Infinite Transmigration Starting from Violet

"You are... I've never seen you before."

The priest spoke, his voice carrying a sense of composure.

"Ah... Hello, I'm the new prison guard who arrived today. I'm heading back to the duty room."

The priest suddenly changed direction and walked towards Lu Ye. He then approached Lu Ye to examine him closely, like a zoologist carefully observing a new species of insect, or like a snake coiled around and sizing up its prey.

“Father, um... what are you doing?” Lu Ye stood still.

“Do what you did to me. My name is Enrique Pucci,” the priest said slowly. “You are watching me. Why?”

“There was no other reason, just curiosity,” Lu Ye said. “Because I had never heard of priests in prisons before I came here. Although I saw the chapel, I thought it was just a place for prisoners to hold prayer ceremonies.”

Upon hearing this, Pucci stopped scrutinizing Lu Ye and took two steps back to a normal distance for conversation.

"Do you believe in God?" Pucci asked.

"No, I don't believe in religion."

“Is that so? That makes sense then. You said earlier that the chapel was a place for prisoners to perform prayer ceremonies, which is true. But God needs servants to convey His will. A chapel without clergy is nothing more than a lowly hut where believers freely vent their inner desires…”

"What you want to obtain, what you want to pray for, what you want to atone for... it's all just human desires for what's in our hearts. That's why we need clergy to regulate and guide us. Do you understand?"

"In other words, clergy are very important, but Father, haven't you considered this: although you say that clergy are God's representatives, they are also human beings. It's impossible for them to have no other thoughts at all, right?"

After a moment of silence, Pucci said, "If you were to get hit in the face by a broom on your way to the duty room, what would you do?"

"Hmm?" Although he didn't quite understand why the priest would ask this question, Lu Ye still answered, "Of course I'll avoid it."

“Of course,” Pucci said. “People will flock to things that are advantageous and avoid things that are dangerous… It’s human nature. But some things are simply unchangeable, like an apple falling from a tree and hitting Newton on the head. That’s something no one can avoid.”

"You mean...gravity?"

Pucci said, "If I told you that you would fall hard in front of the chapel tomorrow, you would probably choose not to go to chapel, or be extra careful with your step. But ultimately, some things in this world cannot be changed, just like the omnipresent force of gravity, and so too is fate. A person cannot see through their own destiny, cannot decide their birth, and cannot decide their gender. For the poor living in the slums, eating whole wheat bread is happiness, but for the rich living in the CBD, eating whole wheat bread might be torture. So what exactly is happiness, and what is unhappiness?"

Lu Ye fell silent.

On one hand, he was speechless because of the guy in front of him, and on the other hand, he felt like he had met a charlatan.

gravity?

fate?

Do you want to listen to what you're saying?

"You just asked me if clergy have any selfish motives. Yes, they do, but it seems... you're not interested."

"I'm sorry, I know nothing about theology, and I'm really not interested in it."

"Really?" Pucci held out his hand, glanced at his watch, and said, "It's getting late, I should go... What's your name?"

"Lu Ye".

"I've got it."

After saying that, the priest turned and walked away.

Lu Ye continued forward, but as he turned the corner, he suddenly stepped on a broom that someone had left there. The broom's thick wooden stick swung directly at Lu Ye's face, but Lu Ye could still handle it at that speed.

He grabbed the broom, thus avoiding a severe blow to the face.

They actually left the broom at the corner... Who could have done something so despicable?

Afterwards, Lu Ye rushed to the duty room.

Pretending to be a newcomer trying to please his seniors, Lu Ye volunteered to take on the job of monitoring the surveillance cameras.

There was still no sign of anything in the meeting room.

The remaining guards in the duty room were chatting and joking.

"Hey, did you guys know that a batch of prisoners are being sent to jail tonight?"

"Are you crazy? Doesn't this kind of thing happen every day?"

"Can you let me finish what I have to say? During the time the prisoner was being transported to the prison, something strange happened. You know Jolyne Cujoh, right? The one who hit someone with his car and dumped the body while the victim was still alive..."

"Ah, I remember, it seems like he was sentenced to fifteen years?"

"Yes, yes, that's the one. I heard that her defense lawyer died in a car accident after the trial ended."

"That's outrageous?"

The prison guards started discussing amongst themselves, and Lu Ye noticed it too.

Did Jolyne's defense lawyer die, or on the same day as her trial?

However, at that moment, Lu Ye suddenly saw a faint black smoke right in front of the monitor. It was floating there quietly, without moving, only swaying slightly.

"This smoke... it's not the smoke from the burnt-out display screen, it's just floating there, simply floating there! It appeared out of thin air!"

Realizing this, Lu Ye felt a little nervous.

