sbdcsierra Chapter 1098 A 7% Chance of Victory? I Bought This One!
Chapter 1098 A 7% Chance of Victory? I Bought This One!
The seductive voice echoed in the dark secret passage, making everyone's heart skip a beat.
"What do you mean?" Claude asked instinctively, his face still pale from the shock of surviving the ordeal.
"literal meaning."
Lin Qiye continued walking without turning his head, saying...
"You don't really think that old geezer Miles would lay all his possessions out in the open, do you?"
The crowd looked at each other, unable to grasp the deeper meaning behind Lin Qiye's words.
Just then, number 22, who had been silently following in the middle of the group, suddenly spoke up in a hoarse voice.
"I know."
Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on him.
Number 22 looked even worse than in the dungeon; breaking two fingers seemed to have taken a toll on him.
But his bloodshot eyes were frighteningly bright.
"The city lord's treasury is divided into an 'outer treasury' and an 'inner treasury'."
"What's in the outer treasury are the gold and silver treasures you mentioned, as well as the ordinary artifacts that Miles usually takes out to use."
He licked his chapped lips, his voice filled with fervor.
"But what truly sustains this 'city without gods' is the inner treasury, that is, the contents of the [King's Treasury]."
"The King's Treasury?"
"Yes."
Number 22's breathing became rapid.
"Legend has it that the [King's Treasury] contains four supreme artifacts,"
"They correspond to the four basic elements of the Tarot cards—the Wands, the Swords, the Cups, and the Pentacles! Each one possesses power far exceeding that of ordinary artifacts!"
Four supreme artifacts!
These words were like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of every agent!
The secret passage fell into a deathly silence, with only the heavy breathing of the group audible.
The flames of greed blazed in everyone's eyes.
If escaping the dungeon earlier only gave them hope of survival,
The news of these four supreme artifacts gave them... a glimmer of hope for turning the tide!
"Damn it! We've struck it rich! As long as we can get one of them, what are we afraid of?" an agent roared excitedly.
"That's right! Steal his mother's blood!"
"With the supreme artifact, let's charge out and slaughter all the guards outside!"
The crowd instantly became excited, their long-suppressed emotions finding an outlet, as if they could wield a divine weapon and wreak havoc in the next second.
However, what Number 22 said next was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head.
"not that simple."
He said coldly,
"To open the [King's Treasury] and use the [Scepter] inside, one must possess the bloodline of the Miles family."
"Otherwise, even if we get in, we can only look around and won't be able to take anything with us."
The previously enthusiastic atmosphere froze instantly.
"Bloodline restriction? Damn it!" Claude couldn't help but curse.
"Isn't that just a waste of time? Where are we going to find someone from the Miles family?"
Even if we find it, why should they help us?
"Damn it, that old fox, he's really cunning!"
The crowd's emotions were like a rollercoaster ride, plummeting from the peak of ecstasy to the depths of despair in an instant.
Hope is right in front of you, yet there is an insurmountable chasm between you. This feeling is even more tormenting than despair from the start.
The atmosphere in the secret passage became oppressive once again.
"Who said we absolutely have to conquer that treasure vault?"
Just then, Lin Qiye's slightly roguish voice rang out.
Everyone was stunned and turned to look at him.
Lin Qiye stopped, turned around, leaned against the mottled wall, looked around, and had a playful smile on his face.
"Open your mind a little."
He extended a finger and gently shook it.
"Since we can't use the [Scepter] or control the [King's Treasury]... why don't we just be more decisive?"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone, and said, word by word:
"We'll gather all four artifacts, and then...we'll go and kill the god behind Miles."
"..."
The entire secret passage fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at Lin Qiye, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Killing God?
What is he saying?
These agents are merely pawns used by the gods to move among humans; their power comes from divine gifts.
Now, this man is actually saying that he wants to kill the god who gave them power?
This was the craziest and most unorthodox thing they had ever heard!
The deathly silence lasted for more than ten seconds before being broken by a burst of suppressed whispers.
"He...he's gone mad, hasn't he?"
"A god of death? Does he know what he's talking about?"
"We can't even beat Miles, how can we go and kill a god?"
Voices of doubt, ridicule, and incomprehension were intertwined.
Strangely, no one burst into laughter, nor did anyone directly rebuke them.
Because after the initial shock, a seed of madness had quietly taken root and sprouted in their hearts.
Yes...why not?
They were abandoned by their own gods, left here like trash, their dignity trampled and their lives ignored.
Since God no longer regards them as human beings, why should they still revere God?
Since death is inevitable either way, why not take a big gamble?
A flame called "ambition" is rekindled from the ashes of despair.
"But...can this really work?" a trembling voice asked.
This question expressed the thoughts of everyone.
The plan is crazy and tempting, but what about the success rate?
If it's just about going to your death, what's the difference between that and staying here to wait for death?
Just then, Pakash, Vishnu's representative, stepped out from the crowd.
He clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to Lin Qiye.
“Mr. Miles, we all know that you are the ‘prophet’.”
His tone was very respectful.
"Since you have put forward this plan, you must have already seen a certain future."
"Could you... use your power to predict for us what the chances of this plan succeeding are?"
As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes immediately focused on Lin Qiye again.
Yes! A prophecy!
How could they forget this!
The man before you is a “prophet” who can accurately predict changes in the dungeon!
"Yes! Please make a prediction!"
"As long as there's even a sliver of hope, we'll follow you!"
"Sir, please!"
Everyone's eyes were filled with burning anticipation, and the air seemed to solidify into lead, making it hard to breathe.
They were like a group of gamblers about to drown, staring intently at Lin Qiye, waiting for him to reveal his final trump card.
Lin Qiye frowned slightly, a hint of embarrassment on his face.
"Predicting the future takes a huge toll on me." He rubbed his temples and sighed.
"Moreover, I've already used my power once today to find the dungeon's location, so it'll be difficult to do so again in a short time..."
"gentlemen!"
Claude interrupted him urgently.
"This is a matter of life and death! We just need a definite answer from you,"
"Our lives belong to you! Once we get out of here, we will all follow your lead!"
“That’s right! We’ll all listen to you!” Everyone echoed, their attitude incredibly sincere.
Lin Qiye looked at them, seemingly still hesitant.
Wu Hen, standing behind him, swept his cold gaze across the entire room, as if assessing something.
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance, and the latter nodded almost imperceptibly.
"……All right."
Lin Qiye seemed to have made a great decision, and let out a long breath.
"Since everyone trusts me, I'll give it one more try."
"However, I must say this first: prophecy will consume a lot of my mental energy. You may need to put in more effort on the road ahead."
"No problem! Just you wait and see!" Everyone was overjoyed and quickly patted their chests to assure them.
Lin-actor-Seven Nights nodded in satisfaction.
He cleared his throat and said to the crowd, "Everyone step back and give me some space. I cannot be disturbed during the prophecy."
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately obeyed and stepped back, automatically forming a circle around Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.
The secret passage fell silent again, and everyone held their breath, watching Lin Qiye intently.
Lin Qiye then pretended to take out a perfectly round crystal ball from his pocket and placed it on the ground.
Then, he solemnly bit his fingertip and used his blood to draw several crooked, incomprehensible symbols around the crystal ball.
The whole process creates a strong sense of ritual.
The agent, who had initially been somewhat skeptical, became quite convinced after seeing this scene.
After doing all this, Lin Qiye sat cross-legged, placed his hands lightly on the crystal ball, and slowly closed his eyes.
"Om-"
A faint magical glow emanated from his palm and flowed into the crystal ball.
The once ordinary crystal ball suddenly emitted a deep blue light.
The shifting light cast flickering shadows on Lin Qiye's face, giving him an air of mystery.
All the agents present had their hearts in their throats.
Success or failure depends on this!
Time passed second by second, and fine beads of sweat appeared on Lin Qiye's forehead, and his face turned pale.
Finally, just when everyone was about to lose patience, he suddenly opened his eyes!
Those dark eyes seemed to hold a galaxy of stars, so deep that one dared not look directly into them.
He stared at the ever-changing light and shadow within the crystal ball, his lips moved slightly, and he spoke slowly in a voice that seemed to come from a distant time and space:
"I saw it... mountains of corpses and seas of blood, gods fallen..."
"I saw... four divine artifacts, shining brightly in the sky..."
"I saw... a bloody path leading to new life..."
With each word he spoke, the crowd's breathing quickened.
As soon as he finished speaking, Pakash could no longer hold back and asked in a trembling voice, "Sir! What are the odds of winning?!"
Lin Qiye raised his head, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping across the faces of everyone present.
He took a deep breath, and then, with all his might, roared out two words with a resounding force:
"Seventy percent!!"
boom--!
These two words exploded in everyone's minds like a thunderclap!
After a brief silence, a thunderous cheer erupted from the secret passage!
"Seventy percent! It's seventy percent! Hahahaha!"
"We won! We've got this in the bag!"
"Damn it! I can finally get my revenge!"
"God of Slaughter! God of Slaughter!"
Everyone was shouting, hugging, and pounding on the walls, venting their ecstasy and excitement at surviving the ordeal in the most primal way.
For these people who have been driven to the brink of despair, a 70% chance of winning is no different from a 100% chance!
It was a huge gamble, but they saw a glimmer of hope in winning!
Looking at the crowd who seemed to have gone mad, Lin Qiye slowly stood up, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips in the dim light.
A cold, calculating glint flashed in the depths of his eyes behind his glasses.
And at his feet, deep within the now-dimmed crystal ball,
A whisper, not his own, carrying endless vicissitudes and mockery, quietly appeared, only to vanish into thin air in an instant:
"...Can you fool them? Can you fool fate?"