Above the gray fog, in a palace that looked like a giant's residence.

Klein tapped his fingers on the edge of the mottled long table, his thoughts constantly revolving around the strange dice.

"It can affect me without me noticing anything unusual... It's almost the same as the original '0-08', except that one is right in front of me and the other is hiding behind the scenes... It must be a sealed item, and one that is close to the top. Even if it's not '0' level, it's a very special existence among '1' levels...

“I am temporarily unable to interfere with fate, but I cannot deal with it passively either. As time goes by, seals of similar levels will often cause more serious damage, and may affect the people around the fat pharmacist, such as me and the passengers on the ship…” Klein thought hard for a while, but had no idea, so he decided to return to the real world immediately.

He didn't know how to seal the die or mitigate its effects, but he knew someone knew.

This person is the "Mercury Snake" Will Auceptin, who is still in his mother's womb and in the fetal state!

After entering the master bedroom, Klein took out the paper crane from his wallet and unfolded it on the table. He glanced at the surface that still had traces of wiping, picked up a pencil, and wrote a simple question:

"What do we do with the dice?"

He folded the paper crane back into place and stuffed it into his wallet. Then he walked outside the servant's room and tapped it three times with his fingers.

This did not violate Gehrman Sparrow's character, because he was a gentle madman. Of course, Klein was mainly afraid that if he opened the door rashly, he would directly hit the unlucky fat pharmacist Darkwill to death. This was the knowledge he gained from the "Final Destination" series of movies.

In addition, Klein was a little worried that if he opened the door directly, he would see an eye-catching scene.

Based on Darkwill's preferences, he found himself in an extremely dangerous situation that was difficult to escape. He could only wait for death. There was a high probability that he would decide to have one last blast... Klein was complaining in his heart when he heard the fat pharmacist's weak response:

"What is it?"

As long as he's not dead... Klein opened the door carefully, leaned forward slightly, looked at Darkwill and the open ring box in front of him, and asked calmly:

"What time is it?"

“Isn’t there a wall clock…” Darkwill still looked listless.

“I’m asking about the dice,” Klein added succinctly.

"It's still 3 o'clock..." Darkwill answered instinctively, then turned his head and jumped up, "Do you believe me?"

Klein did not respond, lest the other party be reminded of the scene where Gehrman Sparrow was fooled by the dice.

He turned around and said in a flat tone:

"Bring the dice outside."

"good!"

"OK!"

Darkwill and Owl Harry exclaimed in surprise almost at the same time.

One of them raised his arms and the other raised his wings.

After the fat pharmacist came out carefully holding the ring box, Klein pointed at the coffee table and said,

"Put it on top."

As he spoke, he sat down on the sofa next to him, rested his elbows on his thighs, and leaned forward to examine the strange dice.

From the outside, this dice does not look weird in any mystical sense. The only difference from normal dice is that even the three dots are red.

Klein cautiously avoided touching it. He straightened his body slightly and looked at the fat pharmacist Darkwill sitting on the chair opposite him and the fat owl Harry who had landed on the top of the chair back:

"Describe the specific situation."

Darkwill no longer had anything to hide, and said with a smile that was uglier than crying:

“This is an important seal within our organization, and my mission is to deliver it to the designated person on Oravi Island.

"But, as you can see, it is very dangerous. It will rotate on its own even if there is no corresponding space!

"When it turns to 6, the holder will be lucky enough to succeed in everything he does, just as I deceived you with a rather lame lie before."

Don’t mention this matter... One day you will be severely punished for your mouth... Klein listened without any expression.

Darkwell continued:

"1 o'clock means that the holder will be very unlucky and nothing will succeed. Even if I tell you everything without hiding anything, you will not believe it...

“Point 2 should be a less severe misfortune, but why did it lead to me being struck by lightning… This is incomprehensible!

"3 and 4 are normal bad luck and good luck, this can be confirmed. 5 corresponds to 2."

You're not unlucky enough, otherwise I would have beaten you up just now... Klein thought for a moment and calmly ordered:

"From now on, you will take turns monitoring this dice. When it drops below 3 points, tell me immediately."

"We?" Darkwill was confused for a moment.

"Including me?" The owl on the top of the chair back behind him raised its right wing.

Klein leaned back against the sofa, crossed his right leg, and said calmly:

“It helps keep your energy up and your focus up.”

After saying that, he pointed at the owl with his chin:

"You start first."

"My name is Harry," the owl muttered.

Harry... Klein suppressed his smile and turned to Darkwill and said:

"You go and ring the bell to ask the waiter to come over. From now on, we will choose the room delivery service.

“Before you arrive at Oravi Island, you must stay in the living room at all times and cannot go anywhere.

“Even if you want to go to the bathroom, you have to be in 3 or 4 o’clock mode.

"If you really can't hold it, I'll give you a bucket."

Listening to Gehrman Sparrow's methodical instructions, the fat pharmacist Darkwill gradually calmed down and was no longer as frightened as before.

The things he was most worried about just now were that Gehrman Sparrow's greed would be aroused and he would choose to kill people and rob goods, and secondly, this slightly crazy and cold-blooded adventurer would be scared by the dice and decide to terminate the commission and no longer provide protection.

But now it seems that Gehrman Sparrow is not afraid at all, and even has great confidence!

Darkwill secretly breathed a sigh of relief and thought:

"His performance just now was really professional...

“And not afraid at all!

"He was able to force himself free from the influence of the dice and accept my explanation. He is indeed a powerful adventurer who can easily hunt down the 'Trickster'! He must be a pirate general-level warrior!"

Darkwill stood up, walked to the door, and rang the service bell.

