Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

Chapter 99 The Eye of Nidhogg (The End)

"If it's S-rank, I wonder what his Word of Power is? Do you think it might have a serial number no lower than your 'Word of Power: Sword Control'?"

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Chen Motong pulled Su Xi's soft hand and played a game of hooking her little finger with her index finger.

The Word of Power: Sword Control is a Bronze and Fire King bloodline Word of Power with serial number 82. It can control metal objects within a few meters through a magnetic field. It is undoubtedly a practical and powerful Word of Power, and there is no risk of it going out of control.

Whether it's Word of Power or Alchemy, the essence is a deep application of Dragon Runes. It's about using Dragon Runes to touch things that are close to the rules. Every hybrid with a high bloodline has such a key.

This key lies hidden deep within the mind, capable of unlocking the door to the power of words.

Every hybrid has a door in their heart, whether it's an iron door, a wooden door, a golden door, or a bronze door; many factors influence the door.

But Chen Motong was different. It was as if she was born without the ability to open such a door. She couldn't find the door, and she didn't have the key.

Her tone seemed somewhat envious, but she appeared quite indifferent. Susie couldn't quite understand what she was thinking and pulled her hand away from what felt like a toy.

"It's hard to say. Hopefully, his Word of Power isn't a high-risk one, or that would be a real problem." Susie helped Chen Motong organize the books that might be useful. She thought of Chu Zihang's high-risk Word of Power, "Junyan." If it weren't for Professor Schneider's help in covering it up, Chu Zihang would probably have been subject to a special investigation.

"I can organize the books myself. You're making it seem like I can't live without you, my little beauty, Susie." Chen Motong coughed twice, unusually a bit embarrassed. "Others may not know how to cherish you, but I do! Susie, you're a priceless treasure in my eyes!"

Actually, she was a decisive and efficient witch in junior and senior high school, but after meeting a good roommate in college, she turned into a witch who didn't have to lift a finger. No wonder so many leaders want to have a secretary for themselves.

"Go away, go away. If you feel embarrassed, then you should organize the books. Do you think you're organizing books by reaching your hand over like that?" Susie said irritably, swatting away Chen Motong's groping hand.

She knew her best friend too well; she knew that without anyone's help, Chen Motong, who had never been to a library in eight lifetimes, would easily become a headless fly.

While profiling is a very useful skill for organizing things, unfortunately, it can be a bit of a headache for users who are lazy and somewhat useless, and if they use profiling too many times in a short period of time.

"Oh, I'll go outside and get some Coke for Lady Susie." Chen Motong obediently withdrew her hand and stopped looking at the pile of books.

"—That's a coffee machine. The library doesn't have Coke." Susie sighed. "And when have you ever seen me drink Coke? I don't touch carbonated drinks, okay? I'd be grateful if you could just pour me a glass of water. I brought a pitcher with me when I went into the study room, and I put it next to the mirror."

"How could I not know you don't drink? Let's liven things up a bit!" Chen Motong stood up and gave Su Qian a couple of back pats.

As she turned around, she suddenly shivered violently. She saw a smooth, flat bronze mirror, which she hadn't noticed when she entered the double study room.

An ominous premonition struck, and Chen Motong felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, or been struck by a deadly lightning bolt.

She saw chaotic lines, like swarms of snakes, moving through the library's interior, white and black.

Suddenly all the lights went out—the wall lamps, chandeliers, spotlights, including the streetlights and lawn lights outside the French windows, and even the fire in the fireplace seemed to have been extinguished by an invisible hand.

The calls from Susie beside her seemed distant, as if from another world; she wanted to respond but couldn't move.

The library was plunged into darkness.

This isn't a power outage, it's—psychic vision?!

Chen Motong's mind was in chaos, and she forced herself to calm down.

She had experienced a similar scenario during the 3E exam. When she resonated with Longwen, she would have a spiritual vision. After having a spiritual vision, she could see bizarre and wonderful scenes, accompanied by an amplification of her inner desires.

In the mirror, she saw a burning golden sea. In the chilling darkness, a gigantic golden eye, like something from the apocalypse, slowly opened in the mirror, appearing for less than three seconds.

As it disappeared, she seemed to see black scales floating around that eye.

Looking at those eyes from outside the mirror, she was reminded of the idiom "to see the whole leopard through a tube." The eyes were so huge that she could only see a part of them. She could hardly imagine how enormous the owner of the golden eyes in the mirror world really was.

"A key?"

The eye looked at her as if she were looking at a key. She tried to use her profiling to read more, but suddenly the profiling lost all its function. The profiling was useless in front of the owner of this eye.

For the first time in her life, she had seen a situation where profiling was completely ineffective.

The chill beside him gradually dissipated, and Chen Motong, panting slightly, came back to his senses.

The outdoor room of the two-person training room was brightly lit, and everything around was as usual. Susie was looking at her with concern.

Only the broken mirror reminded her that it wasn't an illusion. It wasn't a bronze mirror, but just an ordinary portable slimming mirror in the library, used by tired students to admire themselves—Kassel College was mostly filled with handsome men and beautiful women.

Susie looked at Chen Motong, who had suddenly stopped moving and stared blankly, with a bit of worry, and went up to give her a warm hug.

When they first met, she felt a little inferior. She felt that this red-haired girl was both bright and charming and heroic, like a good steel knife that would be very useful for cutting people. But after they got to know each other better, she found out that she was a useless steel knife.

But she had rarely seen Chen Motong, who disguised himself as a steel knife, show such a tense expression.

"Did you remember some nightmare?" After the hug, Susie handed her a glass of warm water with concern and quickly pulled down the curtain of the double study room. She knew that Chen Motong was a girl who didn't want others to see her in a disheveled state.

In the past, Chen Motong had also experienced brief moments of panic. One night during her freshman year, she suddenly felt that the light in the dormitory had become a little brighter. Chen Motong was wrapped in a quilt and sitting in front of the desk lamp in a daze. Her red hair was wet as if she had just washed it. When she looked at her, she felt that the usually chatty witch had become an empty shell of a doll. Only after she went up and gave her a hug did the witch's soul return.

Later, Chen Motong told her that she had a childhood nightmare that night.

"Hmm...it felt a bit like a nightmare." Chen Motong breathed calmly, unsure how to explain the ghostly scene she had just witnessed. Just then, her phone received a message; her mentor, Professor Mans, had given her extra work to do.

"Some preparatory students have applied to skip a grade and enroll early. We need to arrange interviews for them as well." Chen Motong blinked, shifting her attention to her phone.

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