Ring of Fate

Chapter 827 The Nightmare of Change

Julie saw herself in the mirror gradually covered in blood, her expression turned grim, and there was a hint of malice in her eyes.

She was not surprised at all by this. Instead, she curled up the corners of her mouth and revealed a sarcastic smile.

Julie in the mirror suddenly became excited and grabbed the glass with both hands, trying to dig a gap with her fingernails.

Her face twisted rapidly, and the malice in her eyes seemed real.

Not long after, another figure appeared behind her, a male figure with short brown hair.

This man is about 60% similar to Julie. Like the Julie in the mirror, his face is covered in blood and he looks sinister and vicious.

Julie rubbed her thumb around the yellow gold ring with the blue gemstone and saw her female and male selves shrink and fade rapidly, revealing their current surroundings.

It was a deep, dark world with almost no light.

Outside this world, there are countless light spots representing different mirrors, densely distributed up and down, left and right, front and back. Most of them are affected by the seal of Morola, and look blurry and difficult to touch.

Julie's eyes quickly swept across the few relatively clear spots of light, and following the "witch's" spiritual intuition, she looked at one of the mirrors.

A dark figure was reflected in the mirror.

As if aware of Julie's gaze, the figure suddenly shrank back and left the mirror.

Julie immediately put her hand into the mirror, and her whole body passed through it.

She ignored the curses and curses from her two selves in the mirror and teleported directly to the mirror that had previously reflected the shadow.

She walked out of a small mirror and found that it was a room that had been abandoned for a long time and all traces had been erased.

Julie turned to the window next to the mirror and observed the environment outside.

What came into her sight was the cemetery sleeping in the crimson moonlight, the library-like church, and the clearly visible entrance to the underground mausoleum.

After a brief silence, Julie whispered to herself:

"The Man in the Mirror has indeed come in..."

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The second floor of the "Carnivore" bar.

Lumian leaned back in his chair, put his feet up, and read the book in his hands carefully.

It’s still early, so I can study for a while longer!

He told Julie about the "man in the mirror" because he wanted to use the power of the witch sect to confirm and find it. After all, as a "hunter", he could not rely on his own strength to make use of the world in the mirror, and the "mirror buckle" as an external object could only be used twice.

Just when Lumian remembered the advice of Archbishop Heraberg of Morola and was about to finish his studies and sleep for two or three quarters of an hour longer tonight, there was a knock on his door.

It was Julie outside the door.

Julie nodded slightly towards Lumian:

"A 'Mirror Man' was spotted spying on the crypt, but he was not caught."

“Only one?” Lumian asked as if to confirm.

Julie said "hmm":
"only one."

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards her room.

Lumian laughed:
"Not only did he not catch her, but he didn't even see what she looked like, right?"

He lowered his voice so low that he seemed to be talking to himself, but the volume was just loud enough for Julie to hear.

Julie turned her body and sneered in response:
"At least it's better than the one who couldn't even find the trace of the 'Man in the Mirror' and needed me to confirm it."

Lumian pretended to be choked and responded stubbornly:
"I am only asking you to play your pathetic, insignificant part."

Julie ignored him and opened the door and walked into the room.

Lumian chuckled and closed the wooden door.

Now, Julie should be less wary of him being able to use the mirror world, right?
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In a daze, Lumian saw the blood-stained earth, the collapsed magnificent buildings, and the iron-black pillars standing in different places in the ruins, extending straight into the sky, most of which were broken.

Lumian walked forward purely on instinct, passing through the burning palace, through the cascading rain, and through the forest of thunder that kept striking the ground.

He stopped in front of a body.

The body was charred black, and its face looked as if the skin had been peeled off, leaving only a skull that had been burned by smoke and fire.

Behind it were piles of corpses and bones, forming a mountain hundreds of meters high.

Lumian's gaze moved upward along the corpses, occasionally colliding with the pale or dark red flames burning in their eye sockets.

Finally, he was about to see the top of the "mountain".

Suddenly, he felt a strong fear and an urge to stop thinking and just follow orders.

He sat up suddenly, opened his eyes, and gasped.

"I have a nightmare again...

"The nightmare images are becoming clearer and clearer, and the frequency is increasing..."

Lumian cast his gaze towards the underground of Morora and subconsciously stretched out his right hand as if to touch something.

He only caught air.

He quickly recovered and muttered to himself:
"According to the current situation and the pace of development, if we really finish reading the remaining books, these nightmares caused by pollution may really undergo a qualitative change...

