This bloody sacrifice made Grandin frown.

"Human-lived? Sacrificing a man like an animal to a certain being? Why am I hearing this? ”

The education he received in his previous life made him extremely disgusted with human sacrifice. Even without the influence of past lives, in this world, this living sacrifice is evil, as it is generally used to please evil gods.

"Heh, I'm glad that I don't have the ability to come and beat people along the 'network cable' for the time being."

He could almost imagine the bloodshed and madness of the sacrifice scene, as well as the despair and pain of the innocent.

From time to time, silver snakes flashed in the sky outside the window, and a rainstorm was coming.

"Perhaps...... What should I do. ”

This approach had touched the bottom line in Grandin's heart, and with the rapid operation of his brain, he reluctantly thought of a solution.

That is to ascend to the Black Lake, to preemptively cut off the ritual before the believer who exists to respond to Him, to exert his influence by establishing a connection, and to interrupt the sacrifice with enough bad luck.

"But the fact that I'm just at Sequence 6 level now and confronting an unknown being can't be described as dead, even if I'm special enough...... I'm going to add some insurance......"

The first thing that came to his mind was the Goddess of the Night, and if he could get her protection, the risk of this matter would be reduced to a level that he could fully accept.

"But when I get to the Black Lake, will the goddess still be able to keep enough contact with me?"

Grandin couldn't help but ponder.

The Goddess of the Night has never interfered with any of his actions, nor has she shown any means to influence the 'special' in him. It's not that the goddess is not powerful enough, but that the professions of the two sides are a little mismatched.

"If you can find a way to find out where those people are, you can ask the goddess for help...... Who else can help me now? ”

It was only a matter of thought that he remembered another candidate.

Grandin walked briskly to his desk and pulled out a piece of parchment of special material from the trunk under the desk. The Sequence 6 recipe recorded above is gone, and the entire parchment is as clean as new.

He sat at his desk, and with a sense of mission, he solemnly wrote with a pen dipped in ink:

"Why do you need to sleep for a long time before you die? After death, he will sleep for a long time. ”

After writing like this, he began to stare at the parchment and wait for a response.

Grandin didn't know how the Serpent of Fate would respond to him, and if he could only communicate through dreams, it would take too long.

And it's unknown whether he's willing to help.

But the act of contacting Will Onsetin already served part of its purpose. If the future is too dangerous, then the Serpent of Destiny, reminded by his own inspiration, will not respond to itself this time.

Grandin still refers to 'he' as 'Serpent of Destiny' in his heart, hoping that this little flattery will add some points to himself.

To boost the signal, he put the thousand paper cranes in his breast pocket.

Fortunately, Will Onsetin didn't make him wait too long this time. Soon slightly immature and irritated brushstrokes began to emerge on the parchment:

"Do you think you have a good sense of humor?"

"Look what time it is! Good kids have long gone to bed! ”

"Heh, you don't think life is exciting enough? You wait, I'll add some color to your night right away. ”

The moment the handwriting appeared, Grandin's consciousness had already split in two, the smaller part remained in reality to appease the angry 'Serpent of Fate', and the larger part landed in the burning spirit of the Black Lake.

Grandin's left hand writes automatically and mechanically:

"I beg your pardon for taking the liberty of interrupting me, last time you said you could ask you any questions, and I'm now bothered by a problem."

"I have been promoted to the rank of 'Priest of Calamity' in Sequence 6 tonight. But after the successful promotion, there was still a lot of spirituality that could not be contained, and at the same time I heard whispers that did not belong to this path. Is this normal, and what can be done to undo or weaken this effect? ”

Waiting for a response in reality, Grandin on the Black Lagoon was already sitting under a tree, deliberately deepening the connection between himself and the sacrificer.

As a result, more sacrificial mantras were introduced into the Black Lake space:

"Cursed...... Crazy ......"

“...... Symbolic ......"

“...... Pamper...... Desire. ”

As the incantation became clearer, the surface of the lake rippled, and a picture of the sacrifice scene appeared:

One by one, the cultists prostrated and prayed, tying up the living sacrifices that had been thrown aside. There was no sound in the frame, but he still seemed to hear the desperate cries for help from the sacrifices.

He could only see the picture now, and he was still a long way from being able to exert his influence.

In reality, Will Ansetin's answer was finally belated:

"Are you sure you've been promoted? Our spirituality is very high, but we don't hear whispers all the time. If it weren't for the clarity of your logic by now, I almost thought I was talking to someone who was out of control. ”

"If you have a tendency to get out of control, please destroy the Thousand Paper Cranes and this piece of parchment as soon as possible. Just throw it into the fire, and you can do it very easily. ”

After a few more moments, a text reappeared:

"Well, I'm just a timid boy, and seeing those tragic things affects my mood."

Grandin, who thought that there was some life-saving means hidden in the parchment and the thousand paper cranes, unconsciously lowered the corners of his mouth in disappointment. He sent most of his consciousness down from the Black Lake, and quickly wrote on parchment:

"Can you make me lucky enough for the rest of the period to get through this difficult time?"

After he finished writing, the other party's reply also came quickly:

"Well, you've learned that good luck is the most effective way to fight calamity. No problem, this kind of thing is easy for me, you put the thousand paper cranes in a close enough position. ”

Does it fit snugly on the chest? Grandin glanced at the paper crane in his shirt pocket and didn't move.

He began to wait for the luck attached to him by the Serpent of Fate.

In the dark, an invisible passage was connecting the two of them. In high positions, the good fortune belonging to Will Ensettin began to pour into Grandin, who was in the depression, through the pipes.

While experiencing this miraculous phenomenon firsthand, Grandin quickly mastered two abilities, one called 'Good Luck Attached' and the other called 'Destiny Connection'.

"Wait! What are you doing? You need a lot of good luck, it's a little out of the ordinary! You're even a kid! ”

Scribbled handwriting appears quickly.

But Grandin couldn't respond. When his own good fortune reached a certain value, he had already thrown all his consciousness into the black lake under the reminder of the spirit.

On the calm surface of the lake, Grandin turned to face the 'Numerology Tree'.

The 'Akaxia Catalogue' had appeared in his outstretched palm, and he brought up the pen of humanity:

"They pray for madness."

"And I am the caretaker of chaos and madness."

"So, they're praying to me, too."

As he finished writing the last sentence, a magnificent golden flame rose from the book, and as it devoured the page, the 'Akaxia Catalogue' declared:

[Numerology determination. 】

The trunk of the 'Numerology Tree' fell rapidly in a twisted stance, and a dead branch reached in front of Grandin.

Grandin calmly stretched out his hand to the dead branch, and grasped it tightly:

"That's fate."