Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 410 Adam's Proposal

Just as he came to his senses, Cyril suddenly felt dizzy, his legs felt weak, the room in front of him swayed double, and a buzzing sound like whispering echoed in his ears.

This is a symptom of spiritual depletion!

Without having time to think about why he had suddenly consumed so much spiritual energy, he took out a small glass bottle containing a crimson liquid from the inside pocket of his coat.

He flicked his fingers to pry open the bottle stopper, then brought it to his lips and gulped down the liquid inside.

The cool sensation slid down my esophagus into my stomach and then spread throughout my body, instantly easing the dizziness in my head.

He closed his eyes and quickly entered a meditative state.

A few breaths later, he opened his eyes again. The scene in front of him was no longer shaking, and the buzzing sound in his ears had also disappeared, but his head still throbbed from time to time.

He raised his hand and rubbed his head, recalling the Buddha he had just seen...

"Was that a resonance between my spirit, will, and the Buddha of the Western Continent, or rather, the 'Key of Light'?"

"He seems to be trying to convey something, but the power of the seal is limited, so I need to decipher it myself..."

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"Logically speaking, such resonance requires certain special conditions and secret rituals to occur. I didn't do anything... Well, although I did do something, it shouldn't have achieved this effect."

"Is it from the absolute best of luck, enough to make all your wishes come true?"

As he pondered, he looked down at the "probability die" lying quietly in his hand. It had stopped spinning at some point and was now showing a 6!

Looking at the milky white six-sided die in his hand, Sirion suddenly frowned.

For no apparent reason, a desire welled up inside him to swallow the "probability die" whole.

A voice seemed to be telling him that as long as he ate it, he could have all his wishes fulfilled and obtain the key to control his destiny.

goo~

He swallowed hard, suppressing the desire rising in his heart, and then gently pushed his hand in the somewhat cold air.

Fine, dazzling starlight suddenly appeared, rapidly intertwining to outline a double-opening illusory door.

Above the gray fog, inside an ancient palace as vast as the dwelling of giants.

Klein leaned back in the high-backed chair belonging to "The Fool," listening to Emlyn "The Moon's" prayers while examining his spirit and the surrounding environment.

"There's absolutely no sign of being parasitized. Has Pallas Zoroaster, who's parasitizing Leonard's body, become this weak?"

"It's also possible that he was still on guard and observing. Being found by a stranger without any reason when you are weak and hiding is a terrifying thing. Staying vigilant is the right reaction."

Should we continue to let Mr. Moon contact Him?

"Let's forget about it. As things stand, even if He believed it, He might not have the extra power to save Mobert and the others trapped in the world of the book."

"And too much contact could easily expose my presence..."

With a whisper, he conjured up a dummy "world" and had him respond to the prayers of "the Moon" Emlyn in a dark room.

He then extracted a fragment and threw it at the illusory "star" that represented the "moon".

After doing all that, he took out the origami cranes from Will Unsett, the "Mercury Serpent," and manifested them into his usual citrine pendant to perform divination.

South of the bridge, No. 48 Hewan Avenue.

Emlyn, who had just finished praying and was combing the hair of an exquisite doll, suddenly saw a blur before his eyes. He then saw a silent, swirling gray mist and a figure kneeling in prayer in a dark room.

"I understand, the commission is complete."

"You can now hold a ceremony to receive the remaining balance."

Soon, the scene before him dimmed, and all the gray fog dissipated.

Emlyn paused slightly, then resumed his normal movements: "The 'World' responded so quickly, they even prepared the final payment."

He sighed slightly, then stopped caring about the matter and continued combing his doll's hair.

A strange yet simple commission, with a substantial reward—I truly hope that "the world" will continue to offer such commissions in the future.

The church is magnificent and enormous, with towering black stone pillars standing tall.

A phantom door shimmering with starlight materialized out of thin air, and then Cyrion stepped out from behind the "door".

Beneath the enormous cross surrounded by numerous white bones, Adam, dressed in a simple white robe, nodded slightly to him: "The activation level of the 'Dice of Probability' is sufficient. I will weave it into a personality more compatible with you, so that even without sealing it, it won't be too dangerous for you, and you can still utilize it to some extent."

"The rest will have to wait until you become a demigod."

Cyril wasn't surprised that Adam knew his purpose. He nodded and then asked, "Why do I sometimes have this urge to swallow it?"

Adam hesitated for half a second before saying, "Perhaps it's the attraction between people with similar fates."

"The Key of Light is the embodiment of destiny, but not destiny itself. Its symbolism is return, destiny, and chaos."

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"Returning to the mother, returning to the source, returning to the beginning is the instinct of the universe."

"Your existence goes against this instinct, but it also embodies chaos."

"The Key of Light, symbolizing both return and chaos, might instinctively try to correct you. Having already been activated and possessing a survival instinct, it might also want to use you to halt the final return process."

"Its instinctive resistance is also a kind of chaos, a chaos you brought about."

"Perhaps this symbolic and instinctual connection is what attracts you to each other."

The activation of the "Dice of Probability" stems from the influence of the "Key of Light." Under this superior influence, it will inevitably create a confused tendency in you, sometimes drawing you closer, sometimes repelling you.