Just as he returned to the sofa area, the sharp voice of Owl Harry suddenly rang in his ears:

“It has changed, it has changed!

“2 o’clock!”

Suddenly, Klein exerted force with his feet and jumped up from the sofa without any warning, running to Darkwell's side.

Bang!

As a gunshot was heard outside, Klein grabbed Darkwill's arm, pulled his arm back, and shook his wrist, throwing the chubby pharmacist to the other side.

At this time, a bullet hole appeared on the wall corresponding to where Darkwill was standing.

Did a sailor's gun go off accidentally? Or did he shoot at seabirds or other targets and hit somewhere unknown, and the bullet bounced back in? In either case, the probability of this happening is very low. As a result... Klein turned his head and looked at the fat pharmacist:

"Are you hurt?"

Darkwill shook his head in fear:

"fine."

In the following time, Klein solved more than ten accidents, including the sudden fall of the roof chandelier, the hammer of the slipping maintenance worker went straight to Darkwill's head, and the fat pharmacist almost died from a fish bone stuck in his throat.

This doesn't seem too impressive, but for Klein it requires a high level of concentration, and fatigue is inevitable.

Fortunately, the dice rolled to 4 again, finally ending that disastrous hour.

No, if this continues, something unexpected might happen when I rescue people... Klein sent away the captain who came to apologize and said to Darkwill:

"I'll sleep for half an hour first.

"Keep an eye on the dice. If there is any problem, wake me up immediately."

The fat pharmacist and the owl nodded at the same time, like chicks eating.

Leaning against the back of the sofa, Klein quickly fell asleep with the help of meditation, hoping that Will Auceptin had responded.

When he woke up from his dream and saw that he was in a dark and desolate plain, he breathed a sigh of relief and followed the familiar road all the way to the depths of the black spire.

On the raised ground surrounded by tarot cards, there were already many lines of silvery white words, densely packed and numerous.

Klein stopped and quickly read through it:

"It's called the 'Dice of Probability'.

"It is the highest level seal within our school. I believe it can reach the standard of '0' level.

"It controls the probability of everything. At 1, the probability of something unfavorable to the target is magnified to the limit, and at 2, the unfavorable probability is greatly increased. This does not mean that 2 is necessarily safer than 1, because once the probability becomes high, any accident may happen. 3 is to magnify the unfavorable probability, and 4 to 6 are the opposite.

"Even for me who can reset the process to a certain extent, it is still a very dangerous seal. Using it, you can kill the demigod, and of course, you may also kill yourself."

I understand. Your battle with the Dice of Probability is like the battle between the great god Severod and the God of Dice (Note 1)... Klein complained in his mind and continued reading:

"The 'Dice of Probability' has the characteristics of being alive, always making the holder go back and forth between bad luck and good luck, and if they are not careful, they will die from an accident. When its awakening degree becomes high enough, it will gradually bring the people and objects around the holder under its control and manipulate the probability of their behavior.

"Although I haven't confirmed it, I suspect that if it is given enough time, it will affect the entire world and make all the actions of all living beings determined by the points it rolls, except for the gods, of course."

To put it simply, it is to digitize the entire world... This is definitely a "0" level sealed item, and the degree of harm is extremely high! It's really scary... Klein frowned uncontrollably and read on eagerly:

"It is quite complicated to truly seal the 'Dice of Probability'. To put it simply, it is to use a specific seal to isolate it from the spiritual world, the astral world, and the real world. You can give it a try.

“Haha, let me show you my cards. I’ve discovered long ago that you can fight against my foresight. Maybe you can use this to seal it.

"There is another way, but it can only reduce the impact temporarily. However, it is enough to successfully deliver the 'Dice of Probability' to the hands of someone who can seal it.

"The method is to use its living nature to intimidate it with effective means, so that it will behave itself, no, be quiet for a period of time, about 12 hours, and then continue.

“The more times you intimidate, the less it will be affected. After more than a week, it will bear a grudge against you and manipulate your probability like crazy.

"Finally, thank you for your help, your sincere friend Will Auceptin."

As expected of the "Snake of Fate", it has discovered my peculiarity... Throwing the "Dice of Probability" onto the gray fog should be able to seal it... But the problem is that this "0" level seal with living properties may be able to affect the mysterious space above the gray fog, drive me out, and become the master... There is no way to get the answer to this kind of thing through divination. It can definitely resist, just like "0-08"... Klein rejected the idea of ​​using the gray fog.

As his thoughts raced, he suddenly had an idea.

Klein quickly woke up from his dream and said to the fat pharmacist Darkwill:

"I have found a way to suppress its influence."

"What method?" Darkwill asked in surprise.

Klein did not answer. He picked up the Probability Dice with the 4 facing up and walked into the bathroom.

What was he going to do? I remember that in some folk customs, the way to deal with evil things is to throw feces... Ugh... Darkwill didn't want to think about it anymore.

After entering the bathroom and locking the door, Klein immediately set up a ritual to summon himself. Then, he came above the gray fog and took out the iron cigarette box.

Then he picked up the "Dice of Probability" and opened the cigarette box - inside was the "All Black Eye" from the Secret Master.

In the dim light, Klein's face was deeply shadowed, and his eyes were gloomy and restrained as he moved the "Dice of Probability" closer to that strange eye. That eye contained the extraordinary characteristics of the "True Creator"'s mental pollution.

The corners of his mouth slowly opened up, revealing a kind smile, and he whispered to the dice in his hand:

"Come, I'll treat you to a concert."

Note 1: "Great God Sevolod" is a homonym of "Great God Sevolod", which means save and read.

PS: Starting today, I will resume updating twice a day.

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