A body double...maybe this is a body double...

To verify his idea, Lu Ye found a prison guard drinking coffee not far away.

"Excuse me, does that monitor screen have some noise? Could you please take a look?"

That's right, ordinary people can't see body doubles.

The prison guard's reaction could help him determine what it was. The black smoke was right in front of the monitor; if it were ordinary smoke, the prison guard would never have noticed it.

"Oh, that kind of thing... It won't affect anything. Monitors will inevitably develop some problems after a long time. As long as you can still see things, it won't be a problem," the prison guard said with a smile.

Lu Ye is now certain.

A double has appeared.

The reason I was so certain was because the smoke had begun to slowly drift and swirl around me.

Lu Ye picked up a ballpoint pen from the table and gently touched the black smoke.

However, the moment the pen tip came into contact with the smoke, the pen tip disappeared.

As if swallowed by black smoke, the ballpoint pen was reduced to a mere half, with the ink refill broken off and no ink flowing out.

Lu Ye was startled.

Is it...

He put down his pen, put the ink bottle in his pocket, and went to the restroom under the pretext of needing to use the restroom.

The gray mist continued to follow him, sometimes close, sometimes distant.

Lu Ye placed half of the ink bottle into the gray mist. One half of the ink bottle was swallowed up, while the other half remained in Lu Ye's hand. The ink inside did not flow out even though half of the bottle disappeared.

Lu Ye stretched out his index finger to touch the ink, and the pad of his index finger was stained black the moment it touched the ink.

"I see……"

A smile appeared on Lu Ye's lips.

He roughly figured out the stand's general abilities.

Chapter 715 The Substitute: The Gray Era

Lu Ye immediately made an excuse to go to a toilet stall.

Although ordinary people cannot see Stands, Lu Ye cannot rule out the existence of Stand users in this prison, since Stand users are no different from ordinary people when they do not reveal their Stands or Stand abilities.

He didn't want to act like a fool and play with his double in public; better safe than sorry.

As for the surveillance footage from the meeting room during this period, it can be retrieved on another computer in a while.

Lu Ye closed the door to the cubicle and began to think, staring at the gray mist beside him.

I wonder if you have any other abilities?

For example... to prevent the gray mist from surrounding you, and instead make it act according to your own will?

Lu Ye tried to control the gray fog.

Slowly, just as he had expected, the gray fog began to move.

A stand-in is like a pet.

When you don't actively control it, it will do random things, such as the gray fog coiling around Lu Ye like a snake for about ten centimeters.

But when you consciously command it, it will act according to your thoughts and be swept up by the ideas in your mind. This manifestation of powerful spiritual force will become a handy tool for you.

Of course, you still need to be skilled at controlling a Stand.

Although it still deviated somewhat from the planned route and remained somewhat unstable, the gray mist, which resembled lines, began to move according to Lu Ye's intentions, gradually drifting to the edge of the bathroom wall.

This time, however, the edges of the wall were not swallowed up by the gray fog.

Is it due to the material, or the method?

Lu Ye tried to touch the gray mist to the cement floor, but there was still no change. The gray mist, which was like lines, moved around on the ground. Even if Lu Ye gathered it together to form a "surface", it was still the same.

"It has nothing to do with the contact area. It doesn't work on tiles or cement floors, but it can work on ink bottles and ballpoint pens... Strange, the cap and body of the ink bottle, as well as the ink inside, and the pen cap, pen refill, and the rubber ring on the ballpoint pen can all be swallowed. So it must be a problem with the method."

Lu Ye pondered: "The cement floor and the tile surface are actively touched by the gray mist, while the ink bottle and the ballpoint pen are sent into the gray mist by 'me'... Could it be that 'I' am the medium that eliminates these things?"

Lu Ye immediately began the experiment.

He slowly exerted force with both hands, and with a single Senpou Temple Demon-Slaying Fist, he easily shattered the tiles on the wall. Then, he picked up the tile fragments and threw them into the gray mist, where they instantly disappeared.

"Just as I thought..." Lu Ye understood.

Anything that comes into contact with the gray fog with its own hands will disappear.

If objects can do it, then what about people?

Lu Ye brought the gray mist to his front and then slowly extended his longest middle finger towards it.

Of course, Lu Ye wasn't foolish enough to stick one of his fingers in. If he couldn't get it back by some means, he would say goodbye to his middle finger from now on, and Esdeath and the others would lose a happy little friend.

All he had to do was bring the flesh of his fingertip into contact with the gray mist.

That way, even if the flesh is lost, it can still grow back.

The result surprised Lu Ye.

The flesh at the tip of my middle finger did indeed disappear the instant it came into contact with the gray mist; not only that, but the cut surface of the missing flesh was also revealed.