Chapter 398: Prey

Seeing his former subordinates again, Aaron was filled with deep emotion.

"Lin, Olivia..."

He recalled the many events that had occurred within the Light of Redemption Cult, his gaze gradually softening.

"They have truly become big figures in the Mysterious world now."

"The worst-case scenario is... that both of them have already gone mad, or betrayed me..."

"If there is no betrayal, then there exists a possibility of redemption."

Aaron recalled the frantic state of the other party previously, his expression becoming incomparably grave.

"Beyond that, there is the continued exploration of the limits of the 'Law of Accident'."

It is said that as long as one's appearance is full of Invis style, any native girl walking on the street will pounce like a bee seeing a flower.

When Baoluo spoke of these things, his eyes were bloodshot, his veins bulging, and his face wore an expression of longing and excitement, leaving Aaron speechless.

He felt that even if this doctor didn't go bankrupt due to medical malpractice, he would sooner or later fall because of women.

After all, why had his own romantic life hit a low point?

Wasn't it because of the handsome man sitting across from him?

Of course, Kent also knew in his heart that the fiancé officer he had never met was the primary reason.

Kent heard a slightly familiar voice, and immediately saw the excessively handsome Jack set down a glass of wine and sit next to him, his face only able to squeeze out a polite smile: "Good evening, Mr. Kesaini."

"According to currently known intelligence, the 'Law of Accident' has two modes. One is to actively bestow 'accidents' upon oneself or enemies. Under this mode, the interference with Fate is relatively small and does not necessarily achieve the ideal goal."

The wariness in his heart gradually dissipated, and seeing Aaron take out a deck of playing cards, he couldn't help but wave his hand: "I don't play cards!"

Inside the first-class cabin.

For this young man who kept pestering Helen, or rather, whom Helen kept pestering, it would be impossible for Kent to say he felt no jealousy at all.

Whether the current deities with the capacity for rational thought would recognize this method is another matter.

He sighed and disconnected from Bruce.

"Continue to lie low and accumulate 'Secret Source Power'. This kind of gathering needs to be reduced; after all, every time the Fool's Crown is used, 'Secret Source Power' must be consumed to counter the negative effects..."

Bruce's eyes became dazed, then suddenly filled with extreme fear: "I... was I just possessed by a Great Existence?"

They commented on the differences between South Innis women and Invis women while enthusiastically discussing various romantic anecdotes from the colonies.

'At least... to divine my future, I should be the one to shuffle the cards...'

After more than half an hour, a weary-looking Kent finally appeared and came to the bar: "Please give me a drink that will let me sleep peacefully tonight."

Kent took a sip of his drink, sighed, and replied: "Love, I suppose!"

He grumbled in his heart, casually drew a card, flipped it over, and pressed it onto the table.

"Don't I need to silently recite the divination matter, or shuffle the cards myself or something?" Kent confirmed, following his own knowledge of Occultism.

"Perhaps... it requires accumulation measured in years."

Aaron drank while his gaze wandered, seemingly waiting for prey to appear.

Aaron took off the 'Fool's Crown' and performed a Purification on himself.

Aaron whistled and laid out a row of long cards on the table: "Draw one."

Aaron sighed: "It represents transformation and rebirth... Your luck isn't very good... or rather... your love life is currently at a low point."

And the birth of the sun might be the total explosion of power that had been accumulating within the 'Secret Source' for who knows how many thousands of years; his own dozen years of accumulation was merely a key.

"Then... once the Sixth Primordial Substance is opened, the 'Law of Accident' should be able to become complete. The interference intensity of actively bestowed 'accidents' will be quite powerful, making me comparable to an ordinary 'Immortal'? Although I lack the Immortality of an Immortal and thus lack a long and extended lifespan, the power is definitely not much different... In the Mortal World, I can barely protect myself."

Seeing this, Kent was certain that the other party didn't know even a shred of Occultism.

This made it impossible for Aaron to estimate how much 'quantity' was needed to redeem or annihilate a Hidden Existence!

"But it must be a lot... For now, I still need to continue to lie low."

'I am the Extraordinary, card divination... Heh...'

"The Death Card!"

"It's not good to drink such strong alcohol at night."

Aaron was drinking and chatting with Baoluo and the others.

Bar.

On the card face, there was strikingly a pale skeleton, hunched over, carrying a huge pitch-black scythe.

This situation is quite dangerous in Occultism; for such a great existence, even just the descent of consciousness would cause irreversible damage to the vessel!

But when Bruce nervously performed an inspection, his expression became dazed again.

"Then you really have missed out on a lot of fun..." Aaron smiled dismissively: "No cards today... let's try some divination! What do you want to divine? Career? Love?"

Kent glared at Aaron, feeling that the other party was mocking him, and felt a bit angry.

Kent thanked him politely but didn't say much, instead tugging at his collar, looking somewhat impatient.

"Not needed." Aaron shook his head with a smile.

Because Miss Helen was throwing a tantrum again today, and he had snuck out to clear his head and have a drink, only to encounter someone he found unpleasant—this was not a pleasant experience.

Because he discovered—nothing had happened to him, and his state was actually better than ever.

Aaron smiled in a very familiar way: "This drink is on me."

But soon, he discovered that this Jack was indeed a nice person; every sentence seemed to speak to his heart, as if the two were friends of many years.

"Just call me Jack."

Otherwise, last time in Plymouth, Flander and the Blood Cup Archbishop and the others would not have left so easily.

Clatter!

Aaron shuffled the cards skillfully, his hands turning into countless afterimages as if performing magic; that dazzling, fancy technique couldn't help but pique Kent's interest.

"To grant Jiusu to a Hidden Existence, the consumption of 'Secret Source Power' must be unimaginably terrifying..."

"The second scenario is to witness a Contract, then allow an 'accident' to descend to punish the one who breaks it... As long as the Contract is signed, the interference of Fate will be extremely powerful; at the very least, an ordinary person breaking the agreement will end in death, but the interference regarding an Extraordinary or even a Supreme existence remains doubtful and requires further testing... The only thing that is certain is that in this situation, the interference of Fate will definitely be stronger than what I provide proactively!"

One week later.

The greatest thing he had done in the Ancient era was merely to release Fate by accumulating 'Secret Source' for several years to lure and kill the Scarlet Sun.

"Thank you!"

"A good choice."

Shengmagehao.

"A low point is not terrifying; on the contrary, it is an opportunity for transformation. Face it squarely, bravely confront your own heart, and you will have good luck."

Aaron continued to interpret the content of the Death Card from the identity of a Diviner, and finally shrugged his shoulders: "How about... we make a bet?"

(End of this chapter)