“What will that bring me?
"If the nightmare is clearer and the feeling is stronger, I might lose control in the dream. Then, Albus, Julie, Vanak and the others will be lucky enough to challenge the angels. No, the Church of Knowledge should be able to clear the problem as soon as possible. They have already sealed Ludwig, so they don't mind sealing another one..."

Lumian raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and felt more and more that what Archbishop Heraberg of Morola said was right:

You can't rush the progress, you have to maintain your physical and mental health!
Even if it is contaminated, we must proceed step by step!

Huh... Lumian let out a sigh, believing that in five or six days, when he had finished reading the borrowed books, the situation would definitely change drastically, which would be beneficial to his change.

“But can the situation really remain stable until I finish my studies?

"Since the last injury, Albus has not appeared for several days. I don't know what he is doing in secret...

"Vanak has regained control of Dades Agricultural Company, but no longer has a fixed place of work and a place to sleep...

"Salisette's shift in charge of the underground mausoleum is both dangerous and an opportunity. She should be using this opportunity to advance the Witch Cult's arrangements one step further. The opportunity Julie has been waiting for may soon arrive...

“Will they let me concentrate on my studies until I finish the rest of the books?
"I'm afraid not..."

Lumian muttered to himself, thinking that Albus, Vanak and one of the witch sects would probably make a big move in the next few days, a big move involving the underground mausoleum.

They may not know the importance of learning and that Lumian is studying seriously, but they should be able to realize that if they delay any further, the situation will become increasingly unfavorable to them!

We cannot underestimate the spiritual intuition of the “witches”, nor can we underestimate the feelings of those high-ranking people behind Albus and Vanak!

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Trier, Monumental quarter, Orosei Street 9, apartment 702.

Franca was complacent and elated because she had successfully planned and carried out an ambush on the powerful "Man in the Mirror".

This gave her a greater sense of accomplishment than commanding a team dungeon in the game before the time travel.

She pointed at the cash and scrolls on the coffee table and said:

"Let's divide the spoils. You go first."

With the help of "magic mirror divination", the two "witches" have determined the effects of several scrolls and the spells that require them to be opened.

There is a "Sun" scroll, a "Healing" scroll, and one each of "Thunder", "Burning", "Flash", "Wind", "Freeze", "Paralysis", and "Hidden Voice".

Anthony turned his body sideways and motioned for Janna to choose first.

Janna knew that being polite was useless and would only waste time, so after thinking for a few seconds, she directly took away the three scrolls: "Sun", "Lightning Strike" and "Flash".

Anthony chose "Heal", "Paralysis" and "Freeze", and left 460 Fel Gold and the last three scrolls to Franka.

Franka picked up the "Secret Voice" scroll and said with a smile:
"This is so good, a person who is suitable for commanding the operation, and you don't want it."

The function of "Secret Voice" is to establish a secret channel between three to five people, connecting everyone, with a maximum distance of fifty meters, so that the words and sounds spoken to each other can be transmitted to the ears of their companions through this channel without being heard by outsiders or blocked by obstacles such as walls.

If you don’t want it, you can leave it to Lumian…Janna muttered to herself, but she didn’t have the heart to say it out loud to hurt Franca.

While the three were talking, the messenger from Lady Judgment sent a reply:
"The Moss Ascetic Order will deal with the abnormal Kemero. You don't need to follow up."

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In Trier, in a room where tables and chairs were overturned and papers were scattered all over the floor.

The "Hermit" of the Major Arcana card of the "Tarot Club" that Franka and others had seen before was wearing a pair of glasses with dark frames and a dark robe with purple eye-shaped patterns. He was standing in front of a wall covered with meaningless lines, examining the inconspicuous black blood and traces of suspected tears and saliva left on the ground.

In front of her, there was a pair of almost transparent, eyelash-less, and extremely indifferent eyes quietly watching all this. It seemed as if there were countless bright stars hidden in the eyes, and it seemed to contain all kinds of scenes.

After a while, the "Hermit" ignored the black bloodstains and took a little powder that seemed to be contaminated by tears and saliva.

A dreamlike carriage made of pumpkin then appeared in front of her, and her appearance, temperament and figure changed to a certain extent.

The "Hermit" sat down calmly.

Then, a group of rats pulled the pumpkin carriage into a tunnel outside the Trier Catacombs.

The "Hermit" was still leaning against the pumpkin carriage, with a bright, not-quite-real ball of yarn in his hand.

The holder of the Major Arcana blended the previously extracted powder into the ball of yarn and threw it out.

The ball of yarn rolled into the depths of the dark tunnel, leaving a bright yarn on the ground, guiding the direction forward.

(End of this chapter)