NOVPUBA bizarre monster, covered entirely in dark purple sludge, emerged from within, emitting a strong, hallucinogenic fragrance. 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝔲𝔟.𝔠𝖔𝖒
Its shape resembled an extremely hunched old man. Slender forelimbs supported the ground. Below the torso was a mass of writhing purple short tentacles. And its head had no eyes, only a faintly glowing green, tumor-like dark green brain.
Almost the moment it appeared, Ciel’s vision uncontrollably produced hallucinations. In her eyes, all surrounding furniture collapsed and twisted, combining into things completely unrecognizable.
Only transcendent items like the “Strong Luck Coin,” “Evil Eye,” and “Fate Renegade’s Touch” could maintain their original appearance in this distorted world.
The summoned spirit creature just stood on the tabletop, letting the purple sludge on its body fall onto the table.
Its face had no mouth or eyes, but the pheromones carried by the emitted scent seemed to make Ciel understand the meaning it expressed.
Ready?
Ciel could sense that was the meaning the other party wanted to convey.
Ready for what? Ready for what?
Win or lose, it all depended on this time. If even gambling could be fully prepared, then it wouldn’t be called gambling.
I’m ready.
Ciel transmitted this message towards the spirit creature.
After Ciel’s command was transmitted to the spirit creature, the sludge fallen onto the tabletop began to burn.
Large amounts of pale purple smoke drifted out from the sludge, swirling in the living room, forming a smoke-like giant raven.
An extreme drowsiness also assaulted Ciel’s brain at this moment.
What’s going on...
This feeling, as if being hypnotized, reminded Ciel of being brainwashed by Kitty as a “Gambler.”
Ciel only had time to tightly grasp all the transcendent items on the table, holding them close to her chest, then fell back onto the sofa, her body slowly lying down, gradually losing consciousness.
When Ciel regained consciousness and opened her eyes again, she saw a space filled with swirling purple clouds and mist.
In this space, countless circular halos composed of orange, blue, and white colors were distributed before Ciel’s eyes.
Ciel looked down at her own hands. At this moment, she couldn’t use any transcendent abilities. This feeling... felt somewhat familiar.
She seemed to have felt the same feeling in the space where the system saved files.
Is this my conscious body moving?
Then this space is...
Ciel tentatively called out to the system. The familiar interface appeared before her, slightly reassuring her.
Good, the system still works. The problem isn’t big.
Did I win the gamble?
Is what’s before me the “reward” after winning the gamble?
Ciel walked forward slowly, reached out, and directly touched the first light sphere.
The light sphere exploded before Ciel. Everything before her eyes changed.
The purple mist before her eyes had become a boundless night sky. Without the shroud of factory smog, even the stars appeared so brilliant.
She was flying in a night sky.
Ciel tentatively tried to move her “arms” but found she couldn’t control anything.
And her perspective couldn’t move freely either, just like... watching some first-person animation.
Soon, Ciel saw her perspective begin diving towards a black castle below, landing steadily on the window of the huge castle.
Ciel’s perspective lowered. She saw the black and blue feathers on her body.
The blue on the feathers rapidly faded, soon turning pure black.
This is...
Raven’s perspective?
Is this the memory of that spirit?
As if to verify Ciel’s thoughts, inside the magnificent castle, where some banquet was being held, a handsome man with slightly curly blond hair walked towards the raven.
He looked at the raven before him, frowned slightly, suddenly clenched both fists tightly. Three black steel spikes emerged from his finger bones. He directly swung his fist, striking towards Ciel’s direction.
“Oppold, what happened?”
“Nothing, just an annoying crow.”
“The Queen is coming soon. Hurry over. This promotion determines your fate...”
Ciel’s perspective quickly ascended after dodging the sudden punch, circled a few times in the air, then disappeared.
Ciel’s vision gradually faded, returning again to the scene shrouded in purple mist.
This is that spirit’s memory... Is this the situation when it first locked onto Oppold?
Ciel pushed aside this light spot and walked towards the next light spot.
This time, Ciel’s vision was a slightly gloomy daytime. The sky was shrouded in choking thick smoke. Ciel, flying in the air, seemed to even feel the irritating smell of smoke.
This place is even more polluted than the constantly expanding Berren City...
Just as this thought flashed through her mind, her perspective began diving, finally stopping on the windowsill of the second floor of a company high-rise building, stopping on the stone brick windowsill, looking through the glass at Lucy, who was packing up Tarot cards.
This is the memory of locking onto Lucy...
Ciel’s vision returned again to the space shrouded in purple smoke.
Unsure if it was her illusion, after touching two light spheres, she felt the originally dense light spheres before her had disappeared quite a bit.
No, not an illusion.
Each time I watch a segment, the total number of light spheres decreases particularly quickly...
I must find more useful memories.
Are these reminiscences sorted by time?
Ciel looked around. The end of the light spheres seemed traceless.
She began trying to distinguish the appearance of the light spheres, analyzing the quality of the memory inside from the differences in their appearance. Soon, she made a new discovery.
Those light spheres locking onto Oppold and Lucy had a relatively larger proportion of white light.
As for the others, there were also light spheres with large proportions of blue or orange. Ciel temporarily didn’t understand what these proportions represented.
See if I can find the one with the largest proportion... Enter each one once, and I’ll know the difference...
Ciel walked along those light spheres, continuously heading towards the distance.
She faintly felt in her heart that there must be one light sphere whose reminiscence or memory could answer the question of the inexplicable sense of closeness she felt towards that quill pen sealed artifact in her mind.