Cyril nodded thoughtfully and handed over the "probability die" in his hand.

In Adam's hands, the "probability die" seemed to become unusually impatient, spinning on its own without anyone spinning it.

Then it just kept spinning like that, seemingly forgetting to stop.

It kept spinning for a minute or two until Adam clenched his fist, at which point it was forcibly stopped, revealing a six o'clock pointing upwards.

Cyril silently watched the "probability die" become obedient in Adam's hands... Why did it feel like the activated "probability die" had more weaknesses and was more easily influenced?

As his thoughts drifted, he heard Adam's calm words: "With a mind comes emotions and desires, the instinct to survive, and the ability to weigh the pros and cons."

One method of "accommodating uniqueness" is to let it activate to a certain degree, then forcibly absorb it into the body, suppress it with a higher-level power, and then gradually wear it down, adapt, and achieve balance.

Cyril suddenly realized, and then quickly asked, "You just said that once I become a demigod, you mean that after I become a demigod, I can use the method of 'accommodating uniqueness' to further utilize and control the 'dice of probability'?"

Adam nodded slightly.

Cyril asked in surprise, "Won't this conflict with the characteristics of the 'door' pathway on my body?"

"Others might, but you won't." Adam shook his head slightly. "Theoretically speaking, the characteristics you've absorbed and digested are entirely yours, and even the Lord of Mysteries cannot forcibly take them away."

"And you and the Key of Light are compatible enough. If you can make it cooperate willingly, the spiritual imprint within the 'Dice of Probability' will not conflict with you, preventing loss of control and madness."

"Even in the worst-case scenario, enough luck will allow you to maintain a minimum level of stability, and the 'Key of Light' is luck itself."

Cyril nodded in agreement... It made a lot of sense, but why should the "Key of Light" cooperate with me willingly instead of vying for control and letting its will take the initiative?

Adam's gaze swept over him, and he murmured, "The Mirror World."

(—;)

Cyril was momentarily stunned, a look of surprise and realization flashing across his face.

In his sleep, Klein suddenly woke up and found himself on a desolate plain with a black spire standing there.

After looking around, he calmly walked towards the spire in the center of the wasteland, pushed open the old and rotten wooden door, and skillfully walked into the depths of the spire.

Deep within the spire, in a dimly lit room, tarot cards lay scattered haphazardly on the floor, forming a perfect circle.

In the center of the circle, there were lines of slightly distorted, childlike, mercury-colored words: "Disgraceful bastard, robber, thief, burglar!"

"He even tried to steal from an unborn baby!!"

Klein's expression faltered for a moment; he sensed a strong emotion of anger and resentment in the words.

It seemed as if a baby was crying loudly in front of him, wanting him to uphold justice.

"That's really going too far..."

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After a sigh, he shifted his gaze to the next word:

ε=（′「*）)）Alas, when the activation level of the "probability die" suddenly increased, I already had a premonition that I would lose it.

"At the time, I thought it was that fool Urolius, ha, but it turns out he's still as unlucky as ever."

...I've been pretty unlucky too; I guess that's just the capriciousness of fate.

"Tell that shameless bastard who bullies even unborn babies that once he got the probability dice, he can't mess with me anymore. If he lacks a trait, he can go find that stupid snake, Urelius!"

"He possesses two aspects of the 'Mercury Serpent' characteristic; even if he loses one, he won't die. Of course, it would be best if he could die."

At the end of the words, Klein noticed that the ground had slightly sunken in along with the writing, as if the person who left these words was getting angrier and angrier, and writing with more and more force.

After reading all the words on the ground, Klein looked at the emoticon again, his lips twitching slightly.

This unborn baby is so trendy! You've already learned to use emoticons after only our second conversation.

Could it be that Arodes taught him?

After letting his thoughts wander, he enveloped himself in a spiritual aura and then awoke from the dream.

Call ~

In the hotel bedroom, Klein suddenly sat up in bed and let out a long breath.

"Although he appeared to be very emotional, Will Uncatherine's reaction was actually quite calm, as if he had foreseen this scene and had resigned himself to it."

"It seems there's no way to defy fate; He hasn't even been born yet, and He's far away in Backlund, completely powerless to stop it."

"Even if He were in his best condition right now, He might not stop Cyril's actions. At most, He might ask for some benefits. After all, that guy's network of connections is such that he can really pull together a group of angels to gang up on him."

"Judging from Will Unsetin's words, Cyril, who took the 'Dice of Probability,' seems to still need the extraordinary trait of the 'Mercury Serpent.' Why is that?"

"Is it necessary to have a Sequence 1 extraordinary trait to fully unleash the power of 'uniqueness'?"

He muttered to himself for a while, then got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and took four steps backward to enter the space above the gray fog.

At the Azure Wind Inn, Cyril, who had just returned from Adam's Bone Church, was suddenly enveloped by a thick gray fog.

The blurry figure seated atop the gray mist lowered its head slightly, and then Klein's voice echoed leisurely in his ear: "Will Onsetin said that since you've taken the Dice of Probability," don't try to take it from me anymore."

"Furthermore, He recommends that you go to Urolius and request a copy of the extraordinary properties of the 'Mercury Serpent.'"

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