Chapter 616: Another perspective on fate

If Zariel were here, he would probably shout, “That’s it!”

It was the same when Amber's soul was shattered, and the cost of repairing it was terrifyingly high.

Unfortunately, Bayer had not seen the scene at that time, and Xirik did not understand what this number represented.

Bayer could not help but mutter, "A normal soul would cost thirty to fifty soul coins, so what on earth did you put in there?"

Xirik didn't understand and asked, "Is there something wrong with this number?"

Bayer said, "It's very problematic and abnormal. Each Soul Coin is a complete soul, or even a combination of multiple souls. Even if there is loss during the repair, it shouldn't be the case that thousands of Soul Coins cannot repair a soul. Is the one you repaired really a mortal? Or something else?"

Xirik also felt something was wrong after hearing this, but it had already come to this point and the contract had even been signed.

If I give up now, I will have worked for Bayer in vain.

Xirik said calmly: "According to the contract, you have to provide me with materials to repair my soul."

Since it wasn't his own money, Xirik didn't feel sad at all.

Bayer frowned and threw another 20,000 soul coins in. This amount of resources was nothing to him. He was also very curious about what exactly Xirik wanted to repair.

The machine rumbled, and after a violent shock, the completion rate became "2%".

Xirik frowned and said, "Is it true that your machine cannot display values ​​less than 1?"

Bayer's eyes widened. After throwing in 21,000 soul coins, this was only 2%? This broken machine must be broken!

I wanted to change it, but if I opened it now, the contents inside might be completely destroyed.

"Damn liar, what on earth did you put in there? If you don't tell me clearly, I won't fulfill the contract anymore!"

Xirik did not answer, because he was not sure what Harvey was.

At this moment, Harvey, who was in the furnace, was not feeling well either.

The energy from the smelted soul coins continued to penetrate into his body. This forced filling was very uncomfortable, and could even be described as torture. Hell's technology didn't care whether you were comfortable or not, it just simply and crudely achieved the effect.

But even though it was as painful as torture, Harvey still tried to persevere, because it was not only repairing his soul, but also providing him with a lot of energy to hatch children.

The soul fragments have turned into human form and restored to their complete state.

But the child is very weak, and Harvey needs to constantly copy his knowledge and memory to give the child the best enlightenment.

Although he didn't know what was happening outside or where the energy came from, Harvey knew that this was a very rare opportunity that would allow the child to be born sooner, otherwise he didn't know how many years he would have to wait.

Harvey endured the pain and madly absorbed the power, then fed it to the new soul.

And in this process, Harvey's own soul is also undergoing a transformation.

As a mortal in his thirties, Harvey has quite a lot of experience, but his accumulation is far from enough.

Poor guys like Amberxiu have taken many potions to strengthen their souls and bodies, but Harvey has almost none.

So Xavi’s success today is purely due to his talent.

And now, Xirik is providing Harvey with the resources he lacks most.

The violent soul repair caused him to begin to transform. It was as if his consciousness entered another world, and everything he could sense seemed to be completely different.

Threads of fate unfolded before him, interweaving into a web in an indescribable way. A closer look revealed that each knot was made up of a twenty-sided dice, still spinning madly.

Only when Harvey's consciousness caught on would the dice stop spinning and leave the corresponding numbers. When Harvey's thoughts left, the dice would spin crazily again and never stop.

This represents countless possibilities of fate.

The connection between all things in the world is transformed into a silk thread, and the dice of fate determines all the details of this silk thread. Every second, billions of possibilities are happening, and billions of futures are disappearing.

The prophecy wizard is like a small insect crawling on this web. If he is not careful, he will be thrown off and fall into the abyss from which there is no escape.

Harvey tried very hard to lie on this endless web of fate, but everything seemed the same and he couldn't find his direction at all.

What made Harvey feel even more suffocated was that these threads of fate were wrapping around him.

