Ring of Fate

Chapter 698 Korobo's Worry

Lumian came back to his senses, glanced at Ludwig, whose emotions had stabilized, and said to Lugano, who was shrinking towards the corner of the bed:
"I'll go back to Trier tomorrow and find you a psychiatrist, a real psychiatrist."

This was not a decision made to help Lugano, but something that had been on the agenda for a long time. "007" should have given feedback in the early morning. Next, Lumian, Franca and others will discuss how to deal with the "Man in the Mirror" Moran Avini.

Moreover, Lumian also planned to take this opportunity to find a safe place, draw the power of Thermiporos, and obtain the gift of "Life Hunter".

His biggest gain from this "Dream Festival" was that he digested a large amount of the "Reaper" potion.

He already knew that there were many conflicts in the southern continent and there were fighting opportunities everywhere, which would help him digest the "Reaper" potion. However, he did not expect that within less than two weeks of his promotion, the progress of digesting the "potion" would soar like the mercury column in a mercury thermometer when it came into contact with the armpit of a living person.

“Harvesting” Father Kali, “harvesting” the dream projection of “Sisoka”, harvesting nearly twenty Gifters whose strength was equivalent to that of Sequence 6 and Sequence 5, made Lumian deeply realize the fragility of life. It was like straw under a sickle, which kept falling down as it was harvested and was blown away by the wind.

In addition, after playing through the previous four sequences, Lumian felt that the "Hunter" path had a significant characteristic of bringing disaster, and the "Reaper" was no exception.

After this performance, he believes that the disaster-bringing characteristics of the "Reaper" are more reflected in the destruction.

At the same time, the destruction of the enemy also brought Lumian a lot of gains.

As his thoughts raced, he came up with his first set of rules for playing the Reaper:
“Harvesting means destroying your target and allowing yourself to reap a good harvest.”

"With three or four more harvests like this, I won't need to learn any other role-playing rules and put them into practice to digest the 'Harvester' potion, but such a good thing won't always happen..." Lumian sighed silently.

This requires the gathering of ten or more Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 Beyonders who have obvious flaws and are restrained by themselves, with no other interference.

Each of these conditions is difficult to meet, let alone at the same time:

First of all, no matter whether they are humans who take magic potions or receive supernatural powers through gifts, they all have different flaws due to their own paths and sequences. They cannot be like the gravekeepers in the "Dream Festival", who are dragged down by dream projections and are full of emotional and desire bombs that explode at any time - even if the gift recipients are deeply influenced by the evil gods and have more or less mental problems, it is not inevitable that they will have excessive emotions and desires. Some of them may just have alienated personalities;

Secondly, the number of Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 Beyonders is not excessive, especially the latter, who are the backbone of major forces. Even if they do not have any power, they can still form their own team and dominate a region like the pirate generals. It is not easy to gather a dozen or twenty of them.
Thirdly, if the two conditions above are met due to the occurrence of a major event, the common flaws of those Beyonders may not necessarily be overcome by Lumian and his magical items;

Finally, during the battle, the Sequence 5 Beyonders, who are the backbone of each major force, are likely to attract the attention of the corresponding demigods.

An event like the "Dream Festival" that has many limitations and natural problems and is extremely suitable for Lumian's occult events may be the only one in the nearly thousand years of the North and South Continents.

Sigh...Lumian couldn't help but sigh again.

At this time, Lugano was ecstatic about the news that he could return to Trier at dawn, and hurriedly replied:

"Okay, okay!"

After returning to Trier, the boss has more trusted companions, so he should not need to be responsible for taking care of Ludwig anymore!
Lumian thought for a moment, looked at the curtains that were seeping with crimson moonlight, and asked Lugano as if chatting:

"Have you saved enough money to buy the 'Harvest Priest' potion formula and the corresponding materials?"

Lugano was stunned for a moment and said:

"No, I'm still short of money for the potion formula."

Most of his current "savings" were earned from Lumian, and currently amounted to about 7 Felgin. As far as he knew, the normal formula for a Sequence potion ranged from to Felgin.

Lumian nodded thoughtfully:

"I will help you keep an eye out for the potion formula and corresponding materials of the 'Harvest Priest'. I will make up for the shortfall in your money, as a share of the spoils of this adventure."

Lugano was stunned at first, then he felt his eyes getting hot and his vision blurry:
I didn’t make the wrong choice!

My future does lie with my boss!
He asked with some uneasiness:

"But this is a dream adventure. Can the harvest be brought to the real world?"

Lumian did not answer him with words, but directly took out the golden mask of "Hisoka" from the "Traveler's Bag".

Really? Some special items are allowed? Lugano was relieved.

Lumian turned to look at Ludwig, who seemed to have obtained a favorite toy, and nodded slightly.
"You can go back to sleep."

