Temple of the Demon Lord of Wishes-Chapter 76: Under Preparation

[Titles]

Spirit With Good Luck (Former)

Spirit of Temptation

[Fractured Reality] : Temple with Good Luck (Undergoing Qualitative Changes)

[Rank] : Memory (Middle-tier)

[Abilities] :

[Coin of Fortune] (Memory Middle-tier)

New Function! : The coin now acts as a vessel for misfortune, capable of storing bad luck. Anyone who touches or holds the coin will immediately be cursed with catastrophic misfortune. Their actions fail, accidents occur, and even the environment conspires against them. The severity of the curse depends on the amount of bad luck stored.

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[Lucky Leap] (Memory Middle-tier)

New Function! : Upon landing, user temporarily destabilizes the "threads of fate" around them. This causes unpredictable but favorable events to occur: weapons jam, attacks miss, or natural hazards align to assist the user.

[Whisper] (Memory Lower-tier)

Believer Count : 50

[Authority Held]

Fortune : Memory-level (middle-tier)

Influence : Memory-level (lower-tier)

’I see… so I’ve gained another Authority.’ Ivaim rubbed his chin, pondering the implications.

’Authority must be another term for a domain of powers—like a theme that binds abilities together.’

His thoughts drifted, connecting the dots between his abilities.

’For example, both [Coin of Fortune] and [Lucky Leap] fall under the Authority of Fortune… while [Whisper] would fit under the Authority of Influence. That makes sense.’

He leaned back, his curiosity growing.

’I wonder… how much Authority can a Reality Master even have? Is there a limit? Or does it depend on their ambition... or power?’

The thought brought him to a more practical realization.

’It looks like gaining believers is the only way to level up my Authority. But my rank… that doesn’t seem tied to believers. I probably have to kill and absorb other Reality Masters for that.’

The idea sat heavy in his mind, but he shook it off, focusing on the good news.

’[Coin of Fortune] and [Lucky Leap] have upgraded… that’s definitely a win. Man, I’m really turning into an overpowered protagonist, aren’t I?’ A small, satisfied grin formed on his face.

He quickly refocused, his mind drifting toward the upcoming challenge.

’Perfect timing. With these upgrades, I should at least be able to hold my own in the Regional Arenas.’

But his grin faltered as a more serious thought entered his mind.

’It would be better if I won, though. Winning isn’t just for glory—it’s for survival. And…’ His fingers fidgeted with a coin in his pocket as his thoughts darkened.

’Is this enough? Enough to help the others if we ever have to face the Master of Cruelty?’

The silence in his head lingered longer than he wanted it to. He exhaled sharply.

"Probably not," he admitted grimly, though a flicker of determination remained in his heart.

...

The next morning, the streets of Fendral were alive with the usual buzz of activity. Merchants opened their stalls, children darted between carts, and the chimneys of bakeries puffed clouds of smoke into the crisp air.

Ivaim approached the mayor’s office, a towering building adorned with polished woodwork and the town’s crest carved above the doorway.

A messenger had delivered the mayor’s summons to him before sunrise, and though Ivaim didn’t know the specifics, he could guess it had something to do with the Regionals. With a deep breath, he pushed open the heavy oak doors.

Inside, Mayor Halvin stood behind his desk, already waiting. He was a broad-shouldered man, his silver beard neatly combed, his expression a mix of pride and anticipation. The moment he spotted Ivaim, he beamed.

"Ivaim! Come in, lad, come in!" Halvin gestured for him to take a seat.

Ivaim stepped forward, nodding politely.

"Mayor Halvin. You asked to see me?"

"That’s right," Halvin said, sitting down and motioning for Ivaim to do the same.

"You’re the champion of the Town Arena now, and that’s no small feat. You’ve done something extraordinary for Fendral. I thought it only proper to congratulate you in person."

"Thank you, Mayor." Ivaim took a seat across from him, keeping his tone respectful. "I’m just glad I could represent the town."

"Glad, you say? You should be proud!" Halvin said, leaning forward with a grin.

"Your victory using your unconventional way of mocking your opponents was fantastic. Word of Fendral’s champion is spreading. Merchants, nobles, even the larger towns—everyone is has atleast mentioned you once. That kind of attention is exactly what we’ve needed."

Ivaim blinked, surprised by the mayor’s enthusiasm.

"I didn’t think it’d cause such a stir."

"It’s more than a stir, lad—it’s an opportunity. Your victory means better trade, more sponsors, and perhaps even the ear of the higher lords if you make it far enough in the Regionals."

Halvin clasped his hands together.

"But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. First, you need to prepare for the next stage."

"That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?" Ivaim asked with a slight smirk.

Halvin chuckled.

"Sharp as ever. Yes, I’ve arranged some support for you. Fendral takes care of its own, and we want you to go into the Regionals with the best possible chance. You’ll have access to our training grounds, and I’ve also arranged for you to meet Tharos."

"Tharos?"

"Our blacksmith. The best in town, if I do say so myself. He’ll outfit you with a weapon and armor suited for the Regionals. No more using whatever scraps you’ve pieced together yourself."

Halvin leaned back, his tone turning serious.

"But listen to him. Tharos knows what he’s doing. Don’t argue with the man. Well, you probably won’t have to, he’s quite professional and easy going."

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"Understood," Ivaim said, nodding.

"I’ve arranged for a carriage to take you to his forge. It’s a bit out of the way, but it’s worth the trip." Halvin gestured toward the window.

"The driver’s already waiting outside. You leave as soon as we’re done here."

"Efficient," Ivaim said with a faint grin. "I appreciate all of this, Mayor Halvin."

"Don’t thank me yet. Thank me when you bring back the Regional trophy," Halvin said with a smile.

"Oh, and one more thing—if you win the Regionals, it’ll mean more than just personal glory. The town’s name will carry weight, and that kind of recognition will change things for everyone here. Keep that in mind."

"I will," Ivaim said, standing up and extending a hand.

Halvin took it, his grip firm. "Good luck, lad. Fendral’s rooting for you."