Ring of Fate

Chapter 1129 "Future"

As soon as Napolidisli left, Franca came down from the second floor and asked Lumian:
"What does He want from you?"

“Save yourself.” Lumian answered simply and to the point.

Franka's thoughts raced as she pondered and said:

"You have nothing to do with either the 'Abyss' or the 'Bound' paths. How can He help you?"

"It's a process of deep integration of the top powers of me and Disaster." The head in the middle of Lumian smiled and said, "Don't ask for details."

"I understand. I am an angel." Franca joked to herself.

She looked at Lumian and muttered:
"Honestly, do I have to wait until the final battle to find an opportunity to complete the ritual and advance to the 'Witch of Disaster'?
"No replacement recently?"

Lumian thought carefully and said:
"The promotion ceremony is 'creating a disaster that affects the entire continent as a participant, and being promoted in the disaster'. The definition of 'participant' means that you don't have to be the leader, you just need to be responsible for a small part of the disaster. 'Affecting the entire continent' is actually a very vague description. Continents can be big or small, with different populations. What kind of continent can meet the requirements?
"My personal understanding is that this description is equivalent to 'the impact area is very wide, and the number of cities or living settlements affected by the disaster is hundreds, so the losses caused are quite large'.

"From this perspective, the conditions are met for a disaster to follow."

Franka's eyes lit up when she heard this:
"What disaster?"

She immediately asked:
"Is it related to your fight against the 'Original Witch'?"

Lumian nodded and said:

"We will bring disaster to the Witch Cult. This will take place outside the protected area. If I ultimately achieve my goal, it will inevitably be accompanied by the fall of the 'Original Witch'.

"You've also seen that the fall of the 'Eternal Blazing Sun' has had an impact on the entire world. Many people have witnessed it. Furthermore, until now, there has been no sun in the Ruins Realm. The cycle of nature is maintained entirely by the new power of the 'Great Mother'. Referring to this example, if the 'Original Witch', the source of the disaster, falls, there is a high probability that a disaster will occur that will affect the entire world. Doesn't this satisfy the requirements of the ritual?

"Anyway, the reserve has the power of two beings to stop the disaster, the Western Continent has the seal of the Heavenly Venerable to isolate it from the impact, and the living beings still active in the Ruins Realm are either the followers of the 'Mother', or the cultists and the high-ranking members of the Witch Sect, extraordinary people who are not tolerated in the reserve. It's good to let them suffer the disaster."

"Well, I was also a participant in dealing with witches at the saint level such as the 'Black Witch'." Franka nodded first, then laughed at herself, "A few years ago, when I first became a 'witch', I never dared to think that the disaster required for my promotion ceremony would be the death of the 'Original Witch'..."

Not to mention when she just became a "witch", even when she gained immortality, she didn't dare to think so!

Lumian then said:
"Let's go visit Ms. Hermit."

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Over the deep blue ocean, the sun has set and the red moon has brought darkness.

The flagship of the "Queen of Stars" Cattleya, the "Future", was sailing quietly among the waves, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.

As Lumian and Franca appeared on the deck, a sailor came over and said with a smile:
"The captain asked me to take you to her room."

"She predicted our arrival?" Franka turned her head in astonishment and looked at the head wearing a strange dark golden mask on Lumian's left shoulder.

Isn't it said that the true God and even most great beings cannot foresee the actions of this head?
The sailor smiled and answered Franka's question:
"The Captain predicted your coming."

Well, it’s my problem…Franca muttered to herself.

Only then did she realize that the sailor opposite seemed a little strange - he had a giant red and white mushroom on his head that could serve as an umbrella. The roots of the mushroom seemed to have penetrated into his scalp and skull. At the same time, the mushroom also hung down two tentacle-like things, one on the left and one on the right, which were placed on the sailor's shoulders.

Suddenly, a name popped up in Franka's mind:
Li Keji!
No, in the outside world, he should be honored as the great druid Frank Lee!
"Is this the latest type of mushroom?" Lumian pointed above the sailor's head as he followed him to the cabin.

The sailor said with a smile:

“Yes, its tentacles can capture free moisture in the air and convert it into milk, and it can also go fishing non-stop to replenish protein.

"It has become symbiotic with me, and can provide corresponding supplements according to my physical condition at any time."

As he spoke, the tentacles on the giant mushroom's cap and handle spread out and spread into the surrounding air.

At the same time, the sailor took the tentacle-like thing hanging on his right shoulder, put it into his mouth, and began to suck it.

A thin layer of milk flowed from the corners of his mouth and was sucked back by the tentacles.

