Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

"If you don't perform any rituals, won't you lose control because of the imprint of extraordinary characteristics?"

Esther snorted, not bothering to look at the crow standing firmly on her shoulder, but still answered the question perfunctorily: "A small question, will you be beaten by the guard for returning to your own home?"

"How willful."

"You are the least qualified to say that to me."

Crow's eyes turned around and landed on the extraordinary characteristics in Esther's hand: "But you lied on this issue. What are you hiding?"

Esther was silent for two seconds, then put on a smile that alerted the crows around her: "What about you, have you felt the mental impact of the extraordinary characteristics?"

"I was born a mythical creature."

"Look, you won't be very 'sincere' in this answer. Everyone is a 'thief,' so don't care too much about the superficial lies."

The crow's tail feathers trembled twice. From its cunning black eyes, Esther understood that it was quickly speculating on possible situations. She had no intention of playing such a guessing game. Instead, she restrained her previous turbulent emotions and allowed herself to enter meditation. state and make final mental preparations.

Is it good or bad for me to be promoted to the top of the "Stealers"?

Esther pondered this question silently in her mind. In order to prevent the marks under her eyes from being too obvious, she closed her eyes tightly and completely sank her consciousness inside.

A long, sparkling silver river flowed back and forth from the darkness, gradually approaching the range that she could observe.

Esther carefully discerned the future direction, but her mind was a little distracted. As Zoya, she was always careful to avoid the possibility of changing her destiny, fully complying with the inevitable direction, and walking on the edge to carefully maintain A future in which "the Lord of Mysteries will appear".

But for Esther, such caution would only make her feel troublesome.

But she soon got the revelation she was looking for. A silver water droplet splashed out from the long river, turning into spreading ripples and quickly condensed into her consciousness.

However, before she could see more clearly, the touch from the outside senses pulled Esther out of that wonderful state.

Esther's fingers moved slightly, and she pushed away the black head that was trying to tug at the wooden box in her hand. The overly lively crow jumped to the side, raised its head with innocent eyes, opened it again, and was slowly closing its mark. Radiant pale eyes.

Esther knew very well that this clone intentionally interrupted her process of peering into the river of destiny. Such clumsy interference had no effect, and was more just to annoy her. But Esther was not annoyed, but looked at the crow thoughtfully.

After being stared at by her for too long, the crow couldn't help fluffing its feathers and jumped to the side twice more: "What are you looking at?"

"I am going to the place abandoned by God. This is the result you are happy to see, because He is there."

"Yes, but what does this have to do with me?" The spiritual intuition made the crow feel itchy all over. When Esther came closer, it spread its wings alertly.

"I know your avatar moves around various places, and there are always some backdoors or fast lanes. Can you lend me a ride?"

"No!" The crow subconsciously retorted, but it shook its head quickly and then changed its words, "I'm just responsible for monitoring you here. If you want to apply to use our access, that's not allowed. I always have to ask. Ontology’s opinion…”

Esther withdrew her gaze from the crow: "Then you are going to hold a group meeting again and make me wait here for several months? I don't want to stay in this church."

Crow lowered his head and preened his feathers: "I thought you and Adam got along pretty well."

The corner of Esther's mouth twitched: "It's okay."

She looked around. There were no candles lit in the church where there was no one else. The twilight approaching evening shone in from outside the stained glass windows, casting a warm yellowish color between the pillars supporting the dome.

It was too quiet and deserted here, with no breath of living things. It was as cold as the fantasy personality that entered a dream and guided her without any real emotions.

Of course, the crow beside him can't be counted. This guy is a bit too noisy.

Because of her guilty conscience, Esther quickly continued: "It's just that I don't like him... what he is doing now."

This was of course a half-truth and half-false excuse. Crow heard it, but did not continue to dig deeper. After all, there were some ideological differences between Amon and the brother. "Would you like to go out for a while?" Esther pointed in the direction of the church door and asked.

Crow didn't look very happy: "Is this necessary?"

"I'm worried that if you continue to stay here, it will cause unnecessary aggregation effects. I don't know what the effects will be."

Esther nodded the crow's head and gave it a few seconds to make up its mind.

"Thank you very much for your kindness."

The crow chuckled and flew straight to the direction she pointed. The door opened and closed automatically, leaving Esther sitting alone on the bench.

Esther sighed softly. She no longer hesitated. Since "fate" told her that there was no problem with this choice, she would just believe it.

Her luck is not too bad...

"Should I still pray to myself for good luck?"

Esther muttered this when she opened the lid of the box, but what she was thinking about was that she should pray to Benjamin for good luck.

The bitter smile on her face faded, and she calmly picked up the piece of "Deception Tutor" with extraordinary properties, staring at the insect-shaped shadow wandering inside.

I always thought it would taste bitter.

Esther put such thoughts aside. After all, she did not intend to "eat" this thing directly, but to fuse it with the previously retained characteristics and combine them through the attraction between "aggregations" , become the part of the power you can use.

Because of the "wrong" unique projection and the close connection with the gray fog, she was able to do this.

If she directly chooses the "destiny" path, she won't be able to use such unconventional means, but she also won't have to face the risk of being assimilated by extraordinary characteristics.

Esther held the crystal tightly with her left hand, and tiny points of light began to rise from her hair, and began to dance and rotate with her as the center, until the last point of light fell, leaving only a head full of soft silver hair. .

The last time she shattered the characteristics and absorbed them from extraordinary items was not something she did in her waking state. This time, Esther felt that she needed extra firm courage.

"It'll be okay."

Esther whispered, telling herself this, and then raised her right hand.

Her response was quickly responded to, and all the light spots gathered towards her fingertips, continuously superimposing and condensing. All the soft light spots were condensed into one place, forming a cone of light with sharp corners on the index finger of Esther's right hand.

The state of the light cone was not stable, and haloes of light swayed around it, as if it were constantly making ripples in the air, and her arms seemed to be bound by invisible forces, and she felt a strong dragging feeling.

Esther's brows gradually frowned. As she cautiously retracted the finger and turned the direction of her arm, a distant buzzing sounded in the originally quiet church.

A shadow of a broad Milky Way emerged at her feet, but it seemed quite far away, just wandering outside the blurry illusory world.

Esther moved her fingers that were condensed with light and touched her forehead. When the light cone pierced her forehead, the pain from her body's defensive instinct still made her shiver.

Bright red blood beads continued to seep out from the wound, but before dripping, they were absorbed by the cluster of condensed light cones, allowing it to maintain its current form as much as possible.

Even after doing this in her mind, the pain from her forehead still made Esther feel unbearable, but she couldn't even stop the process.

Just end it as soon as possible...

As her fingers continued to move, Esther slowly carved a symbol on her forehead. (End of chapter)