This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 738 - 615: Another Perspective on Fate

Chapter 738: Chapter 615: Another Perspective on Fate

"If Zariel were here, he would shout, ’This is it!’"

Back when Amberser’s soul was shattered, the cost to repair it was frighteningly high.

Unfortunately, Bayer had not witnessed the scene at that time, and Hircine did not understand what this number represented.

Bayer couldn’t help but mutter, "A normal soul only costs about thirty to fifty Soul Currency, what exactly did you stuff in there?"

Hircine, not understanding, asked, "Is there something wrong with this number?"

Bayer said, "There’s a big problem, it’s very abnormal. Each Soul Currency represents a complete soul, sometimes even multiple souls compressed together. Even if there is some loss during repair, it shouldn’t be that over a thousand Soul Currencies can’t fix one soul. Are you sure you’re repairing a mortal? Or is it something else?"

Hircine felt something was amiss but the contract had already been signed.

To give up now would mean working for Bayer for free.

Hircine calmly said, "According to the contract, you must provide me with the materials to repair the soul."

Since it wasn’t his own money, Hircine didn’t feel any pain.

Frowning, Bayer threw in another twenty thousand Soul Currencies; this amount of resources was nothing to him, and he was also curious about what exactly Hircine wanted to repair.

The machine rumbled, and after a violent shake, the completion read "2%".

Hircine, frowning, said, "Does this machine not display values less than 1?"

Bayer’s eyes widened, twenty thousand one hundred Soul Currencies were thrown in and now it was just 2%? This damn machine must be broken!

He thought about replacing it, but opening it now might completely destroy the contents inside.

"Damn fraud, what exactly did you stuff inside? If you don’t clarify, I will not fulfill the contract any further!"

Hircine did not answer because he was not sure what Harvey really was now.

At this very moment, Harvey, who was in the furnace, was also suffering greatly.

The energy forged from the molten Soul Currency continuously drilled into his body, the feeling of being forcibly filled was extremely unpleasant, it could even be described as torture. The technology of Hell didn’t care about comfort, only brutally achieving results.

But even though it was torture-like discomfort, Harvey persevered because this was not only repairing his soul but also providing a vast amount of energy for incubating a child.

The Soul Fragment had turned into a human form, restored to a complete state.

But this child was very weak and needed Harvey to continuously duplicate his own knowledge and memories, providing the best enlightenment to the child.

Though unaware of what was happening outside and how this energy came into being, Harvey knew this was a rare opportunity to allow this child to be born sooner; otherwise, who knew how many years it would take.

Harvey, enduring the pain, crazily absorbed the power, then fed it to this newly born soul.

In this process, Harvey’s own soul was also undergoing a transformation.

As a thirty-something mortal, Harvey had rich experiences but not enough accumulation.

Even Amberser, a poor devil who had mixed poorly, had infused himself with many potions to strengthen his soul and body, while Harvey had almost none.

Thus, Harvey’s achievements today were purely based on talent.

And now, Hircine was supplementing Harvey with the resources he most lacked.

The violent soul repair began transforming him, his consciousness seemed to enter another world, perceiving things entirely differently.

Lines of fate unfolded before him, woven into a net in an indescribable way; upon closer inspection, one would see that each knot on the net was formed from a twenty-sided dice still spinning crazily.

Only when Harvey’s consciousness captured them would these dice stop spinning, leaving behind corresponding numbers. And when his mind wandered away, the dice would start spinning madly again, never ceasing.

This represented countless possibilities of destiny.

The connections of all things in the world morphed into threads, and the Dice of Destiny determined every detail of these threads, with billions of possibilities occurring every second, and just as many futures disappearing.

Diviner Mages are like little insects crawling on this web, easily thrown off, plummeting into the Abyss of no return.

Harvey tried hard to crawl on this endless web of fate, seemingly the same everywhere, unable to find any direction.

What made Harvey feel more suffocated was that these threads of fate were wrapping around him.

The longer he stayed on the web, the more tightly he became connected to it, and with connection came entanglement, and the threads of fate grew faster.

Harvey tried hard to cut these threads and escape, but found he could not keep up with the pace at which the threads grew.

In just a brief moment, Harvey was encompassed in a thick cocoon.

At that moment, he was captured by destiny, no longer able to struggle.

In the moment when he could no longer move his body, Harvey seemed to hear the shouts of countless people.

"Fate is so cruel, impossible to break free from!"

"We mistaken ourselves as the darlings of fate, but are merely temporarily surviving fleas."

"Prophecy is merely a death’s invitation, even if you refuse, you must attend."

"Fate only gives you the power to watch, not the power to alter the future."

"All things in the world are prey bound by fate."