My Right Hand Allows Me to Merge Thousands of Races-Chapter 271 - 167: Large-Scale Level III Rift! Trapped in Despair!

When Lu Xun arrived at school, he just happened to hear the sound of the bell signaling the end of classes.

The last period was already over.

At mealtime, the diligent students left the teaching building one after another, walking in groups across the campus, some heading to the cafeteria, while others left the school to find food.

"Brother Lu?!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice reached his ears.

Lu Xun looked in the direction of the voice and saw a skeleton carrying a backpack standing on the steps ahead, looking at him in astonishment.

It was Wuer.

He was just about to leave school to go to the hot springs when he unexpectedly ran into his desk mate at the school gate.

Wuer was accustomed to Lu Xun frequently skipping classes, but what surprised and puzzled him was—after school, why was Brother Lu coming to school?

Not around when there are classes, yet showing up after school, completely contrary to everyone else.

"I'm going to take a walk on the sports field." Lu Xun coughed lightly at Wuer's questioning expression and said casually, "You go ahead with what you're doing, Da Gu, don't mind me."

"Ah, I see!" Hearing this, Wuer wore a suddenly enlightened expression and couldn't help but tease, "Who would've thought that a truant like you would still pay attention to the class schedule?"

"Class schedule?"

"Yes, the first class in the afternoon is a sports class."

Wuer, with a "I've seen through it all" look, said, "Otherwise, what are you going to the sports field for?"

Well, what a coincidence...

The first class in the afternoon happened to be PE for the Senior Grade Three Class Four, and everyone had to head to the field for outdoor activities.

Lu Xun was first taken aback.

Then he frowned.

No, something wasn't right.

This didn't seem to be a coincidence.

At 1:30 PM, during the sports class, his opportunity would appear on the field.

It turned out that destiny had arranged everything in advance.

The opportunity was arranged by the Immortal Spirit God, but the sports class was certainly not!

The class schedule for Senior Grade Three Class Four had never changed.

It was indeed as Little Fairy Lillian had said, the essence of a prayer is actually the Immortal Spirit God using His authority to make a "fine-tuning" on Lu Xun's original trajectory of fate.

Even without meeting Lillian or making a prayer, Lu Xun would eventually catch this PE class and go to the field.

But whether or not there was a hidden opportunity on the field? When would the opportunity manifest? These questions were full of uncertainty, and the answers were not definite.

The essence of a prayer is actually controlling "probability".

Turning chance into inevitability, making an event that has an extremely small probability of occurring without meeting many preconditions become an opportunity that can happen 100%!

It may seem like only a slight adjustment to fate, but fate itself is mysterious and unpredictable, and even the slightest adjustment can trigger a series of chain reactions, like the principle of leverage, using minimal effort to move one's life, thereby defying fate.

Of course, this doesn't mean the Immortal Spirit God is not powerful.

Quite the opposite.

The ability to make a "fine-tuning" to fate belongs to the authority of the divine, a type of high-dimensional power that is beyond human comprehension.

Although Lu Xun could not, for now, possess such power, he could already leverage it.

Using ritual magic to borrow power from gods and demons of other planes was nothing new.

But usually, ritual magic follows the principle of "equivalent exchange."

Borrowing power comes at a price!

Demons are no philanthropists, and some evil gods or devils of hell don't even deal with equivalent exchange; they follow a principle of nine out, thirteen back.

Whatever little they lend to you, you'd have to repay tenfold, a hundredfold as "interest" later.

What's quite rare is that Lu Xun's "prayer" effects were evidently so impressive, yet he didn't need to pay any price, having a chance to make a wish for free every month.

It could only be said that the Immortal Spirit God was overly fond of His descendants.

After projecting with the Immortal Spirit Race, Lu Xun also received this favor.

Such generous deities are indeed few and far between.

"PE class… Hm, right, it seems to be on the schedule." Lu Xun responded nonchalantly, nodding to Wuer, "You go ahead and do your own thing."

"Alright." Wuer scratched his skull and said, "Then I'm off, Brother Lu; see you on the field later."

"Mm."

...

Soon after, Lu Xun found himself on the school sports field again.

He strolled leisurely, patiently waiting.

The minutes ticked by. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

After a while, his classmates appeared on the field one after another, playing and laughing.

The PE teacher also arrived, warming up on the side.

"Quite a crowd here…"

Lu Xun glanced around and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

With so many people around, if the commotion when the opportunity appeared was too big, his unusual behavior would most likely be noticed and couldn't be concealed from so many eyes.

If things really didn't work out then, he could only use the Truth-Telling Techniques and Nightmare to modify everyone's memory on the field.

Ding ling ling~

Just as he was thinking, the class bell rang.

The entire Senior Grade Three Class Four gathered and lined up, doing fifteen minutes of physical training under the PE teacher's instruction.

Then the teacher announced the break-up, allowing the students to have free activity time as long as they didn't leave the sports field.

The boys and girls scattered all at once.

Some went to play basketball or badminton, while others found shade under trees to relax.

Wuer quietly hid in a corner to play games.

Wei'Er, wearing headphones, sat on the steps gazing into the distance, her beautiful face as serene as ever; her emerald green eyes exuded a noble chill, her silver hair like snow, and her pointed, long elf ears peeking through her flowing hair; not even the school uniform could mask her enchanting elegance.