Ring of Fate

Chapter 1121 What I want to do

Franca had been careful to avoid mentioning certain words, but since Lumian had already said them himself, there was no need to worry too much.

She murmured in a self-deprecating tone:

"Can I really stop being arranged?"

After being taken into the protected area and learning from Anthony and Ludwig what happened at that time, she felt that she also had "post-traumatic stress disorder". Whenever she heard similar words, her heart would ache and her mood would become depressed.

These symptoms showed no signs of improving over time.

Lumian was silent for two seconds, then he raised his right hand and flicked the strange dark golden mask on the head on his left shoulder.

When they heard the sound, Chick and Tudor frowned instinctively.

After nearly a year of adaptation and mastery, Lumian can actually influence these two faces when he is awake and has a preliminary control over them.

Of course, some details are still unclear.

After tapping the dark golden mask's forehead, Lumian said in a low voice:
"After merging with Him, no one can arrange for me unless the one the Aurora Society believes in wins completely, or loses completely, and the real God is born.

"Look, we have arrived at the Ruins Realm, created such a big commotion, and stayed there for such a long time. Can we deceive the Great Mother and prevent Her from paying attention to us just by relying on the cover of the 'Fog of War'?"

"He is equivalent to a smaller version of the 'primordial creator' or the 'original God' that has not yet truly revived, and brings a very high status?" Franka nodded with understanding.

"A lot of things I'm going to do later will be very secretive as long as they're not directly observed." Lumian confirmed Franca's guess, sat down next to her, and looked out at the ruins of Trier outside the "fog of war" from the top of the collapsed clock tower.

Franca was silent for a few seconds, then turned her head and said:

"What exactly do you want to do next?"

The next second, she saw Lumian smile.

That smile was full of vigor and a little teasing, an expression that Franca had never seen on Lumian's face before:
"I'm going to save the world."

In a trance, Franka felt like she was listening to a guy who was used to playing pranks bragging live.

She did not question it, but just asked:
"Is there any hope of success?"

Lumian looked at the endless ruins ahead and smiled.
“If you don’t do it, when the Great Mother completely defeats the will of half of His body and completes the fusion, and when the high-altitude barrier can no longer be maintained, there will be no hope of success. If you do it, at least the hope will not be zero, there will be a little more.

"Besides, saving the world is not just something I am planning to do. Many others are also trying."

At this point, Lumian turned his head to look at Franca, and his tone became a little vague, as if he was lost in some memory:

“When I was mad, no longer rational or wise, and acted purely on divine instinct, this instinct allowed me to glimpse some essence, or root.

“Everything in this world comes from the original Creator, including various creatures, extraordinary characteristics, the laws of how things work, and the miraculous development of fate.

"What does this mean? It means that where there is separation, there will be aggregation. If there is a good side to a thing, there will be a bad side, and vice versa.

"This is the origin of the world and the most basic symbol that all things follow. Even the existence of the Great Mother cannot be completely avoided. We can only reduce the corresponding impact as much as possible."

Franka was a little confused:
"I understand dialectics, but what does this have to do with what you want to do?"

Lumian turned his gaze back to the ruins:
"The arrangements made by the Great Mother did demonstrate the power and wonder of their level. They achieved multiple goals at once and almost made our resistance a joke. But with good comes bad. Her arrangements also left some things that we can use. This may play a very important role in the future."

"What?" Franka understood what Lumian wanted to say.

Lumian shook his head.
"There are some things you can't know yet. You're not an angel yet."

He paused, then added:

“To put it simply, the Great Mother made a lot of arrangements to ensure the birth of Omibella. Some of them came in handy, some failed in the past, and some existed purely as backup. What they all have in common is that they all left certain traces, even material.

"For example, the bird egg deep in the underworld, for example, Lugano."

"Lugano?" Franca was surprised at first, then relieved. "So you think he is still useful?"

Lumian smiled:

“Now I finally understand that he was attracted by the fragment of Jeddas’ soul in my body. It is because of his existence that I was deeply involved in Father Monserrate’s affairs and obtained the remains of Omybella’s umbilical cord.

"After this incident, he actually no longer had any effect on the 'Great Mother'. It was only because of the contamination of his characteristics that he had certain special properties in his dreams.

