Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 77 - 66: Marriage Death Twins, Deputy’s Blessing (Double-Length - )
"Not just one, but all of them. This list is basically an inventory list."
"Ma Bin used misdirection to deceive everyone, including me, the real culprit."
Feng Mu realized he was also deceived but wasn’t angry. Now that Ma Bin had become his subordinate, the more deceitful he was, the better it was.
Looking at these faces innocently drawn in, forcibly tied to the chains of [Destiny], Feng Mu felt a twinge of pity in his heart, but it was swiftly extinguished.
Returning them was simply out of the question.
This world is cruel. You never know if tomorrow or an accident will come first. Weakness is the original sin; to be weak is to be a toy of destiny.
"You entrust your fate to my hands, and I grant you power, letting you experience an unprecedented life. It’s an equivalent exchange; you won’t lose out."
Feng Mu mumbled to himself, preemptively conducting a psychological intervention for the guilt he would feel on the day of his Marriage Death Twins ritual.
Thinking this, he looked down and murmured softly: "Under the gaze of [Destiny], I bestow upon you the role of my Deputy, granting you..."
The prompt box in his mind displayed several abilities that could be granted: [Crane Claw Skill], [Basic Boxing], [Basic Leg Technique], [Tongue Root Death Curse], [Molded Embryo].
[Iron Eater], [Frenzy Blood], [Feast] were not options available for granting.
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Getting out of the van, Luo Ji returned to his empty home, went to the bathroom, and numbly wiped the bruises on his face with a towel while murmuring to himself in the mirror.
"Kidnapped for no reason, thought I was going to die, but I didn’t, I’m alive, but..."
"The Chief Constable at the Patrol Office said they shot dead the leader of the kidnappers. It’s ridiculous; they know nothing. The truth is, we were kidnapped by..."
Luo Ji rolled his tongue, and as he was about to utter that unspeakable name, a sudden heat welled up beneath his tongue, with a strange black symbol faintly appearing.
Not only that name, but everything related to it cannot be spoken; even the slightest hint can’t be disclosed to anyone, including the information of other beneficiaries.
Not that I can’t say it, but I can’t with malice.
It’s as if this curse mark is alive, embedded in the soul, listening to the intention behind every word I speak.
Mysterious and elusive, it’s an unspoken agreement that must be adhered to by all forty-four beneficiaries.
Luo Ji quickly closed his mouth, sighed deeply, lay back on the bed, and stared at the slightly darkened ceiling in a trance.
Suddenly, there came a strong sense of summoning in his consciousness, completely irresistible. He blinked, and his consciousness was forcibly dragged into the void.
The familiar, boundless darkness—time and space turned into nothingness, a deadly oppression causing the soul to instinctively seek support—the grandeur of the Iron Throne.
It is the only direction, the only existence, the only truth in this space.
Luo Ji smoothly knelt in front of the Iron Throne, alongside the other forty-three figures kneeling with him.
"Hear the call of my Lord."
Forty-four voices, yet like one.
Then, Luo Ji heard the voice from the majestic figure on the Iron Throne.
"Under the watch of [Destiny], I grant you the role of my Deputy, empowering you with [Molded Embryo]."
The voice was vast, grand, and cold; it resonated, causing the soul to hum.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but compared to the first time, when the voice was cold and mechanical with no ripple or warmth, this time it seemed slightly different, with a trace of vitality?
When Luo Ji opened his eyes again, he was back on the bed. He instinctively glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside, and the second hand seemed to have only moved once.
"In the consciousness space, it feels long, but in reality, it’s just a moment."
As Luo Ji marveled, the reverence deepened. Without the Iron Throne in that darkness, it would surely be an eternal prison.
Luo Ji shivered, feeling a sinister cold emanating from his bones, seeping through his skin, chilling his entire body by several degrees.
An eerie understanding surfaced in his mind, and a vertical mark appeared on his forehead, like a third eye connected to the void, flashing briefly before disappearing. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
"[Molded Embryo]?!" Luo Ji was shaken to the core.
Lowering his gaze, Luo Ji watched his skin, feeling as if ants were crawling beneath his flesh, his bones itching, as if wanting to burst forth.
Luo Ji abruptly stood up, turned on the light, then, following the understanding in his mind, seamlessly willed his bones to move as if breathing.
Shua—
His index finger suddenly split open with a bloody gash, a segment of sharp bone thrust out, transforming into a sharp hook at his command.
Luo Ji took a deep breath, used the hook finger to slash down the wall, carving a crooked gash as easily as cutting tofu.
Stunned, Luo Ji flexed all five fingers, their hooks springing out, and viciously clawed at the wall.
With a teeth-clenching sound, the bricks crumbled, and he squeezed tightly, reducing them to rubble, trickling through his fingers as dust.
"This is my Lord’s blessing, a power that truly manifests in oneself!!!"
Luo Ji’s eyes reddened with moisture, clenching his fist so tightly that the bones dug into his palm, drawing blood, yet he felt no pain, suppressing the surge of emotions with a low sob in his throat.
"Next time, entering the Hidden Sect for exploration, I will survive!"
"My life, as humble as dust, may change henceforth; thank Destiny, thank my Lord!"
