Chapter 321 Good Luck
The cool, sticky sensation on his face snapped Jemin back to reality.
He subconsciously reached out and touched it. In his palm was a piece about the size of a fist, still wriggling slightly, with a translucent, gelatinous texture and a faint, chaotic luster flowing inside.
Looking at this mass of matter that resembled high-grade slime, Jemin's heart began to beat faster than usual.
My mind was instantly filled with a burning thought—the nest!
His design concept was ahead of its time, but due to limitations in materials and technology, it never achieved the desired effect—the "Nest," a comprehensive cannon fodder unit!
If we could thoroughly understand the mechanisms of this near-perfect biological aggregation, evolution, adaptive defense, and regeneration of the host organism, and transplant its essence onto the "nest"...
Wouldn't his ultimate creation truly be able to escape its current awkward situation of being neither here nor there, and become a terrifying war machine capable of self-evolution and infinite proliferation?
When he first heard about the information about the Fungus Lord, this idea sprouted in his mind like weeds, but at the time it was just a distant fantasy.
But now, the remains of the fungus master, like a gift from heaven, landed directly on his face!
If this were to be let off the hook, it would be an outrage against heaven and earth!
Not only Jemin, but almost all the wizards around realized how valuable these scattered and fallen fragments of the fungus master were as research material.
They excitedly employed various methods, such as sealing them in special containers or binding them with energy fields, to frantically collect these remains containing the mysteries of level eight life.
A sense of euphoria, of having achieved a great victory, permeated the battlefield.
However, amidst this jubilation, Jemin suddenly felt a sudden, inexplicable palpitation.
An indescribable unease, like a cold snake, coiled around his soul.
This feeling... is so familiar!
The last time he had a similar feeling was in the spatial dimension, when his thoughts were obscured and disturbed by that strange white mist!
"Something's not right... something's not right!" Jemin instantly became extremely alert, his sharp eyes scanning his surroundings.
This time, it's not necessarily that his thinking is directly obscured, but there's definitely some problem that he hasn't yet realized is happening!
But... where exactly is the problem?!
He frowned and frantically activated the Body Tempering Technique, attempting to use its inherent power to adapt to and break through the unknown force that was interfering with his spiritual senses.
The light of the soul flickered within the body, and the body's cells vibrated and adjusted at an unprecedented frequency.
But the effect was minimal.
There seemed to be an insurmountable transparent wall between him and that crucial "aura".
The answer seems so close, yet it always eludes me by a hair's breadth!
That feeling of powerlessness was like an ant trying to understand the mind of a giant.
He even forgot to put the tempting fragment of the fungus master into his internal space, and just stood there with his brows furrowed, forming a stark contrast with his colleagues around him who were enthusiastically collecting their spoils.
High in the sky, Dixon and Obolos carefully checked and confirmed that the core consciousness of the Bacterium Lord had been completely annihilated by the ship plane's main cannon before they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"The three world lords have all been defeated, and the core of resistance within the Triangular Plane Cluster has been eradicated." Obolos's voice carried a hint of relief after the battle. "Next, we'll handle the cleanup: taking in the remaining population of the Giant Spirit Realm and the Mental Realm, and systematically reclaiming their knowledge base..."
As he listened, Dixon casually stored several large, energy-responsive bacterial samples into his spatial artifact.
In his mind, Meliste's request came to him and Obolos, asking them to leave her a high-quality master sample for research. The two of them readily agreed.
He subconsciously looked down at the wizards on the battlefield below, who were rejoicing over their victory and rich harvest, and a gratified smile appeared on his lips.
While the casualties of war are undoubtedly heartbreaking, the gains of knowledge and the triumphs of civilization can always heal the wounds.
However, just as his gaze swept across the crowd, he "inadvertently" noticed that out-of-place figure—Jermin.
That face, so different from the joy of the others, filled with confusion, wariness, and struggle, instantly aroused Dixon's instinctive curiosity as a fate wizard.
"Hmm? This little guy..."
Under normal circumstances, a fate-based wizard would not casually inquire about the fate of a living being.
But this time, almost subconsciously, he mobilized the power of fate.
An invisible thread of fate quietly reached out towards Jemin, wanting to see what was causing this consistently outstanding young apprentice to act so strangely.
Just as he switched to his Fate Perception...
Dixon's smile froze instantly, replaced by an almost horrified pallor!
He clearly "saw" that the value representing his own destiny trajectory was plummeting like an avalanche!
It not only fell below the safety baseline, but also irresistibly broke through the boundary of "positive numbers," rapidly sliding into the abyss of "negative values" that represent misfortune and death!
No! It wasn't just him!
Dixon suddenly expanded his senses—the wizard legion below, Obolos beside him, and even Meliste far away in the ship's dimension!
All the wizards, including the three seventh-level wizards, had their fortunes, which had been soaring due to victory, plummet in unison, now shrouded in an invisible and terrifying shadow!
"Something's not right! We've been tricked!" Dixon realized instantly.
His "accidental" glimpse of Jemin, and the curiosity that arose from it, was by no means accidental.
That was his own destiny's final warning before it sensed impending doom!
