Chapter 407: Protection of the Curtain, Beautifully Intimidating?!!

Luo Ji stood below the platform, his gaze like a torch, intently staring at the bronze mirror in his hand.

The mirror surface faintly glowed with cold light, reflecting a man and a woman fiercely entangled on the Platform/Ring.

His lips moved slightly as he silently counted down in his heart:

"Five, four, three, two, one!"

In the mirror, a man and a woman were fiercely clashing, fist winds and leg shadows intertwining, golden hair and Red Thread cutting through, the two almost walking along the edge of the Platform/Ring as if they might fall from the height at any moment.

Luo Ji lightly turned his wrist, the mirror surface steadily aiming at that golden figure—Qian Duoyu.

Yes, the target Luo Ji had locked onto had always been Qian Duoyu from beginning to end.

Although Feng Yuhuai's performance was equally stunning, even once pressing Qian Duoyu to attack fiercely, with a fierce momentum as if she had activated a cheat.

Her talent and potential would move anyone who saw them, but Luo Ji's gaze never wavered.

"Feng Yuhuai is indeed formidable, endowed with extraordinary talent and boundless potential... but in this era, money power is the strongest cheat."

What Luo Ji most longed for and most wanted to steal was precisely Qian Duoyu's "extravagant and inhuman" Fate Pattern.

In the mirror surface, Qian Duoyu's figure became increasingly dazzling, as if even the mirror surface was dyed golden.

The next moment, the golden figure in the mirror surface suddenly shattered, turning into specks of light dust and dissipating into nothingness.

The first "Fate Theft" of the Fate Theft Ominous Mirror... failed?

The mirror surface trembled slightly, and a stream of cold information surged into Luo Ji's Nao Hai.

His face darkened instantly, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his head.

The feedback of the Fate Theft Ominous Mirror was undeniable—Qian Duoyu did not meet the "genius" standard.

In other words, the Fate Theft Ominous Mirror regarded money as feces and disdained Qian Duoyu's displayed "money power" Fate Pattern.

"Mirror, you are too narrow-minded, your thinking is outdated!"

Luo Ji's heart was full of unwillingness, but he couldn't explain the reasoning behind this to a mirror.

Fate Theft Ominous Mirror: ". ……. 」Am I an antique~

Luo Ji's gaze remained locked on the mirror surface; although unwilling in his heart, he quickly adjusted his mindset.

Since Qian Duoyu could not become his target, he would seek another path.

He nimbly turned his wrist, the mirror surface quietly moved, and suddenly aimed at Feng Yuhuai.

In the mirror, Feng Yuhuai's face gradually became clear, but unlike Qian Duoyu's 16k ultra-clear display, her face seemed to carry a hint of blur and distortion.

The edges of her facial contours were blurred, like a photo not yet fully developed, especially her eyes, as if roughly sketched with charcoal, presenting a Qiyi circle-eye effect.

This momentary strangeness lasted only one second, and Feng Yuhuai's face and eyes returned to normal.

Although Luo Ji felt surprised in his heart, after all he had just obtained this mirror not long ago and did not fully understand its secrets.

He could only guess that this might be the differentiated appearance presented when different Fate Patterns are displayed in the mirror.

Just then, the mirror surface trembled slightly, and a line of text slowly appeared above Feng Yuhuai's head—【Protection of the Curtain】

Luo Ji furrowed his brow, a hint of doubt arising in his heart.

Unlike Qian Duoyu's easy-to-understand Fate Pattern—【Extravagant and Inhuman】, Feng Yuhuai's Fate Pattern—【Protection of the Curtain】 seemed mysterious and obscure.

【Protection of the Curtain】?

What does this mean?

Luo Ji stared at the 【Fate Pattern】 displayed on the mirror surface, trying to interpret something from it, but was completely at a loss, having no clue at all.

"Forget it, anyway I can't choose money power, then let it be this, after all, not understanding means it's formidable."

