I Have a Dice Left by a God-Chapter 362 - 229: If You Want to Sleep, Sleep on a Simmons

Batty’s body was surrounded by an invisible air current, and a golden glow gradually appeared in his eyes. His body faintly emitted a golden hue, and the Mother Blade inside him gave off a faint rumble. The nearby Rotos naturally clasped their hands together.

Buzz...

Li Xin initially intended to control the pace and planned to stick around for a bit before leaving. Suddenly, he felt a surge of power. Speechless, he realized that Batty had awakened. This time, he witnessed the release of the power from someone else’s Divine Relic. That would have been fine, but why was the extractor drawing from him?

Due to the advancement of the Mother Blade, the extracting power also doubled. Li Xin’s soul disappeared from the Mist Continent.

In the hotel room, Li Xin lay on the ground, retching heavily, his body covered in cold sweat, sometimes cold, sometimes hot. Ever since he controlled the side effects of the Divine Relic, he hadn’t experienced this situation for a long time. After lying on the ground for a while, Li Xin slowly got up, sat on the chair, and gasped heavily. His Spiritual Ability was also severely exhausted. Actually, the volume wasn’t unbearable. Under normal circumstances, with the use of spiritual ability, the body replenishes continuously, but on the Mist Continent, the body’s replenishment couldn’t keep up.

The effect was still good. The wooden fish should be usable now, allowing them to be self-sufficient. Like Batty, he could actually already use any wooden fish to produce effects, but he still couldn’t create wooden fish that could be used by others. Why this was the case wasn’t too clear; they could only take things step by step.

He wondered what Batty’s Two Lives would bring. How come he himself had no insight?

It seemed like the entire Round Table Conference had only one Life?

Mar-lah...

On the northwest corner of Ivory Bay, the moonlight was beautiful. The old watchtower here had been abandoned, and most development had been focused on the south, leaving this place with a kind of primordial charm.

Simmons felt like he was going crazy. He had come here late at night, after all, accepting someone else’s invitation.

Along the way, he had thought countless times: This is an invitation, not a date!

Simmons muttered to himself. When he received Dragon Mother’s letter, his first reaction was that she was crazy. How dare she? Even if the family had fallen, he was still the son of a Count, with a bright future. He couldn’t say he would surpass the Count, but at least being a Count was no problem. Her age was unclear, and she seemed much older than him, just a hotel proprietress, and her looks and figure were difficult to describe.

Listening to the sound of the waves and gazing at the sea, with the trees swaying in the wind, Simmons arrived early.

He seemed a bit enchanted. Ever since having a meal together, he had broken through a bottleneck; that was good. But at night, he would always think of Dragon Mother. During the day, he trained hard to exhaust himself, yet at night, he still dreamed, as if bewitched. He suspected he might have been cursed and had Celestia take a look. Celestia said he was neurotic, suffering from stress syndrome, with a look of disdain, noting that the competition hadn’t even started yet, and he was such a nervous wreck. Where was the image of Young Master Xiong Ying? More like an owl.

Honestly, Simmons wasn’t nervous. He was very calm about the Battle of Glory, doing his best and accepting his fate. There’s nothing to worry about. His strange condition was definitely not stress, so he came today to find out what that meal was all about, what the gourmet called Ma Liu, and what Dragon Mother was up to. Was it against him? For Brother Li’s sake, if they were honest, he could let it go.

"Sorry for being late, Young Master Simmons." Dragon Mother’s voice rang out, but unlike before, she didn’t rush. Her steps were very steady, seemingly slow, yet in the blink of an eye, she was in front of Simmons.

A fragrance wafted over, neither essential oil nor perfume, indescribable, a strong and comfortable scent that made one feel soft and relaxed. Simmons suddenly felt very happy.

But Young Master Xiong Ying was still the Young Master Xiong Ying and immediately collected his thoughts. "Dragon Mother, I have some questions for you."

Dragon Mother suddenly pressed close to Simmons, who could only retreat. "Let’s talk first."

Before he finished speaking, Dragon Mother had already forced him against the wall, putting one hand directly on it, her eyes staring aggressively at Simmons. Simmons gritted his teeth, "Dragon Mother, I have no resentment with you. Why are you treating me like this?"

Dragon Mother’s impulsive eyes bore into Simmons, and she placed a carrot-thick finger on his mouth, "Shh."

Simmons was dumbfounded. What was going on? Yet he found himself strangely accepting of it. Dragon Mother’s chubby figure seemed kind of cute to him, and he felt an unconscious urge to get closer. Crazy, he must be crazy. Simmons had just wanted to break free, but suddenly he found himself being hugged by Dragon Mother and carried into the abandoned watchtower.

The interior of the tower, which should have been dilapidated, was surprisingly clean, with a simple bed set up, thud...

The surf surged, and the sound of the tide grew stronger and stronger. The seaside weather changed in an instant. Soon, the sky was pouring with rain, lightning and thunder, like silver snakes dancing in the clouds, making the interior of the tower feel especially cozy and warm.

It didn’t take long for reality to set in. Simmons’ handsome face turned to one side, like a wing-clipped eagle gazing through the viewing port at the stormy sky, his eyes brimming with tears of mixed emotions.

A slightly less plump Dragon Mother gently wiped away Young Master Xiong Ying’s happy tears, pinning Simmons’ hands, which were clutching the bedsheet, down, "Let’s continue."

With a thunderous boom, the rain began anew, the waves surging, crashing wave after wave onto the shore.

...

As the Twelve Zodiac Star Disc emerged, Li Xin smiled at the arrival of Mr. Cancer, but Christian frowned at the sight of Gemini. Of course, he had hoped for Miss Aries or Mr. Libra, who would also do, but it turned out to be the hindering Gemini.

"Good evening, Mr. Cancer."

"Good evening, Mr. Gemini." Christian straightened his posture. "So, what’s the matter?"

"I do have something to ask," Li Xin said with a bitter smile. "I am a bit lost about my path, which might also be restraining the awakening of my Life Star."

"You still haven’t determined your path?" Christian frowned.

"I think I should be a Law Enforcer, but there’s been no progress," Li Xin said. Batty’s awakening had indeed impacted him somewhat.

"If you are to be a Law Enforcer, you need to be clear about your faith. Law enforcement is essentially about whose law you are enforcing. The essence of law determines the rules of the hidden world, otherwise, progress will be difficult," Christian said.

"I can’t determine my faith. Can faith be chosen?" Li Xin helplessly spread his hands. This was a bit difficult for him as an Otherworldly Person; it’s not like he could lie to himself.

Though the question seemed laughable, it actually wasn’t. Christian didn’t tease him, but after a moment of silence, he said, "It seems like you can choose, but in reality, you can’t."

Ordinary people can choose, but when it involves hidden power, it’s another matter altogether.

"What is law?" Li Xin asked, "Is it the rule of the hidden world?"

"Law is the operational rule of hidden power at a certain stage. Mere spiritual ability alone, no matter how strong, achieves only limited success," Christian said proudly. "Understanding law, mastering law, setting law, that is divine... Why am I telling you this?"

"I’ve gained some insight," Li Xin tasted the meaning, having become accustomed to Mr. Cancer’s usual sarcasm. "Is it true that Mr. Libra’s incomplete Divine Relic is really serious?"

"You really have a lot of time to worry about others!" Christian casually replied.

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