As he stays on the Internet longer and longer, his connection with this network becomes closer and closer. Connection leads to involvement, and the thread of fate is created, and it will become faster and faster.

Harvey tried hard to cut off the threads and escape, but found that the speed at which he could cut the threads was far slower than the speed at which they grew.

In just a moment, Harvey was wrapped in a thick cocoon.

At this moment, he was captured by fate and could no longer struggle.

At the moment when his body was completely unable to move, Harvey seemed to hear the shouts of countless people.

"Fate is so cruel, there is no way to escape it no matter what!"

“We mistakenly think that we are the darlings of fate, but in fact we are just fleas that are surviving temporarily.”

"A prophecy is only an invitation to death. You must attend even if you refuse."

"Destiny only gives you the power to watch, but not the power to change the future."

"Everything in the world is a prey bound by fate."

"The difference between a prophet and other prey is that you can see the calluses on his body, which makes him more desperate."

"Under such a powerful force, what do we have left?"

…

For countless years, those predecessors who died under the prophecy let out their final cries of grief, and all these desperate voices filled Harvey's mind. Generations of people worked hard, but in the end, there was no difference.

Fate is as cruel and precise as ever.

No one can disobey it, and no one can escape it.

If the world is so cruel, why let them see it, why let them know it, and why let them be born into this world.

Harvey's soul was filled with these questions, threatening to overwhelm his consciousness.

It was the first time that he experienced so clearly how desperate his predecessors were and how painful the end of the prophecy mage's path would be.

However, Harvey did not sink.

Because Amber had already asked him this question a long time ago.

"If you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what would you do?" this is what Amber asked at the time.

Harvey’s answer was simple: read more books while there is still time.

Apart from this, Harvey will not struggle any more and will accept his death calmly.

Harvey was not speaking sweet words at the time, but was speaking from the absolute heart.

The sufferings of the past have made him what he is today. The goddess of fate snatched him back from Demogorgon's control and allowed him to live freely until now. Harvey thinks he has already made a profit.

Maybe he has some resentment occasionally, but overall, Harvey is very satisfied with his life.

An orphan with no background at all could see so many wonderful things, what could he complain about? Most of the orphans like him had died on the roadside in obscurity, and they probably didn't even have the qualifications to go to hell, and could only be annihilated and dissipated.

Harvey is not afraid of death, so he will not feel despair when the end comes. Listening to the voices of these predecessors, he just feels it is a pity.

These prophecy wizards must have been the chosen ones of heaven and the important figures who influenced the world. Their wisdom and efforts may have far surpassed his own, but all their methods of fighting against fate have ended in failure.

If that's the case, why should I fight back?

All you need to do is continue to be yourself until that future comes.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Harvey didn't resist at all, allowing the thread of fate to wrap him tighter and tighter. He didn't struggle even when he was suffocating.

Soon, the noise in his mind disappeared. Perhaps the remaining thoughts of the predecessors looked down on this weak junior and were too lazy to tell him about their pain.

And when those voices disappeared, only his own voice remained in Harvey's mind.

He lay here peacefully. When he had been trying to escape in a panic, he had not realized how comfortable this place was. After accepting his own weakness, this cocoon that bound him became a comfortable hotbed.

Maybe someone would break out of the cocoon and eat him in the next second, but at least Harvey was safe at this moment.

The only drawback is the lack of books. It would be perfect if he could be given a few ancient books that he hasn't had time to finish reading.

In this quiet and peaceful environment, Harvey's perception was greatly enhanced, and the threads of fate entangled with him did not seem to be static.

The outside of the cocoon is intertwined and thickened layer by layer, but the inside is slowly melting away.

The more tightly the threads were wrapped around Harvey, the faster they melted away.

Harvey thought for a moment in confusion, then said in surprise: "Even if I do nothing, my original connection with everything will change, because even if I don't move, the world will still move. Oh, why didn't I think of this angle before?"

