This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1250 Divine Game Divine Instruction 64

Deceitful Bloom

"Deception or control? I only care that what catches my eye belongs to me. Your pain will be nothing more than decoration for this feast."

This ability uses a secret method to create mana roots that burrow into the gaps of a target skill’s magic pattern, tricking it into believing you are its true master, thereby seizing control of the skill.

It was created by an exceptionally gifted being. It has no clear upper or lower limit. Aside from skill proficiency and knowledge, the user’s desire for control greatly influences its effectiveness.

A powerful skill. Yet this was the first time Mistblade had encountered one where personality directly affected performance.

Before this, she had never really considered whether she had a controlling nature. But once she started thinking about it, the question felt meaningless.

Among her classmates, no, across the entire Disorderly Starsea, which race leaders did not have a strong desire for control?

But as their studies progressed, the gap had begun to show, and it only grew wider.

JE, Crab, NightFury, Cinders, and herself. Every one of them was undeniably talented.

Yet later on, she and Cinders pulled far ahead of the rest. Crab was gently persuaded to quit by Deceitful Bloom every few days. It was learning decently, but Deceitful Bloom insisted it had no future with this skill and was wasting time, suggesting it switch tracks.

Every time that happened, Sea Pony would stand by Deceitful Bloom’s side, clutching her skirt and silently acting out a dramatic breakdown. My child cannot drop out!

As for Mistblade, not only herself, even Deceitful Bloom had been surprised by how well she learned it.

Was she highly controlling? Maybe. She did not care about the answer. All she knew was that she had mastered Deceitful Bloom extremely well.

Red strands of light, like the roots of a flower, pierced into the three clock hands. The hands gradually turned crimson.

Lightchaser, who had once had her skill stolen by Cinders, immediately understood what Mistblade, who studied in the same class, was doing.

It was too late to cancel the skill. And after Mistblade’s earlier line about which was stronger, Deceitful Bloom or Lynx Duke, even if she could cancel it, she would not.

The crown at her brow lit up. Soul fire burned.

Lightchaser activated the third ability of her divine talent word.

Postman

While delivering a letter, a postman can revise its contents repeatedly. Perhaps that is the only advantage of the job. After all, as I cross mountains and rivers, I keep turning every word over in my mind.

This ability allowed her to temporarily modify the wording and data of a skill. The cost in soul fire depended on how much she changed.

She altered several key parts of Brilliant Imagination.

Not only did she change the frequency of triggering imagination, she also modified the line "you may choose any one imagination to take effect." She replaced "may" with "must," and added a new clause. If no choice is made, all imaginations will take effect.

"As long as your opponent subconsciously looks at it or listens to it, you will receive all the imaginations it generates. You must choose one to take effect. Otherwise, all imaginations will take effect. A new imagination can be triggered once every one minute..."

When she studied Brilliant Imagination under Lynx Duke, she had not yet unlocked Postman. But during that time, she had deliberately trained her imagination, preparing for skills like this.

Almost the moment she finished modifying it, the clock construct had fully turned red and flown to Mistblade’s side.

After reading the complete information of the skill she had just seized with Deceitful Bloom, Mistblade’s face darkened to the extreme. Her three-year-old face looked like it had aged ten years in an instant.

Because the moment the construct left Lightchaser, Lightchaser had already looked directly at it.

Even though the clock had not started moving yet, either sound or visual alone was enough to trigger the effect. That was why her apprentice had once wrapped lightning like ribbons around her senses, cutting off sight with flashes and blocking hearing with thunder.

Mistblade had now received Lightchaser’s imaginations.

"Snowland Mistblade’s Warden will end within one minute."

"When Lightchaser’s Warden attacks Mistblade’s Warden, the damage will be borne by Mistblade’s main body."

"Lightchaser’s Warden will win."

"Lightchaser will temporarily gain the skill Mistblade is using to seize abilities."

"Mistblade, intimidated by Lightchaser’s strength, will immediately surrender."

What kind of tyrannical conditions were these? And she had to pick one.

She thought she had stolen a treasure, only to end up with a mess.

Mistblade wanted to immediately release control, but the imagination had already begun. If she gave up now, it would likely trigger the worst outcome, all imaginations taking effect.

And she had to decide within one minute. Otherwise, a new round of imaginations would begin.

Her thoughts raced. She chose "Lightchaser will temporarily gain the skill Mistblade is using to seize abilities," then immediately canceled Deceitful Bloom.

Lightchaser would not be able to use it. Mistblade was absolutely certain of that.

Because this skill was not something you could simply obtain and use. It was more like a combat technique built on extensive knowledge, not a standalone ability. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Sure enough, Lightchaser, bound in white chains, cast a disappointed look at her.

Another draw.

Since the match began, they had clashed multiple times, yet none had produced a decisive result.

Some of their exchanges had even left the audience completely confused.

Their health values had also remained close.

Mistblade said, "This is the fair fight I have been waiting for."

Not the tiny elf she faced in Player Relic. Not the time when her skills were sealed and she had to fight both Lightchaser and BS Rita at once.

This moment, right now, was what she considered fair.

Even though their main bodies were restrained, their Wardens were engaged in an equal battle.

Lightchaser nodded without hesitation.

"Yes."

Mistblade did not mention that Lightchaser’s speed had increased significantly due to Brilliant Imagination. Nor did she bring up how her smaller body limited many of her blade techniques. Even if her combat power had not been sealed, her short limbs still restricted her.

Lightchaser also said nothing about Mistblade having hundreds more years of combat experience, nor about how using Mistblade’s Warden cost her double the soul fire. The sixty soul fire spent on Warden, plus eight for shrinking Mistblade, plus ten for Postman, left her with too little remaining to use any more divine abilities.

None of those were reasons for defeat.

None of them could be used as excuses of unfairness.

Age did not matter. Circumstances did not matter.

They stood on the same battlefield, with equal attributes and equal limitations.

This was a fair fight.