“Gasp... Gasp... Gasp...”
Heavy breathing echoed in the underground sanctuary.
On the ground less than four ters from Ciel, “Favored” Lucy supported her body and slowly sat up, panting heavily nearby, like a wounded beast.
Ciel could sense the complex and volatile negative emotions in her mind. These negative emotions indirectly affected Ciel, forcing her to take two steps back, trying to distance herself from Lucy’s influence.
Click—
While retreating, Ciel’s boot accidentally stepped on a piece of rubble.
This subtle sound imdiately affected Lucy, who was in an unknown state at the mont. She abruptly turned her head towards Ciel.
At this mont, the wounds on Lucy’s face throbbed again and again. Countless indescribable foreign objects continuously burrowed into her cheeks through the cracks on her face. The three purple pupils in her yellowish-green right eye trembled constantly, staring straight at Ciel.
A sense of crisis surged in Ciel’s heart. A faint spiritual alarm also buzzed in her mind. Instantly, four black shadows erged from the shadow beneath her, blocking Ciel’s front.
“Gasp... ha...”
Lucy forcefully raised her head, her chest heaving violently, but her gasping gradually weakened.
The indescribable objects on her face accelerated their burrowing into her cheeks. After two minutes, Lucy, drenched in sweat, let out a long sigh and lowered her head again.
Lucy’s body swayed slightly. Then, she supported herself on the floor with her hands, slowly stood up, and turned towards Ciel.
The various anomalies on her face had now disappeared, leaving only several dark cracks that seed bottomless, and the right eye with three pupils.
Her left eye was completely bloodshot, the black pupil in the center no longer moving, appearing completely useless.
“Thank you...” Lucy looked towards Ciel and expressed her thanks, but her voice was extrely hoarse.
She walked towards Ciel step by step. Ciel warily moved aside. Judging by Lucy’s direction, she was heading towards the sealed artifact coin.
Ciel didn’t speak to interrupt Lucy’s actions. She needed to understand the coin’s function and side effects. If necessary, she could kill Lucy while she was extrely weak and take the coin before the simulation ended; the system would tell Ciel the answer.
Under Ciel’s watch, Lucy staggered to the front of the coin. When she saw the coin’s orientation, she finally lost control of her body, knelt before the coin, and laughed miserably.
Only after laughing until she lost all strength did Lucy lean back against a large rock, reach out to pick up the coin, look towards Ciel, and weakly ask, “Judicator... Your Excellency, is there anything else you want to ask...”
“I want to know the source of the misfortune upon you.” Ciel said directly.
“You are a ‘Favored’; these misfortunes happening to you are unusual.”
“Indeed unusual...” Lucy tilted her head back, resting it against the large rock. “But I don’t know the specific source of the misfortune either.”
After a mont of silence, Lucy continued, “I’m accustod to using various thods to divine my fortune before doing anything, then acting according to the results.”
“Over a month ago, I received the mission to investigate in Berren City. Before starting, I perford divination. The result was... extre danger, and a small probability of imnse gain.”
High risk, high reward... Even after advancing to “Favored,” does one still maintain a gambler’s mindset? Or is it just Lucy?
“But after arriving here, I noticed sothing wasn’t right...” Lucy closed her right eye, cald the dizziness in her head, then reopened her eye and said, “It seems everything I do here is bound to fail. It’s even more absurd than when I drank the ‘Misfortune Bringer’ potion.”
“But slowly, through fortune divination, I discovered a pattern...”
A pattern?
Ciel’s interest perked up slightly.
Just monts ago, Ciel had also deduced a partial pattern to her own misfortune; a large part stemd from “contacting the transcendent.”
“This pattern is ‘mission’.” Lucy raised her hand, patted the stone floor beside her, and said:
“My mission here was to investigate the case of the cultists in this manor...”
“But whenever I do anything that deviates from the ‘investigation,’ diverging from the mission objective, misfortune arrives as expected. Even leaving Deton Manor doesn’t work.”
So... this was why Lucy stayed at Deton Manor investigating repeatedly?
This pattern... or rather, this “rule” of not being able to leave Deton Manor, who set it? What kind of existence could impose such a “rule” on a third-tier “Favored”?
“Can this rule explain the source of all the misfortune upon you?” Ciel asked, pressing further.
Hearing Ciel’s question, Lucy looked up in astonishnt, gazing towards Ciel’s position, murmuring, “How do you...”
How did this red-haired girl before her know instantly that the “misfortune rule” upon her wasn’t just one?
Even a “Missionary” or “Radiance Bishop” couldn’t possibly deduce that there was more than one “misfortune rule” just from these few words and her emotions, right? Because every sentence she spoke was the truth.
Lucy propped herself up with her hands, sitting slightly straighter, looking sowhat more formal.
She looked towards Ciel and said, “Your Excellency Judicator, allow to reintroduce myself. My na is Lucy Silva, third-tier ‘Favored,’ senior dispatched commissioner of the Deton Group. May I know your na?”
Why do all these third-tier transcendents like adding such long prefixes when introducing themselves?
“Ciel.” Ciel spoke, but the next mont, she suddenly realized sothing and closed her mouth.
This simulation, she had already revealed her na to two transcendents of third-tier or higher.
aning, she had already made substantial contact with two third-tier transcendents, even letting them know her.
This definitely counted as “contacting the transcendent.”
Was the “misfortune rule” inherited by her simulated “Judicator” save file?
“Cannot contact transcendents” was a rule Ciel deduced not long ago as potentially causing her misfortune. But before deducing this, Ciel had already contacted two third-tier transcendents.
If the simulated “misfortune rule” was inherited by her “Judicator” save file, did that an... a greater misfortune was currently brewing...
“Ciel...” Lucy, still unaware, nodded slowly and said, “Good na... May I call you Miss Ciel directly...”
“Lucy...” Ciel interrupted Lucy’s words, looked at her, and said, “The ‘misfortune rule’ on you seems to be on as well.”
Lucy: “?”
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