Chapter 133: Light Laughter and Bitter Weeping

Twenty-six parts of various sizes were held aloft by a force and slammed together in midair, yet miraculously no deafening boom erupted; instead, wondrously, like music being played, a pleasant, rhythmic clanging rang out, and a puppet of distinctly more refined maiden form was born before Luge and the other. A strange pressure flashed and vanished — that was the sublimation of life level, the soul, Spiritual Power reaching a certain limit and breaking through, unintentionally affecting the lowly creature beside it in that instant.

This puppet's face was no longer vague and simplified like the previous puppets; her features were distinct, details exquisite, the refined eyes, nose, and other parts those earlier puppets had separately possessed now gathered together, light shimmering, the differently colored metals and strange materials on the puppet all covered over one by one, turning into the appearance of ordinary human skin.

She had not made herself very beautiful, still plain and ordinary as before.

"What did you do! Didn't I say... protect her?" the Old Drunkard said with a trembling voice to Luge, "Just a little bit short, every time it's like this, whatever I do always falls just a little bit short of success! We clearly found a solution, we were about to succeed."

Luge knew this matter was botched, but if not for using the Demon Dice to restrain her, letting the lucid Dazuoya command those puppets, and letting her run wild, the two of them would have had an even harder time dealing with it.

So is this a successful Promotion? An unconventional One-ring Wizard? Luge stared at the puppet floating in midair.

Suddenly, the two simultaneously discovered a problem.

As an Old Wizard Apprentice with rich Promotion experience, his brows furrowed even deeper.

"The Light Stones of Underground City don't seem to have been exhausted..." Luge said.

"Too fast, far too fast," the Old Drunkard said, "A Promotion via Sublimation Ritual shouldn't be this fast."

Luge suddenly felt the die pinched in his hand tremble slightly.

A faintly visible blue line was connecting from the die in his hand to that puppet in midair.

"Look—" Luge said.

The Old Drunkard nodded and said, "She's about to wake up."

The Old Wizard Apprentice looked completely as if he hadn't seen that line.

Luge opened his mouth, frowned in deep thought, and with a thought instantly recalled the Demon Dice into the Bedroom Space — no obstruction was met, the blue line also vanished completely — then he took the die out again, and that line still existed.

Thinking it over, he used Spiritual Power to link with his own Demon Dice, and with a finger lightly tried to touch that line.

In an instant, realization surged into his heart; Luge dazedly seemed to still hear the Demon Dice's light laughter — those are the world's most mysterious few things, things even the Strongest cannot control, that is the elusive thread of Fate.

Luge froze, increasingly feeling these things were not something a minor Apprentice like him should touch; thinking it over, he still sent the Demon Dice into the Bedroom Space.

Dasha and Aijin had also long since been sent back into the Abyssal Bedroom by Luge at the first moment.

The midair puppet Dazuoya Fanxing opened her eyes at this moment.

In that instant, she seemed to find this world unfamiliar; she turned her head to look around, then moved her arms, raised them to look at her own two hands, fingers moved and an ordinary Wizard Robe appeared, lightly slipping onto her body — that robe was still the most common style among Wizard Apprentices.

Luge seemed able to hear the Old Wizard Apprentice's heartbeat, yet it also seemed like his own heartbeat.

"You... you succeeded?" the Old Drunkard asked softly.

In the Old Wizard Apprentice's tone there was fear, yet also joy; the final inflection carried thick envy; having spoken, he stared dead at the puppet in midair.

Dazuoya Fanxing, however, looked toward Luge first.

"My good neighbor, although your strange, unfathomable power helped me, even saving most of Fanxing City's Light Stone consumption," she looked at Luge, slowly saying, "This is a good ending, beyond all situations I anticipated; life truly is full of surprises, Underground City even gets preserved, but to make this ending more perfect, I still must kill you two, to put the most perfect period on this ending, let this matter conclude with a perfection far exceeding my imagination..."

Luge raised his head, merely meeting her gaze for an instant, and tears uncontrollably streamed down; an indescribable heartbroken sorrow seemed about to tear him apart.

He felt as if he would suffocate.

Dazuoya Fanxing at this moment had already looked toward the Old Wizard Apprentice; in just an instant the Old Wizard Apprentice had also knelt on the ground weeping bitterly. When Luge saw his face again, this wine-loving Old Wizard Apprentice already had eyes rolled back, blood tears flowing unceasingly, that exaggeratedly wide-open mouth like a silent wail, as if wanting to die of grief; the previously rejuvenated appearance was also rapidly withering back.

Really going to die? Hide in the Abyss Bedroom Space?

He gritted his teeth and persisted; earlier he hadn't decisively hidden inside — one, he didn't know if the wildly laughing Dazuoya Fanxing remembered that Spatial Door, and whether as an Official Wizard she could perceive more; two, when he touched that mysterious unseverable thread of Fate, he inexplicably felt he wouldn't die today, a feeling similar to each time Spiritual Light stirred, even a bit clearer.

In just these few breaths' time, the Old Wizard Apprentice was already prostrate on the ground, exhaling more than inhaling, blood flowing from seven orifices forming a pool on the ground just covering his prostrate form.

This old fellow is about to die?

Luge's thoughts raced.

Are Official Wizards this terrifying? By rights, Dazuoya Fanxing just completed the Sublimation Ritual, hasn't had time to study those Supernatural Knowledge only Official Wizards can touch, let alone learn One-ring Spells, but a mere glance can kill a Fifth-Rank Wizard Apprentice?

Luge thought of those puppets that could cooperate to cast Fireball Technique; perhaps the Sorrowful Puppet Sublimation Ritual, while making her a Sorrowful Puppet, also simultaneously solidified a One-ring Spell, so that wasn't just a casual glance, an Official Wizard's gaze isn't that exaggerated either.

And this Spell should also relate to the sorrow in the target's own heart; Luge was also prostrate on the ground, but he was faking it; he still had capacity to desperately analyze the other's Spell — although he wept as if suffocating, snot and tears flowing a handful, as the one hit by the Spell a step earlier, he was actually far less severe than the Old Drunkard.

The Old Wizard Apprentice's lifetime of regrets and unwillingness, all those experiences impossible to let go, at this moment under this Spell turned into thorny blades stabbing into himself.

Luge took out the Demon Dice again.

He truly didn't want to use it again, didn't want to rely on this thing like the die's successive owners; he'd already planned to afterwards just muddle along in low-rank Apprentice circles, striving to stay far from these matters beyond his ability.

Thinking thus, he suddenly discovered his various guarantees resembled a gambler's more and more.

But does this die really have use now?

Where is the lifeline?

"Dazuoya!"

Thrown far away, Lorigo Fanxing with blood streaming on his head suddenly stepped forward and shouted.

(Chapter End)