"I won't arrange anything for him to do. As long as he is alive and still submits to me, he can play the role I want at some critical moment in the future."

Franca didn't ask further because she was not an angel yet.

She stared at the head in the middle of Lumian and smiled bitterly:
"But what can you, a Double Sequence 1 Angel King, do in the current situation?"

Lumian turned his head, looked into Franka's blue eyes, and said with a smile:

"You all know what my past was like, what I've been through, and you know very well that I'm a loser. Even though I once stood in the center of the stage and received applause, it was because there were strings behind me controlling me. Don't comfort me, I haven't given up on myself.

"I learned a saying in the dream city: no matter how stupid a person is, after thinking a thousand or ten thousand times, he will get it right once. Now, I, who have failed many times, want to challenge the future again. Maybe I will succeed this time?"

At this point, Lumian's smile became very bright, and he did not hide his longing and expectation at all.

He immediately laughed at himself:
"Anyway, for me, the situation won't be any worse than it is now."

Franca looked at the smile on his face and didn't speak for a long time.

"I also want to see what Aurore and Janna's final resurrection will look like, and what kind of distortion it will have." Lumian's eyes became dim again, reflecting the ruins covered with green plants outside the "fog of war". "When the time comes, there will definitely be a disaster that sweeps the entire world. For the followers and believers of the 'Great Mother', this is indeed a disaster.

"You participate in the initial stage, complete the ritual, take the potion, and become a 'Disaster Witch'. Then, Ms. 'Magician' will help you transfer to the edge of the universe or an unnoticed galaxy, where they can transform the environment into one suitable for human survival."

Franka was silent for two seconds and said:
"it is good."

"I thought you would refuse." Lumian looked at Franca.

Franka looked ahead, her eyes sparkling and her gaze deep as she said:

“I wanted to refuse, but then I realized that even if I became a Sequence 2 witch, it wouldn’t be of much use.”

When the red moon descended, the witch sect did not receive enough "protection" and lost two "disaster witches" - the "Blue Witch" and the "Purple Witch". Among them, the extraordinary characteristics and body materials of the "Purple Witch" were obtained by the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros. After two transactions, they came into the hands of Lumian and were given to Franka. Now they are waiting for the opportunity to hold the ceremony.

Franca paused for a moment and smiled self-deprecatingly:

"However, my answer just now was indeed perfunctory to you, so that you would not continue to persuade me, or make you feel worried and affect your performance. In short, whether to leave or not will depend on the specific situation and how things develop."

Lumian nodded the head in the middle and smiled:

"If we really can't leave, or don't want to leave, then we can stay together forever, live together, or die together."

"That's a good thing." Franca responded half with emotion and half with sarcasm.

Lumian said nothing more, staring at the ruins, his thoughts drifting away.

After a while, Franka, who was also staring ahead, moved her eyes slightly and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye:
"What are you thinking?"

Lumian raised his head slightly, looking through the "fog of war" at the crimson moonlight and dim stars in the sky:

"I was thinking, in a world where Koldu Village had not suffered that disaster, and all the arrangements, pain, and torture had never happened, if there was a good teacher willing to teach me, and guide me together with Aurore, and tell me the truth of life and the principles of being a human being, then facing a situation like today, facing a crisis involving all of humanity, I should, should be willing to stand up without any self-destructive tendencies, and would choose to be a true guardian..."

Without waiting for Franca's response, he smiled to himself:

"Unfortunately, there is no if."

He immediately stood up, dusted himself off, and smiled at Franka who followed him up:

"Let's go back. We have to start the first step of our plan."

…………

Trier, in that luxurious villa.

As soon as Lumian and Franca entered the living room, they saw Ms. Justice sitting on the sofa and chatting with Anthony. Ms. Susie, who was covered with golden hair and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, was squatting beside the sofa with a ladylike posture and gentle temperament.

Lady Justice turned her gaze to Lumian:

"You summoned my messenger and asked me to come over. What's the matter?"

After obtaining Edefanar's extraordinary characteristics and body materials, Ms. Justice, who had already digested the "Dream Weaver" potion, completed the ceremony a few months ago and became a Sequence 2 "Insighter". She is now a true angel.

The head in the middle of Lumian smiled and said sincerely:

"Ma'am, I need your help with something."

(End of this chapter)