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

Esther snorted, not bothering to look at the crow standing firmly on her shoulder, but answered the question perfunctorily, "A small question, will you be beaten by the doorman for going back to your house?"

"It's capricious."

"You're the least qualified to say that about me."

The raven's eyes spun around and landed on the extraordinary properties in Esther's hand, "But you lied on the subject. What are you hiding?"

Esther was silent for two seconds, then put on a smile that alerted the crows beside her, "What about you, do you feel the spiritual influence of the extraordinary characteristics?"

"I was born a mythical creature."

"You see, you won't be so 'sincere' in this answer, everyone is a 'thief', so don't worry too much about the superficial lies."

The crow's tail feathers twitched twice, and from its sly black eyes, Esther knew that it was quickly speculating on the possible situation, and she didn't bother to play such a guessing game, but restrained her previous turmoil, and let herself enter a meditative state, ready for the last mental preparation.

Is it good or bad for me to move up to the top of the "thief"?

Esther meditated on the question, and in order not to make the imprint too obvious, she closed her eyes and sank her consciousness completely inside.

A long river of sparkling silver, surging back and forth, flowed out of the darkness and approached as far as she could see.

As Zoya, she was always careful to avoid the possibility of changing her fate, completely following the inevitable direction, wandering on the edge and carefully maintaining the future of the "Lord of Mystery will appear".

But for Esther, such caution only made her feel troubled.

However, she soon received the revelation she was seeking, and a silver droplet of water splashed out of the river, turning into a spreading ripple that quickly condensed into her consciousness.

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

Esther's fingers moved slightly, brushing aside the black head that was trying to pull at the wooden box in her hand, and the overly lively crow jumped to the side, looking up innocently, and reopening the pale eyes that were slowly converging the light of the imprint.

Esther knew very well that this doppelganger was deliberately interrupting her peeking into the river of fate, and such a clumsy interference was actually ineffective, more just to annoy her. But Esther was not annoyed, but looked at the crow thoughtfully.

Being stared at by her for too long, the crow couldn't help but shake the feathers on his body, and jumped to the side twice: "What are you looking at?"

"I'm going to God's forsaken land, and that's what you're glad to see, because He's there."

"Yes, but what does that have to do with me?" The crow's spiritual instincts tickled all over its body, and it spread its wings alertly as Esther approached.

"I know your clone moves between places, and there are always some back doors or fast lanes, can you lend me a ride?"

"Nope!" The crow subconsciously retorted, but it shook its head quickly, and then changed its words, "I'm just in charge of spying on you here, if you want to apply to use our pathway, that's not possible, I'll always ask the ontology's opinion......

Esther withdrew her gaze from the raven, "And then you're going to have a collective meeting and let me wait here for a few months?" I don't want to stay in this church."

The crow lowered her head and tended to her feathers, "I thought you were getting along well with Adam."

The corners of Esther's mouth twitched, "It's fine."

She looked around, and there was no candle in the church where there was no one else, and the twilight of the near evening shone through the stained glass windows, casting a warm dusk over the pillars that supported the dome.

It was too quiet and deserted, there was no smell of living creatures, it was as cold as that

A fantasy personality that enters a dream and guides her without any real emotions.

Of course, the crow next to him can't be counted, this guy is a little too noisy.

Because of her weak heart, Esther quickly continued, "It's just that I don't like him...... What he's doing now."

Of course, this was an excuse for half-truths, and the crow heard it, but did not dig any deeper, after all, there was some conceptual disagreement between Amon and the brother.

"Would you like to go out for a while?" Esther asked, pointing in the direction of the church door.

The crow didn't look very happy, "Is this necessary?"

"I'm worried that if you stay here, you'll cause an unnecessary aggregation effect, and I don't know what the effect will be."

Esther nodded at the crow's head, giving it a few seconds to make up her mind.

"Thank you so much for your kindness."

The crow chuckled and flew straight in the direction she was pointing, the crack in the door opening and closing, leaving Esther alone on the bench.

Esther sighed softly, she no longer hesitated, since "fate" told her that such a choice was okay, then let it be.

Her luck wasn't too bad......

"Do I have to pray myself for good luck?"

Esther muttered as she lifted the lid, but what she thought to herself was that she should pray Benjamin for good luck.

The wry smile on her face faded, and she calmly picked up the extraordinary properties of the "Deception Mentor" and stared at the insect-shaped phantom wandering inside.

I always feel that it will be bitter to eat.

Esther put this thought behind her, after all, she did not intend to "eat" the object directly, but to merge it with the properties that had been left before, and through the attraction between the "aggregations", let them combine and become the part of the power that she could use.

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

If she had chosen the "fate" path, she would not have been able to use such unconventional means, but she would also not have to face the risk of being assimilated into extraordinary traits.

Esther gripped the crystal tightly with her left hand, and small dots of light began to rise from between her hair, dancing and spinning around her until the last spot of light also fell, leaving only a head of soft silver hair.

The last time she had been with crushing traits from extraordinary objects and absorbing them wasn't something she did while she'd been awake, this time, Esther felt she needed extra courage.

"It's going to be fine."

Esther whispered to herself, then raised her right hand.

Her response was swiftly echoed, and all the points of light converged on her fingertips, constantly stacking and condensing. All the soft points of light 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 the halo of light around her was swinging one after another, as if it was constantly smashing ripples in the air, and her arms seemed to be bound by an invisible force, and she felt a strong sense of dragging.

Esther's brow furrowed, and as she cautiously withdrew her finger and turned her arm in the direction of her arm, there was a buzz in the otherwise quiet church.

A vast galactic shadow emerged beneath her feet, but it seemed quite far away, just wandering beyond the vague illusory world.

Esther moved her fingers with condensed light and pointed them on her forehead, and the pain from her body's defensive instinct as the light cone pierced her forehead still made her shiver.

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

Even with this kind of construction in her heart, the pain in her forehead still made Esther feel unbearable, but she couldn't even stop the process.

Only end as soon as possible......

As her fingers continued to move, Esther slowly carved a symbol in front of her forehead.