Chapter 1213 In Search of a Clue <TOC> Chapter 1215 Turning Danger into Safety
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The response provided by Olucia was the same as that of Popoca.
According to Olucia, she woke up in the midst of battle, not paying any mind to her surroundings. If they wanted to pinpoint their location, they would need to release her, let her fly beyond the sky, and then determine the coordinates.
Setting aside the risks associated with releasing Olucia, the mere fact that they had to ascend beyond the sky to establish the coordinates was currently unachievable. The Will of the Abyss loomed high above, and countless gazes converged from beyond the heavens. Exiting the confines of the sky would be courting death.
Without the ability to determine their location, how could they find an exit?
The group was at their wit’s end.
“Why not leave here first? Perhaps if we head to other places, we might find some landmark to ascertain our location,” Greaves proposed, stealing a glance at the shop owner.
Greaves’ proposal was the only viable option for now. However, wandering aimlessly without understanding the situation might invite danger.
Moreover, Angel had another concern. While ascertaining their position was crucial, finding an exit route was equally vital.
However, based on his knowledge, the foundation laid by the Gazing Abyssal Eye in the Abyss was commendable. Virtually every continent and each layer of the world had a Translayer Gate, or a planar passageway. Even without such gates, there ought to be other means of escape.
But the problem they faced was locating the exit amidst the boundless continent.
“We’ll follow what Greaves suggested, leave this place first,” Angel decided.
Angel brought out the Gondola, gesturing for Greaves and Popoca to board.
Filled with curiosity for the Gondola, Greaves’ eyes sparkled with amazement. He stroked it gently, remarking, “I’ve heard Olucia mentioning human pursuit of art. This boat, is this what you call art?”
Across from him, Popoca scoffed, seemingly ridiculing Greaves’ naivety.
Furious, Greaves retaliated with a ball of fire.
Midway through its flight, Angel caught the flame effortlessly, extinguishing it with a squeeze.
Emerald smoke wafted up, but Angel remained unscathed.
“Let’s put other matters aside for now, we need to choose a direction and prepare to leave,” Angel’s voice remained calm, as if the flame earlier was of no consequence.
Disagreements arose over the choice of direction. Greaves was bound to oppose whatever Popoca suggested.
Initially, Angel had intended to consider their opinions, but the situation quickly devolved into chaos.
“Enough!” Angel’s stern voice silenced Greaves and Popoca simultaneously.
Angel’s gaze swept around. The world was an expansive, unending void with roiling black clouds and relentless rain. Occasionally, the glow of red would pierce the darkness, reflections of lava splashed upon the barren landscape.
Which direction to head didn’t seem to matter.
Furrowing his brow, a sudden inspiration seized Angel. His eyes strayed to the southeast, where tendrils of smoke curled and coiled. It was indistinguishable from the rest of the bleak environment. Yet inexplicably, he felt as if something from that direction was summoning him. A call that filled Angel with a sense of familiarity.
That’s strange.
Contemplating for a moment, Angel calmed his mind to perceive the world around him. When he released his green rune, integrating his mental power into the earth, he felt a subtle connection to this world. He intended to explore this link to discern if there was anything he could uncover.
As he immersed himself in the communion with this continent, the call grew stronger. The familiar feeling it evoked within Angel was comforting, yet he couldn’t confirm if it wasn’t some sort of trap.
The whispers of certain evil gods often carried similar beckoning. Seemingly benign and inviting, they were in fact laden with enormous risk.
Caught in his indecision, Popoca queried, “What’s the matter? You seem perplexed.”
After some thought, Angel decided not to withhold his newfound Call from Afar and relayed it to the others.
“So, you have a deep connection with this continent? Makes sense, given the vast amounts of True Spirit power you’ve released. The continent’s collective consciousness must be elated. Perhaps this call is its way of guiding you away. It’s unlikely that the collective consciousness of the continent would harm you.” Greaves theorized with a touch of nonchalance.
“You’re looking at this from the perspective of an intelligent being. Conscious aggregates never harbour intentions of harm or salvation,” countered Popoca impassively.
Angel nodded in agreement, not because Popoca was contradicting Greaves, but because the collective consciousness of the continent lacked any subjective thought. This rendered the “friendly call” he was feeling slightly unreal, as though it was manipulated by someone.
He mulled over it. Perhaps it was indeed safer to keep a wide berth from the “source of the call”.
“If you’re still uncertain, Angel, why not let me cast the Lucky Decision spell to test it out for you?” Popoca suddenly proposed.
“Lucky Decision spell? You mean, Lucky Two Choices?”
Popoca shook his head, “Not Lucky Two Choices. I meant Lucky Decision.”
The Lucky Two Choices, also known as the Luck spell, is based on the principle of processing vast amounts of information and data analysis to arrive at a choice most aligned with your personal circumstances.
The Lucky Two Choices ultimately represents a synthesis of information and data, not really touching upon true prophesy. But the “Lucky Decision” is different. It is a bona fide spell of prophecy, rendering judgements through the caster’s personal sense of good and evil, enabling the most advantageous choice. The only drawback is that this spell only benefits the caster and cannot be applied to others.