Ludwig, who was wearing a blue nightcap, blinked and reached out to touch his belly.

Gurgle, gurgle, his stomach was rummaging violently.

Lumian laughed at himself and took out the food that Ludwig had eaten in his dream, including but not limited to almond pistachio cream mille-feuille, liqueur-filled chocolate, and eclairs.

When Ludwig started to eat "quietly", Lumian returned to the room, pinched out a ball of white fire, spread out the letter paper, picked up the pen, and began to write a letter to the "magician" lady.

This takes priority over other things.

As he was writing, Lumian thought of something:
All the elders of the grave-keeping group were killed by himself. Does that primitive tribe still have the ability to launch an attack and eliminate the dead?

Or, are they still alive in the real world for the time being, waiting to attack Tizamo Town and drag other dead people with them to death?

Or do the dead exit in some other way, like the fire that happened to the Tewanaku family?

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Tizamo Town, third floor of the Police Headquarters.

Camus woke up suddenly and instinctively looked at the makeshift bed opposite him. He found that the quilt had been lifted and Kolobo was nowhere to be found.

Am I still dreaming, still in the "Dream Festival"? Camus carefully turned over and sat up, and heard a "dead click" sound coming from the corner near the door.

In the darkness, with the crimson moonlight shining through the curtains, he saw Kolobo squatting there, huddled up and shaking.

"What's wrong?" Camus lowered his voice and asked softly.

Kolobo replied tremblingly:
"The sky is falling! The sky is falling!"

The sky is about to fall? Camus laughed and looked at Kolobo and said:

"Could you have misinterpreted your premonition?"

How could the sky fall?

…………

Outside the town of Tizamo, on the edge of the primeval jungle.

With white paint on his face, Masiluo walked slowly into the jungle.

Knowing you're going to die and not being able to avoid it is a terrible feeling.

He regretted betraying the "Spiritual Cult", but there was nothing he could do. Not long after he arrived in Tizamo Town, he was secretly controlled by Tewanaco who came back here for "vacation" and became a corrupt person who monitored Father Kali and the situation in Tizamo Town.

Afterwards, although he knew that Tewanaku had been killed, the other party's dream projection appeared in his dream and told him that things were not over.

Masiluo walked forward step by step, wanting to return to the jungle and become the nutrient of a big tree, just like his ancestors.

As he walked, he saw nearly twenty people coming out of a nearby barracks.

Those people seemed to have discovered something unusual and prepared to patrol the surroundings.

Just then, Masilow felt the night suddenly become brighter.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked towards the sky, and saw a huge rock burning fiercely falling with a red flame tail.

In a blink of an eye, the burning boulders filled Maslo's vision.

It hit the area between the edge of the jungle and the barracks.

Rumble!
The wind, waves and flying dust caused by the meteorite quickly filled the area, rising into the air and spreading, obscuring the red moon and the starlight.

Rumble!
The entire town of Tizamo seemed to have encountered a severe earthquake, with buildings shaking violently and glass shattering.

Several houses that were not strong enough quickly collapsed, burying their occupants.

Camus managed to steady himself with great difficulty, and when the building stabilized, he rushed to the broken window and looked outside.

He saw that the "sky" was gray and so close that he could touch it if he jumped.

The "sky" really fell... This thought suddenly flashed through Camus' mind.

…………

Briu Hotel, in the suite on the second floor.

Lumian grabbed the letter paper and pen, looked at the smoke and dust rising outside with amusement, and felt the "heavy blow" coming from not far away.

"It's really direct..." he exclaimed sincerely.

A meteorite fell from the sky!

Judging from the current situation, most of the dead people should have been eliminated in this "disaster".

Lumian turned his body and looked at the door that was opened due to the shaking of the building, and saw Ludwig still eating attentively.

None of the food fell to the ground.

After asking Lugano to go out to help the wounded, Lumian returned to his room and continued writing letters.

Once it was completed, he immediately set up the ritual and summoned the "doll" messenger.

The "doll" messenger had just walked out of the expanding candlelight and suddenly shrank back.

She looked slowly to the left, then quickly to the right, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, she tiptoed and carefully walked to the front of Lumian's letter.

Lumian had never seen the "doll" courier behave like this before. He looked at her with confusion and amusement as she picked up the folded letter paper like a thief, waved at him, and quickly retracted into the candlelight.

Lumian laughed and shook his head, not thinking about the "doll" messenger's performance anymore.

At least it seemed harmless, and he had several things to do.

Lumian walked out of the bedroom, into the corridor, and came to the first floor. He caught the hotel owner who had woken up and came out to check the situation, and asked directly:
"Which room is occupied by the lady who just arrived tonight and her companion?"

(End of this chapter)