"What's wrong?!"
Obolos immediately noticed Dixon's drastic change in expression and the terrifying, chaotic aura that followed. His shadowy body instantly entered its highest battle stance.
"Alert! High alert!!" Dixon practically roared.
He didn't even have time to explain why; a strong sense of crisis made every cell in his body scream.
With absolute trust in the abilities of the Fate Wizard, Meliste and Obros acted without any hesitation!
Merlister instantly boosted the power of all the protective arrays on the ship plane to the maximum, and the reconnaissance system scanned every corner of the triangular plane cluster and even every inch of the surrounding chaotic void with unprecedented intensity!
Obolos's immense perception spread like mercury, penetrating the remaining realms of giant spirits and the mental realm, not missing a single abnormal energy fluctuation or sign of life.
Nothing to show for it!
The scan results showed that, apart from the wizards themselves and the collapsing remnants of the natives, this void was... completely empty!
However, this result of "nothing at all" plunged Meliste and Obolos into despair.
They were all too aware of the characteristics of high-level fate wizards—dangers that even they couldn't detect often meant that the danger was beyond their current understanding and ability to deal with!
Without hesitation, Merlister slammed her fist into the bright red button on the control panel that represented the highest level of emergency.
A hyperspace distress signal traversing endless void, carrying the coordinates of the triangular plane cluster and the highest crisis code, was sent out instantly.
However... even with the methods of higher-level wizards, it would take time for higher-level support to arrive!
Dixon, struggling to suppress the dizziness of his ever-falling fate, frantically examined the trajectory of destiny, trying to find the source of the crisis.
Suddenly, he noticed a detail he had overlooked.
Why... is the fate line of those surviving native beings in the Giant Spirit Realm and the Mind Realm currently showing a value of zero?!
The fate of living beings, and even the fate of the plane itself, can be positive (prosperity) or negative (decline).
But it absolutely, absolutely cannot be zero!
Zero represents "nothing".
This means there is no predetermined path in life...
The only thing that fits this description is an inanimate object!
A jolt, like ice water being poured over his head, jolted Dixon awake!
His thoughts just now... were very strange!
Why would someone subconsciously think of "taking in the remaining population"?
This time, they are carrying out the highest-level "annihilation" mission!
The goal is to completely eliminate all threats to the Triangular Plane Cluster from both physical and spiritual levels. Apart from valuable knowledge and technology, all other living beings are on the elimination list, and there is absolutely no possibility of them being taken prisoner!
Something... is silently influencing their thinking!
They've distorted their judgment!
Even he, a level seven fate wizard, almost fell victim to it!
Looking down at the wizard legion below, still oblivious and whose fate value was plummeting, and at the extremely solemn gazes of his two colleagues beside him, a resolute glint flashed in Dixon's eyes.
Without further hesitation, he mobilized all the "luck" he had accumulated over the years, igniting it all without reservation and injecting it into his precarious destiny!
Buzz—!
The fate of the entire region began to shake violently.
At that moment, Dixon's Fate stat was forcibly pushed to an unimaginable, even illogical, peak.
Under the brief, almost divinely ordained blessing of this powerful fortune, he relaxed some control over his body, surrendering everything to this momentary "coincidence" and "inevitability".
Through a series of coincidences, his throat began to vibrate uncontrollably, and his vocal cords trembled at a strange frequency.
His mouth opened and closed, and he struggled to utter five indistinct syllables:
"Discard...the...spoils...of...war..."
The moment he finished speaking, the forcibly elevated fate, like burnt-out firewood, plummeted back to the bottom, even causing him to spit out a mouthful of golden blood.
But he disregarded all that, and with all his might, roared out his words clearly, his voice echoing across the surrounding area:
"Everyone! Drop all spoils of war immediately! Drop all spoils of war obtained from this war!!"
Although Obrolos and Meliste were confused, their trust in Dixon made them act without hesitation.
The mandatory command was instantly transmitted to the mind of every wizard via the magic network terminal, carrying an unquestionable priority.
At the same time, the two level seven wizards frantically began to discard the previously collected Kog metal fragments, Heila's mental core fragments, and most importantly—the tissue samples of the fungal masters—from their spatial equipment!
An uproar erupted among the wizard legion. Many wizards looked at the precious spoils in their hands, their faces filled with reluctance and confusion.
But under the absolute force of the order, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and obey.
They threw away all the materials they had collected, and even the enemy equipment they had captured in battle, as if they were hot potatoes.
The moment Jemin heard this forceful order, the tension that had been building in his heart suddenly eased.
Although he still couldn't figure out the specific source of the crisis, an intuition told him that this was the right thing to do!
Without hesitation, he threw away the fragment of the fungus master in his hand, and then threw out all the spoils of war from his internal space.
Even more thoroughly, some auxiliary devices that had previously used energy crystals produced in this plane as their energy source were also taken out of the body space and discarded without any hesitation!
In an instant, it was as if a different kind of "rain of wealth" fell on the battlefield, and countless precious materials and equipment were painfully discarded by the wizards and piled up like mountains.
(End of this chapter)
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