Luo Ji muttered softly, convincing himself.

He took a deep breath, cast aside all distracting thoughts, gathered all his attention back to the mirror, and silently counted down again:

"Five, four, three, two..."

However, just as he was about to shout "one" and complete the countdown, a sudden change occurred!

Scorching hot blood splashed onto his face, instantly dyeing Luo Ji's line of sight red, and also dyeing the bronze mirror surface in his hand red.

Luo Ji turned his head in alarm, his pupils suddenly contracted, and saw the student standing beside him, the student who had been alive just now.

That originally intact head actually had a huge depression opened up, its shape like a broken porcelain Bowl, with jagged edges that were shocking to behold.

Inside the Bowl mouth, white Brain and red blood mixed together, spraying outward like a flower shower.

A strong smell of rust permeated the air, mixed with a nauseating fishy sweetness.

In an instant, Luo Ji's train of thought was pulled back to the Baigu Gongdian deep within the Hidden Gate—the pale bone walls, twisted statues, and those shadows whispering in the Darkness.

His stomach spasmed, and cold sweat slid down his spine.

"Something's wrong, this is clearly the School, how could there... be monsters?!"

His mind was in chaos, his ears buzzed, as if countless tiny insects were gnawing at his nerves.

After a full second, Luo Ji stiffly raised his head and blankly looked toward the monster leaping onto the Platform/Ring.

He dared not stare at that monster; his experience of surviving several times in the Hidden Gate told him that many deaths were caused by looking at it one more time among the monster groups.

Or rather, when facing monsters, just running faster than others was not enough; additionally, one must remember not to make eye contact with the monster.

Luo Ji took a deep breath, his gaze slowly moving to the Light Screen, on which the monster's "Mingzhuang Zhao" was being displayed.

The monster's body was huge and ferocious, its skin covered with wriggling Scales, with tattered clothes put on over the Scales.

And at this moment, that monster was posing and making faces at a circle of Cameras, winking, its mouth corner split to the ear root, revealing sharp teeth.

The image was quite terrifying, with a hint of absurdity within the terror.

If Luo Ji was not mistaken, that monster seemed to be posing for the camera?

Luo Ji swallowed a mouthful of Saliva: "It seems, it is posing for a photo?"

Luo Ji's hand suddenly shook, the blood-stained Mirror almost slipped from his hand, the mirror surface tilted slightly, actually reflecting that ferocious monster into it.

However, Qiyi was that the image in the mirror was completely different from the image on the Light Screen—there was no twisted and terrifying monster inside the mirror, instead it reflected the face of a beautiful woman.

Her eyes curved like crescent moons, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned as she pursed her lips, making all sorts of playful faces. She looked pure yet mischievous, full of vitality.

Luo Ji was stunned, his pupils contracting slightly; the mirror in his hand seemed to turn scorching hot.

A line of text slowly appeared—【Beautiful and Dazzling!】

Luo Ji's gaze shifted back and forth between the light screen and the mirror surface, a chill rising in his heart that was hard to name.

The woman in the mirror still smiled with purity and playfulness, but now her smile seemed to carry a soul-captivating power, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Beautiful and dazzling... beautiful and dazzling... beautiful?? dazzling!!!"

Luo Ji repeated these four words in a low voice, suddenly struck by inspiration, understanding the meaning of this Fate Pattern.

His hand shook violently, as if scalded, and he quickly put the mirror back into his pocket.

The mirror surface warmed slightly, as if mocking his flustered state.

Immediately after, the mirror, like a living thing, slowly parasitized back into his palm, melting into his flesh and blood.

"What a joke... who would dare covet such a 【Fate Pattern】?"

Cold sweat kept beading on Luo Ji's forehead, his heart pounding like a drum without stopping.

Even if you lent him ten thousand guts, he would not dare to have the slightest thought of coveting or stealing that monster's Fate Pattern.

He only wanted to steal people; as for monsters, forget it...

Chapter End