"You see, in this way, I will never be thirsty, no matter where I am, haha, never be thirsty!" The sailor laughed heartily.

Damn, was this contaminated by Frank Lee, or alienated by the "Great Mother"? Franka suddenly understood why Bella, who was now responsible for taking care of Janna's brother, was so afraid of being deported to the "Future".

She and Lumien followed the sailor into the cabin. When they passed the stairs leading downstairs, the sailor suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously and fearfully:
"Don't go down there."

Franka nodded quickly and followed suit.

After arriving at the door of the captain's room, the sailor knocked on the door and was allowed in.

He then opened the door and gestured for invitation.

Lumian and Franca walked in side by side and saw the "Hermit" lady Cattleya, wearing a black wizard robe and thick glasses, standing by the window. She smiled and nodded to them:
"Good evening, Mr. Chariot, Ms. Two of Cups."

"Good evening, Ms. Hermit." Lumian and Franka responded politely.

Franka glanced at the captain's room door that had closed again and said tentatively:

"Ma'am, don't you care about this kind of mushroom experiment on human bodies? The man just now was not a criminal or a prisoner of war, but an honest sailor."

The Hermit Cattleya was silent for a second and said:

"In fact, there is no such thing. What you see is just an illusion."

"Illusion?" Franca asked in surprise.

"This is a protected area. Some crazy, chaotic, and limit-breaking ideas will have a certain impact on the people around them, resulting in superficial abnormalities. In reality, the sailor just now did not have mushrooms growing on his head." Ms. Hermit explained briefly, and then added, "Even if they are criminals and prisoners of war, except for those who are completely beyond redemption, I will not let Frank touch them. I will just let them observe Frank's experiments regularly."

Well done! Franka really wanted to applaud Ms. Hermit.

Knowing the nature of the protected area, she easily understood what Ms. Hermit had just said.

Lumian listened with a smile and said to the Hermit Cattleya:

"Ma'am, I would like you to use the Chick's face on me to predict Chick's whereabouts."

"Okay." Ms. Hermit didn't ask any more questions and took off the heavy glasses on her nose.

She is already a Sequence 2 "Sage".

In the first few months after the reserve was built, disasters involving high-level forces occurred frequently, and all the demigods were exhausted and busy dealing with them. Most of these were resolved by Amon, some were stopped by archangels and angels, and a small number were eliminated by the saints who fought hard or held on until rescue arrived.

This gave Cattleya the opportunity to complete the ritual.

She was not very happy about this, she would rather not have such an opportunity, and would rather humans continue to live normally outside the reserve.

The Hermit Cattleya looked towards the head on Lumian’s left shoulder, but did not dare to stop at the face wearing the dark golden mask.

The head on Lumian's left shoulder turned around, and Chick's beautiful and delicate face, which was filled with maternal radiance, looked at the "Hermit" Cattleya with a smile and an expectant look.

Cattleya's deep purple, almost black eyes suddenly became extremely deep, vast and unfocused.

Faintly, there seemed to be a flash of images in that depth, and a mercury-colored illusory river appeared and disappeared.

The Hermit Cattleya tilted her head back suddenly, with bright red blood flowing from the corners of her eyes.

She said in a vague and indifferent voice:
"I saw you and Chick fighting in the primeval rain forest of the southern continent."

"Thank you." Lumian thanked him sincerely.

He then said:
"Please also contact the 'Queen of Mystery'. I would like to ask her to make a prediction as well."

"Okay." The Hermit Cattleya agreed first, then wiped the blood from the corners of her eyes and asked in confusion, "Then why do you still want me to predict?"

Can't we just invite the Queen directly?

Lumian laughed.
"First, each person's prophecy may be different. If we combine them together, we may be able to interpret more information. Second, it will help you digest the Sage potion. If your prophecy can really lead to the fall of the evil god who represents disaster, wouldn't it perfectly reflect the true meaning of the Sage?"

Ms. Hermit was silent for two seconds:

"I will contact the Queen as soon as possible to confirm the time and place, and then let you know."

"Okay, thank you." Lumian took Franca and disappeared into the captain's room.

After watching them leave, Cattleya did not immediately put on her heavy glasses. Instead, she turned her gaze toward the deck.

Gradually, the deck, the cabin, and even the entire ship became illusory in her sight and disappeared quickly. The surrounding deep blue and almost black sea water also faded and appeared a little turbid.

In the turbidity, tens of thousands of humans overlapped together to form a huge sphere, among which were the sailor just now and Cattleya herself, all of them with their eyes closed.

There are many similar human spheres, floating densely in the turbid depths.

(End of this chapter)