This script is not compulsory and will not make Xia De do something uncontrollably. But the contents written on it will absolutely happen and cannot be changed, just like an invisible hand manipulating fate, which is why Xia De appeared under the grape trellis again.
With his power far weaker than the opponent's, Xia De had no choice; he had never yearned for power so much. He had not been idle in the past, but the Outsider had only just arrived in this world after all.
“In this kind of world, power is indeed essential.”
He took a breath to relax, suppressing the unease in his heart, Xia De stared at the opponent, then slowly took out the pendant with the vampire ring hanging on it. The opponent smiled when he saw it:
“So this was also stolen by you.”
But it was not.
Xia De took out the box containing the dice of fate. The man opened it and was slightly surprised:
“Is this that Secret Keeper Level relic? A rare relic that can interfere with fate? So that's it, you resisted the script with this, interesting, interesting, you are actually a Letter-based Ring術士 from St. Lawrence Comprehensive College?”
He clearly knew a lot about these relics.
Xia De took out the pendant with the Silver Moon Orb hanging on his chest. The man glanced at it and shook his head:
“What are all these messy things? How strange.”
Xia De did not continue to move. The man looked at him, a fierce light appeared in his eyes, and he tapped the stone tabletop with his right hand:
“Also, you still have something unusual on you, the other me told me, he wouldn't lie to me.”
So Xia De took out the bag of dried frog legs, which was the casting material for the Miracle, Frog's Leap.
“Not this, what is this? Also! Are you playing with me?”
The man was startled for a moment, tapping the table with his finger to urge him on.
Xia De took out his diary and showed two rhode cards, but the man didn't even look:
“Are you also a gambler? No, rhode cards are ordinary items, don't you even have this common sense? Quick, take out what you've hidden. I know, you definitely want to turn the tables with that thing.”
Xia De thought for a moment, looking at him with a strange gaze, which made the man in the wine-red formal suit feel a little uncomfortable. Then, Xia De took out the cold antique revolver from his rolled-up formal suit, which was missing a sleeve.
At the moment his fingertip rubbed the patterns on the gun, the Outsider seemed to truly see fate. He had a wonderful premonition in his heart, knowing that under strange luck, the plan to feign death using the Miracle, False Immortality, was no longer needed.
“Oh? What is this?”
The middle-aged man in the wine-red suit also did not recognize what it was, but after a slight touch and repeated inspection, he realized that it was indeed a relic. He picked it up to examine it, and after opening the revolver cylinder, there were no bullets in the six chambers, but with just a slight shake, bullets actually appeared in the cylinder.
The middle-aged man's lips curved into a smile:
“This is very good, it consumes spiritual power to automatically replenish bullets. I have always wanted an offensive relic, and this is perfect. It seems my luck tonight is also good, 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 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, wondering if he should praise the other party's rich imagination. Perhaps the man sitting opposite him should become a Writer like Miss Louisa:
“Sorry, I don't know what this revolver is for either.”
Xia De said honestly. The man smiled, held the gun in his right hand, and with a metallic click, his thick, short finger pressed down the hammer, then slowly raised his hand and aimed the dark muzzle at Xia De's forehead:
“I'll use a Miracle to prevent the gunshot from spreading. Since you don't want to tell me, why don't we try and see what this gun does. Do you want to die? Or tell me the answer.”
The circular stone table was quite large. The handgun was raised above the table and did not cross the midline of the round table.
A gas lamp hung on the grape trellis, and candles brought by the man illuminated the round table. The dim yellow light shone on the faces of the two people by the table. In that moment of silence, not a single breath of wind passed.
Xia De looked at the muzzle, his lips trembling. Even with his plan, he still felt his heart about to leap out of his throat, and sweat running down his cheeks.
At this critical moment, it seemed he was just one step away from death. This was the most dangerous situation he had encountered since coming to this world. But among countless thoughts, he considered the possibility of his survival.
“My idea must be right, my idea must be right! Tonight's good luck shouldn't be over yet!”
He kept repeating in his heart.
“What exactly is the function of this handgun relic?”
The man asked again. Xia De shook his head, and to the man's surprise, reached out and picked up the dice of fate from the open box.
“The good luck produced by the manipulator's script cannot affect the dice of fate. If you want to rely on your current good luck to roll a 20 again, then there's no need to do so, you won't roll a 20. Luck is no match for power. Using the script can indeed lead to being misled by fate's traps, but what other method do you have this time?”
The man said in surprise, yet he saw Xia De still making the motion of throwing the dice. Xia De felt his back, clad in his shirt, was already soaked.
“Are you ready?”
The whisper unexpectedly sounded. She really understood Xia De.
“I'm ready.”
The middle-aged man in the wine-red suit saw his action and laughed:
“Since you're still not giving up, young Ring術士, goodbye.”
The trigger was pulled, and before the dice of fate was thrown, the antique revolver was fired normally.
In the gunshot that failed to pierce the night sky due to the Miracle, a brass-colored bullet spun out of the muzzle, flying through the dim yellow light of the gas lamp and the summer garden breeze, leaving a swirling vortex in the air as it crossed the midline of the round table, flying towards Xia De's glabella.
This was truly the moment before death. Xia De didn't think of the people he knew in this world; instead, he clenched the unthrown dice and closed his eyes:
“This must be...”
A strange black-iron spiritual light was attached to the bullet, causing it to stop moving forward. Instead, it drew a perfect arc in the air and flew backward.
“What?”
Bang ~
The bullet drilled into the gun-wielder's skull, and his head exploded like a watermelon hit by a heavy blow.
Red and white matter sprayed in all directions, and the man's seated corpse fell amidst the lingering echo of the gunshot and the white smoke swirling from the muzzle.
Xia De, splattered with brain matter 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 covered in blood. The light suddenly dimmed. Xia De opened his eyes, watching the gunpowder smoke from the gun fly into the night sky and then dissipate in the evening breeze under the grape trellis.
The night wind blew, and he trembled as he let out a breath:
“...the gun of kindness.”