“Can you cast prophecy spells?” Angel looked at Popoca with astonishment. If Popoca can cast the Lucky Two Choices, that would be understandable. Angel, after all, had similar tricks up his sleeve concerning big data analysis — the Eye of Nalda, for instance.
Yet the spell for Lucky Decision leans heavily towards prophecy! Without inherent talent, it would be exceedingly challenging to succeed in mastering it.
“Although I do not possess the talent for prophecy, I’ve been exposed to my ancestors’ books of prophecy since I was a child, thus I’ve gleaned some insights on the art. After venturing into the Savage Grottoes, I spent some time researching prophecy spells. However, the only one I truly mastered was the spell for Lucky Decision,” explained Popoca.
“It’s remarkable that you were able to master prophecy spells,” Angel replied. He’d heard of an elemental wizard who sought teaching from Maya, only to spend nearly a decade without learning a single prophecy trick.
“The reason I could learn the spell for Lucky Decision is probably because I inherited a certain talent from my father——the Gift of Fortune.”
“The Gift of Fortune?”
“It’s a weak talent. If it could avoid all dangers, my father wouldn’t have succumbed to an unexpected disaster. I’ve always questioned whether such a talent really exists since I’ve never felt particularly lucky myself. However, my sister told me I have this talent, and so, I chose to believe.”
When Popoca said this, there was a hint of self-mockery in his voice. “Perhaps, the day my sister disappeared, this talent was triggered, causing me to leave home and join the Whiskas Royal Knights, thus avoiding those men in black.”
From the outcome perspective, the Gift of Fortune and Lucky Decision spell share significant similarities. Therefore, it might genuinely be due to this “Gift of Fortune” that Popoca was able to learn the latter.
Reflecting upon this, Angel pondered. If Popoca indeed knew the Lucky Decision spell, it might be worth a try.
Popoca nodded, “Alright, let’s give it a shot.”
Cracks had started to appear in the magic source within Popoca, but there was still some energy left. For now, he could manage to cast the Lucky Decision spell one last time.
After some time, Popoca, pale as a ghost, panted heavily.
This prophecy nearly depleted all the remaining magical power in his magic source, leaving Popoca in great discomfort. Yet, he managed to obtain some good news.
“I took myself as the reference point, and the southeast as the desired outcome, then performed a luck judgement on this journey. The final verdict turned out to be favorable.”
“However, you should understand the limitations of the Lucky Decision spell. The outcome is only relative to myself; it cannot apply to you.”
Angel understood the constraints of the Lucky Decision spell. Although the outcome was relative to Popoca, Popoca’s power was currently the weakest among them. If his path towards the southeast turned out good, it should be similar for the others.
After some contemplation, Angel made the decision, “If that’s the case, let’s head southeast.”
Regardless of what the call might be, in this unfamiliar world, on this unfamiliar continent, Angel did not believe there would be any inherently safe places. Since Popoca had the “Gift of Fortune,” and the Lucky Decision spell indicated a favorable outcome, he had no reason to refuse.
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After the Gondola had been flying for nearly half an hour, the sky remained shrouded in thick, dark clouds, with relentless rain pouring down.
Angel could not help but suspect that every inch of this land might be blanketed under cloud and rain.
Their journey was monotonous. The terrain remained a desolate, russet hue, devoid of any signs of life.
The only variation was the shift from molten lava pools which initially dotted the landscape to the towering, smoke-belching volcanoes that now marked their way.
As Greaves peered over the vessel’s side, he muttered incessantly to himself, “The scenery remains constant, how can we discern our whereabouts… With so many volcanoes, could this be a stronghold of the Lava Trolls?”
“And if this is the stronghold of the Lava Trolls, where have all the trolls gone?” inquired Popoca.
Popoca’s question struck a chord. All along their route, they had not encountered any sign of life. According to Angel’s previous explanation, this continent was on the verge of capsizing. Perhaps that was why it had become a forbidden zone for all life.
Greaves snorted, eyes trained on the distance where an even larger volcano towered over everything else they’d seen before. He pointed at the mouth of the volcano and conjectured, “Perhaps, that’s where the trolls are.”
No sooner had Greaves’ words echoed out than a terrifying roar reverberated from within the curtain of rain, emanating from the very volcano he had indicated.
“Jinx!” Popoca shot Greaves a glare.
“Enough talk, prepare to divert course!” Realizing the anomaly, Angel instantly took control of the Gondola.
However, at that moment, a colossal white worm suddenly leapt out from the vicinity of the volcanic mouth, heading straight towards their vessel.
The worm’s gaping maw revealed rows upon rows of needle-sharp teeth, a sight enough to send chills down the spine of anyone suffering from trypophobia.
“This is the mature form of a Manticore Worm! It possesses formidable defense, even a mid-level demon would struggle to breach it!” Greaves identified the creature almost instantly.
However, as soon as Greaves’ words fell.
The ground began to shake. The once calm volcano erupted, spewing a torrent of magma that struck the Manticore Worm head-on.
The Manticore Worm was pierced through by the force of the erupting magma, rolling onto the ground, dead beyond any doubt.
Popoca turned to Greaves, “Is this the formidable defense you were talking about?”
Greaves, “…”
Chapter 1213 In Search of a Clue <TOC> Chapter 1215 Turning Danger into Safety