked.

Franca started again from the moment she and Janna woke up and found themselves in the basement area of ​​Mushu Hospital, as if she wanted to use more of the previous narration to accumulate the courage to tell the later stories and to prolong the time for psychological preparation.

Lumian was not anxious. He listened quietly and occasionally asked for details.

When Franka talked about how she chose to use the special power of dreams to force her promotion in exchange for the attention of the "Original Witch" and to open up a way to escape, Lumian raised an eyebrow.

Although he had used the Beyonder Characteristics Aggregation Law and the "Witch's" spiritual intuition to know that Franka had been promoted to the "Witch of Despair", and had inferred from the previous narration that this was the method with the highest probability of success under the circumstances and conditions at the time, he still felt that this had a certain design meaning:

The conditions for promotion to "Witch of Despair" were just met at that moment!

Of course, that was only if he was not at the scene. If he were there, he would directly burn the corpse oil candles, communicate with the terrifying will in that special city, and forcibly destroy the obstacles.

After talking about how she fell into the illusory abyss with the collapse of the mirror world and the collapse of the last part of the corridor, Franka paused for a few seconds, and then tried to use a straightforward tone to describe how she slowed down her falling speed, how she felt her spirit and soul were approaching the abyss, and how she chose the gray-white mist and fell into it.

Her body began to tremble, but she still forced herself to tell Lumian about the blurry light gate, the transparent "cocoons", the rapidly rotating phantom planet, the slightly solemn voice, her past self in the "cocoon", and the corresponding reasonable speculations.

In fact, Lumian had long felt that the matter of "time travel" was not what Franca and other members of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" thought. He suspected that there was a horrible truth hidden in it that they could not accept. Therefore, during the time in the Dream City, he and Janna both tacitly treated Franca well and expressed their importance to her more clearly and explicitly, but he did not expect the truth to be like this.

It turns out that it is not a journey through space, but a journey through time... If space can go back and forth, can time flow backwards? No, if it can, resurrecting Aurore would not be so difficult... Lumian's mood suddenly became sad.

He felt that he had lost forever some very important people and some things he missed very much. That sadness, that melancholy, that regret, that pain, were like a sharp chisel, chiseling an epitaph on his soul stroke by stroke.

He immediately understood that this was how his sister Auror felt, and that the fragments of her soul resonated with Franka's narration and her strong emotions.

I can never go back to my hometown.

"This is exactly what it is. I suspect that the Western Continent is where the 'Underworld Man' and the 'Heavenly Master' are. That is, it is what my hometown will be like thousands or even tens of thousands of years from now..." Franka's body was still shaking slightly.

Lumian closed his eyes and smiled deliberately:
"I suddenly feel lucky enough. At least I still have hope of reviving Aurora, but you guys don't even have that last hope."

Franka opened her mouth slightly, a little stunned.

She laughed angrily:

"Fuck! Can't you 'hunters' say anything nice? How can a human mouth utter such vicious words!"

"I thought you were going to kick me away." Lumian showed a look of wanting to be beaten.

Franka suddenly understood his true intention and said with a snort:

"I do have such an urge. You are very suitable to be a punching bag now."

She paused, then looked out the window again, gazing at the warm and quiet night and said:
"You said before that if our mission fails, we can just replace our team and face the end of the world together. You can't let me die in the basement of Mushu Hospital. Although I don't agree with your ideas and style, I still feel that my life has some meaning..."

“I said that on purpose, to make you feel needed and valued, to help you get out of that lifeless state of despair.” Lumian laughed. “Although I didn’t know exactly what you had experienced, I could still tell how you felt.”

Franca turned around and looked at Lumian, and said, "Huh":
"For the Hunter, we should look at what he does and how he does it, not what he says. I know that you did ask Luo Shan and Jian Na to invite Zhou Mingrui to the underground area."

Without waiting for Lumian's response, she became more curious than before:
"How did you get into that psychological shadow?"

That's near the bottom of the illusory abyss!
Lumian smiled and said:
"I met Lv Yongan when I got down to the second floor below ground. She should be an external consciousness that came in through some method, not a dream image that was polluted and influenced like Green.

