Chapter 77: Gun of Kindness

This script did not have mandatory power and would not make Xia De do something uncontrollably. But the content written on it would absolutely happen and could not be changed, just like an invisible hand manipulating fate, which was the reason why Xia De appeared under the grape trellis again.

In a situation where his power was far weaker than the other party's, Xia De had no other choice. He had never had such a desire for power. He hadn't enhanced himself in the past, but the outsider was just a newcomer to this world after all.

"This kind of world, it really is about power."

He took a breath to relax his spirit, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, stared at the other party, and then took out the pendant with the 【Vampire Ring】 hanging on it with slow movements. The other party smiled after seeing it:

"So this was also stolen by you."

But it wasn't.

Xia De took out the box containing the 【Fate's Twenty-Sided Dice】. The man was slightly surprised after opening it:

"This is that Secret Keeper-level relic? A rare relic that can interfere with fate? So that's how it is. It was relying on this to resist the script. Interesting, interesting. You are actually a correspondence Ringed Shushi of Saint Lawrence Comprehensive Academy?"

He clearly knew these relics very well.

Xia De took out the pendant with the 【Silver Moon Pearl】 hanging on his chest. The man glanced at it and shook his head:

"What kind of messy things are these? Really strange."

Xia De didn't continue to move. The man looked at him, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes. His right hand tapped the stone table:

"Also, there are unusual things on you. Another Face told me, he wouldn't lie to me."

So Xia De took out the bag of air-dried frog legs. This was the casting material for the spell 【Frog's Leap】.

"Not this, what is this? And! Are you playing me for a fool?"

The man looked startled for a moment, then tapped his fingers on the tabletop to urge him on.

Xia De took out his diary and displayed two cards, but the man didn't even look at them:

"You're still a gambler? No, cards are common items; do you not even have this bit of common sense? Hurry, take out what you've hidden. I know you definitely want to rely on that thing to turn the tables."

Xia De thought for a moment and looked at him with a strange expression, making the man in the wine-red formal suit feel somewhat uncomfortable. Subsequently, Xia De took the cold antique revolver out from his rolled-up suit jacket, which was missing a sleeve.

The moment his fingertips brushed against the patterns on the gun, the Outlander felt as if he truly saw fate. He had a strange premonition in his heart, knowing that under this bizarre luck, the plan to use the miracle 【False Immortality】 to fake his death was no longer needed.

"Oh? What is this?"

The middle-aged man in the wine-red suit didn't recognize it either, but after slightly touching it and checking it repeatedly, he realized it was indeed a Relic. He picked it up to examine it, and after opening the revolver's cylinder, there were no bullets in the six chambers, but with just a slight shake, bullets actually appeared in the cylinder.

A smile curled at the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth:

"This is good, consuming Qi to automatically replenish bullets. I have always hoped to have an offensive 【Relic】, this is just right. It seems my luck tonight is also not bad; what you owe me will eventually be returned to me. Ha, fate is indeed fair to everyone! The law of conservation of luck is absolutely not a superstition.

I think you must know the function of this 【Relic】, right? It's definitely not just about replenishing bullets, which is why you wanted to hide it until the end, hoping I wouldn't discover it, giving you a chance to pull the trigger."

Xia De pursed his lips, not knowing if he should compliment the other party's rich imagination; perhaps the man sitting across from him should become a writer like Miss Lu Yi Sha:

"Sorry, I also don't know what use this revolver actually has."

Xia De said honestly. The man smiled, held the gun in his right hand, and with a metallic click, his short, thick fingers pressed down the hammer, then he slowly raised his hand to aim the pitch-black muzzle at Xia De's forehead:

"I used a miracle to prevent the sound of the gunshot from spreading. Since you are unwilling to say, why don't we try and see what this gun actually does. Do you want to die? Or tell me the answer."

The circular stone table was quite large; the pistol was raised, higher than the tabletop, and did not cross the center line of the round table.

A gas lamp hung on the grape trellis, and there was a candle brought by the man on the round table for illumination. The dim yellow light shone on the faces of the two people by the table; in that moment of silence, not a single wisp of wind blew.

Xia De looked at the muzzle, his mouth twitching. Even though he had his own plan, he still felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and he felt sweat streaming down his cheeks.

This deadly moment seemed to be only one step away from death. This was the most critical situation since arriving in this world. But among thousands of thoughts, he thought of the possibility of his own survival.

"My idea must be correct, my idea must be correct! The good luck tonight should not be over yet!"

He repeated in his heart over and over.

"What exactly is the function of this pistol 【Relic】?"

The man asked again. Xia De shook his head, and in front of the man, unexpectedly reached out his hand and picked up the 【Fate's Twenty-Sided Die】 from the open box.

"The good luck generated by the 【Puppeteer's Script】 cannot affect the 【Fate's Twenty-Sided Die】. If you want to rely on the current good luck to make yourself roll a 20 again, then there is no need to do so; you cannot roll a 20. Luck cannot defeat power. Using the script can indeed lead to being misled by the traps of fate, but what other methods can you have this time?"

The man said with surprise, but saw that Xia De still made the motion of throwing the die. Xia De felt that the back of his shirt was already soaked through.

【Are you ready?】

The whisper sounded unexpectedly; she really understood Xia De.

"Ready."

The middle-aged man in the wine-red suit saw his action and laughed:

"Since you still won't give up, young Ringed Shushi, goodbye."

Pulling the trigger, before the Fate's Twenty-Sided Die was thrown, the antique revolver was fired normally.

Amidst the gunshot that failed to pierce the night sky due to the miracle, the brass-colored bullet flew out of the muzzle, spinning, passing through the dim yellow light of the gas lamp and the summer garden's evening breeze, leaving a vortex in the air as it crossed the center line of the round table and flew toward the center of Xia De's brow.

This was the true moment before death. Xia De did not think of the people he knew in this world, but instead closed his eyes while clutching the die he hadn't thrown:

"This must be..."

The bullet was coated with a strange black-iron-colored aura, causing the bullet to fail to continue forward, but instead, it drew a perfect arc in the air and flew backward.

"What?"

Bang~

The bullet drilled into the skull of the person holding the gun, and his head exploded as if a watermelon had been struck hard.

Red and white matter sprayed in all directions, and the man's seated corpse collapsed amidst the lingering echo of the gunshot and the white smoke swirling from the muzzle.

Xia De, sprayed all over his face with brains and blood, remained motionless. The candle was knocked over by the splashing blood, and the lampshade of the kerosene lamp on the grape trellis was also coated with plasma. The light suddenly dimmed. Xia De opened his eyes, watching the smoke from the muzzle fly toward the night sky, only to dissipate in the evening breeze under the grape trellis.

The night wind blew, and he exhaled a trembling breath:

"... Gun of Kindness."