Harvey sensed it carefully again. Just as he said, the web of fate was not woven for him alone. The thread of fate had no end and no center. It connected all things in many dimensions and was changing all the time.

The more he struggles, the deeper the entanglement becomes, but when Harvey gives up struggling, many of the threads that originally bound him will disappear with the disappearance of the other end.

Just like Demogorgon before.

This should have been a rope tightly wrapped around the throat, but now it has been loosened and even disappeared, and Harvey himself did nothing.

Or when he rushed to Amber's castle, Harvey was just a little apprentice who was dragged into it. Did he do anything to fight against Amber? No, he just waited quietly, and then those deadly futures changed automatically.

Even after seeing the prophecy of his own death, Harvey chose to accept it, but was finally rescued by Amber.

…

So, is this just pure luck, the favor of the goddess of fate?

Harvey shook his head subconsciously. He remembered that Amber warned him very seriously that the goddess of fate hated people who relied on fate for everything the most. The prophet who relied on divination to decide his actions all the time would die the fastest.

Fate will not let you go, but it will not accept you continuing to act out the script boringly either.

There is a middle ground between tanking and struggling, a standard that few prophecy mages can grasp.

Harvey's mind spread out, looking for the other end of the entangled thread, and then quietly sensed the self-destruction of these key nodes.

It was like seeing the destruction of an entire galaxy. At this moment, Harvey's understanding of fate seemed to have reached another new height.

See fate, accept fate... It turns out that doing nothing does not mean that you can't influence anything. On the contrary, if you can see the exact timing clearly, doing nothing can help you avoid a desperate future.

The dice of fate, the thread of fate, and the spell that makes fate forget itself...all the knowledge left to him by the three elders gathered together at this moment, opening the door to another destiny for Harvey.

It was as if a hole had opened up in Harvey's soul. The huge energy gap made him feel empty and hungry. He needed more energy to maintain this deduction.

He felt that he was about to break through to a new level, but now he lacked energy.

Harvey was about to upgrade, but the two gods, Xirik and Bayer, who were watching the furnace outside, were almost pissed off.

Just now, the repair progress displayed on the furnace had reached 70%. Although Bayer had thrown hundreds of thousands of soul coins into it, he was still heartbroken and gnashed his teeth.

The money was not enough to break a bone, but in Bayer's opinion, he was cheated by Xirik and suffered a pure loss. For a devil, owing a loss-making contract was more painful than being stabbed.

Xirik himself was embarrassed. He really had no intention of tricking Bayer. He really just came to save Harvey. Who knew such an accident would happen? It was said that the devil knew the soul best, but Bayer's inference was hundreds of times different from the normal situation. How could he be blamed for this?

What’s even more outrageous is what happened next. The completion rate was just 70%, but suddenly the number dropped wildly to 18%.

This made Bayer's defense break. He had never heard of repairing the soul and jumping back.

"Damn liar, this is your illusion, right!"

Bayer's only guess now is that Xirik used his power to create an illusion that was so realistic that this guy might have been sent by Zariel to trick him.

Xirik said quickly: "No, this has absolutely nothing to do with me! I can swear to Io!"

"Who would believe the oath of a lying prince?!"

Bayer swung his sword angrily, cutting Xirik's incarnation directly in half.

Bayer's real body appeared again, and Xirik's puppet was just a clone that carried a little bit of power and had no resistance at all.

Chopping him into pieces was not enough. Bayer angrily crumpled up Xirik, who was not completely dead yet, into a ball and threw him directly into the furnace.

"I want to see what's burning in your furnace! Bury it with my hundreds of thousands of soul coins!"

The soul of Xirik's clone was forcibly stuffed into the furnace, and along with some divine power, it became nutrients for Harvey.

The incarnation of the god was naturally extraordinary. The reading on the furnace immediately began to soar and soon reached 100%.

This means that whatever is burning in this furnace, it's time to repair it.

(End of this chapter)