“So, when we met at Hongyue Hospital, she probably saw that I was a fake Son of God, but she completely cooperated with my actions. Haha, maybe to the ‘Great Mother’, no matter whether I am the real Son of God or a fake Son of God, as long as I bear the title of Son of God, it will become real sooner or later, and this time there is a chance.

"At that time, Lu Yongan told me that if I wanted to enter the illusory abyss to save people, I could only pray for my mother's help."

"You're not going to pray, are you?" Franca was so consumed by concern and worry that she temporarily forgot about her depressed will, low mood, and the pain and despair that were slowly eroding her soul.

Her eyes subconsciously went to Lumian's belly.

"Of course not." Lumian deliberately talked about Lu Yongan first in order to mobilize Franca's emotions and prevent her from being completely immersed in sadness.

As a doctor who has experienced many illnesses, he knows what to say and what to do at such times.

More importantly, he himself is also a "Witch of Despair" and has experienced the role-playing method right after his promotion. He has digested the "making himself despair" part of the potion, and learned from the treatment report of the world's strongest "psychologist" the measures and methods to stabilize the mental state and avoid losing control.

This is why he frankly told Franca his true thoughts and mental state before he saved her. He wanted to be the most stable anchor. Otherwise, how could a "hunter" speak his mind directly?

Franka couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief:

"Then how did you destroy the Illusory Abyss and open the passage?"

Lumian laughed.
"Corpse oil candle."

As he spoke, he took out the bottle of pale yellowish-reddish half-solidified candle and sighed:
"The 'fire of destruction' burned too hard. This candle can only be used once more."

Franka heard Lumian talk about the experience of using corpse oil candles to hold a secret ceremony last time. She also knew that the object of the secret contract was likely to be the terrifying will at the top of the "Hunter" and "Witch" paths. Her eyes suddenly opened and she said:
"You're being a bit extreme..."

She didn't say anything else because she thought that such an extreme move was to save herself.

Lumian recounted his feelings during the secret ceremony, the advent of a bit of terrifying will, and the changes in the remaining aura of the "Blood Emperor". Finally, he said:
"I couldn't enter the gray fog, but there happened to be a dramatic lightning strike on the gray fog."

"That's..." Franca thought for a moment and said, "Ms. Justice sent me a spell in some way. It sounds like a name and must be pronounced in ancient Hermetic language."

She didn't dare to speak the spell, for fear that even if she didn't use a supernatural language, she would still be struck by lightning in her dream, but it wouldn't be as terrifying.

“Is there a spell that can create such exaggerated lightning in Mr. Fool’s dream?” Lumian thought for a moment and said, “Is it related to the true God, or even a great being? Or is it related to Mr. Fool’s cognition?”

"Yeah." Franka was more concerned about another question, "How do you feel now?"

Lumian raised his right hand, palm facing upwards, revealing a small patch of pale skin and a few spots of old dark red hidden beneath the pale skin:
"The aura of the mutated Blood Emperor and the seal of the Dark Man have merged a little bit. They can actually merge...

"There is no external manifestation of this at present, and it has not brought about any other changes..."

Lumian reviewed his own condition and said:
"Also, I feel like there's something extra on my body, but I can't find it, and it doesn't have any effect on me... This is more like a sequelae of the secret ceremony, and I have some hallucinations..."

"Find a chance to leave the dream in the next two days and let Ms. Magician check it out." Franka reminded Lumian not to ignore this problem and confirm the situation as soon as possible.

Lumian nodded and said:
"Go to the company and quit your job in the next two days. I kept your position so that you can lure Zarathustra out of the darkness and avoid risks by leaving the dreamland in times of crisis. Now, you can't leave here for the time being."

Only then did Franka remember her current condition - before she completely digested the "despair" potion, as soon as she left the dream and returned to reality, she would lose control on the spot and turn into a monster.

"Yeah." She didn't try to be brave, realizing that she was still in trouble.

Then she turned and prepared to leave the window.

“Don’t you want to continue watching the night view outside?” Lumian asked casually.

Franca pursed her lips and said:
"The more I look at it, the more I miss it. The more I look at it, the more I can't bear to let it go..."

She stopped, half turned her body, and once again looked at the night view outside the window.

After staring for a few seconds, she said in a vague and emotional voice:

"If I were Mr. Fool, I would probably want to sleep forever, in such a beautiful dream, and never wake up..."

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(End of this chapter)