Chapter 260
Using the "Overload Gear" to exceed the limits of the "Transmuted Coin" and "Gaze of the Death Omen" also has a high probability of achieving Shaer’s goal.
However, without the "Corrupted Touch of Betrayal" feather quill to manipulate the threads of fate, Shaer might not be able to control what kind of fortune or misfortune is about to come.
The overloaded feather quill can summon meteors that do not exist at this moment in time, but without the quill's influence, Shaer is still uncertain about how things will unfold.
Now, Shaer somewhat regrets having exited the dream created by the "Dream Thief" so quickly after realizing it was a dream.
If she had deliberately cooperated, allowing the "Dream Thief" to distort her thoughts, even directly invading her consciousness to see the knowledge and "Uniqueness" gears locked away in her mind, the other party would likely have descended into madness.
She missed an opportunity.
Fortunately, this was merely a simulation of the future, giving her plenty of room for trial and error.
She just needs to summarize her experience and avoid making the same mistake next time.
Knock, knock, knock—
The sound of knocking echoed, and as Shaer responded, the wooden door swung open. Tara entered the meeting room, holding the tray that had previously contained the potion, placing it in front of Shaer.
On the tray lay a rust-colored coin and a deep blue eyeball, both familiar to Shaer.
Her gaze settled on the rust-colored coin.
The "Lucky Coin," system name "Transmuted Coin," still resided in Lucy's hands in reality.
Now, rather than tossing for two sides of good fortune, Shaer leaned more towards tossing for two sides of misfortune.
She had never experienced the effect of two good fortunes, but she was well aware of what two misfortunes entailed.
Previously, when she tossed for two sides of misfortune, the overloaded feather quill imposed its misfortune upon her, resulting in thunderstorms, fire whirlwinds, and meteors.
Now, if she could directly exceed the limits of the coin and flip two sides of misfortune, the effect should be comparable to that of meteors—though she was uncertain how it would manifest.
Shaer raised her hand, a silvery light flashing as the "Echo of the Silver Timebinder" appeared in her grasp.
She opened the dial and directly turned the central silver gear. With a crisp "click," the coin before her began to transform.
Crack—
The rust-red surface of the coin suddenly cracked, fine fissures spreading across its entire surface.
From those tiny gaps, pure silver light burst forth, flickering in a specific rhythm—like a bomb compressed to its limit, on the verge of exploding.
As the coin shattered, an aura far beyond the coin itself surged forth. Tara, who had been watching everything from the side, felt her breath momentarily catch.
No matter how many times she witnessed it, she was always awed.
As a high-ranking member of the Holy Church, she had seen her fair share of sealed objects, but she had never seen anyone enhance a sealed object in such a manner.
Truly worthy of the Mother Goddess.
With that thought, Tara slowly shifted her gaze from the coin to Shaer’s face.
At that moment, Shaer’s expression was calm as she reached out to touch the coin.
As she held the coin in her hand, it seemed to pulse with life, gently vibrating and emitting a faint hum. She felt a sense of familiarity emanating from it.
This familiarity did not come from the coin itself, but from the power of the overloaded coin.
Ding—
Shaer clenched her right fist around the coin, using her thumb to flick it lightly.
The rust-colored coin, shimmering with silver light, spun in the air before landing steadily on the table.
The eyeball angel gazed up at the sky, the silver cracks appearing to form veins and patterns on its eyeball and wings, giving this bizarre carving a hint of divine radiance.
The front side...
Shaer’s heart remained steady, for there was still one more toss.
If the next toss resulted in the back side, the effects would cancel each other out, as if nothing had happened, causing Shaer to lose the trump card she could have revealed within 17 hours.
Ding—
Shaer picked up the coin and tossed it into the air once more.
This time, upon hitting the table, the coin rolled and fell to the ground, producing several crisp sounds before suddenly shattering. In the final moment before it broke, the silver-eyed angel gazed at Shaer above it.
Two fronts...
This was already a stroke of incredible luck; Shaer was feeling very fortunate.
But she had never experienced the extent of having both tosses land on the front side. Just how fortunate could this so-called luck be?
Perhaps she would encounter someone joyful the moment she stepped outside?
Regardless, since the coin's decision was set, it was time to act quickly; she couldn't just wait for the other party to come to her.
“Tara, gather everyone and have them disguise themselves. We’re leaving.”
Shaer slipped the Eye of Malice seal into her pocket and strode toward the door.
As she exited the hidden farmhouse warehouse, the sky had brightened completely, the morning sun shining on Shaer’s face, seemingly heralding a positive turn of events.
At this moment, the other cultists had also quickly completed their disguises, each boarding different carriages as they left the farm.
Shaer’s carriage, however, had been replaced with a new one, appearing quite plain, resembling a style often used for taxis.
“Lady Shaer, please get in.”
Tara opened the carriage door and jumped down, slightly turning to address Shaer.
Once Shaer was seated, Tara leaned against the door and asked, “Lady Shaer, where are we headed?”
“Bolen City.”
After a moment of thought, Shaer replied, “Let’s just take a stroll around Bolen City. The others can follow at a distance.”
It was daytime, and there would be more pedestrians on the road. If they traveled as a large convoy, it would be too conspicuous.
Although they could indeed be bold now, and no one could stop them, Shaer’s nature preferred not to be in the spotlight.
After Tara exchanged a few words with the bishop disguised as a coachman, she returned to the carriage, sitting across from Shaer and closing the door.
The carriage swayed as it made its way toward Bolen City, blending in with other freight carriages.
Soon, they entered Bolen City, crossing the street that bordered the Clock Tower District and the Gem Processing Plant, heading straight for the Gem District.
Observing the scenery outside, Shaer noticed that the abandoned factory she used to enjoy visiting had been bought by someone over the past month and was now undergoing reconstruction. It seemed to have reached the roofing stage and was beginning to receive equipment.
Bolen City was in a phase of rapid expansion, with an increasing influx of outsiders. In the future, even faster developments might occur.
If nothing unexpected happened, Aivina could reap considerable profits just from the appreciation of her land and factory here... Of course, this all depended on Bolen City maintaining stability.
In the current chaotic situation, it was possible that fewer capitalists would be willing to invest their money here—they feared their factories would be burned down or that they would be hanged from lampposts.
As they passed through the Clock Tower District, Shaer noticed several patrolling soldiers. Perhaps due to the previous riots, the military presence here had become more active.
Fortunately, Shaer’s vehicle did not encounter any aggressive inspections or routine inquiries, likely due to the coin’s influence.
The guards on the road would stop and respectfully watch the carriage leave, sensing the presence of a high-ranking church official inside, a familiarity brought about by the imprint in their minds.
But just then, the horses ahead suddenly neighed, and Shaer felt a jolt as the entire carriage began to accelerate forward.
Caught off guard by the sudden acceleration, Tara, who was seated opposite Shaer and whose feet barely touched the floor, leaned forward and fell directly into Shaer’s lap.
In the next moment, a white figure surged from behind Tara, and she embraced Shaer, crashing through the carriage and landing firmly on the ground, while the carriage they had been in collided head-on with another out-of-control carriage.
The sound of the massive impact and the horses’ whinnies immediately drew the attention of many passersby.
The bishop disguised as a coachman did not jump from the carriage during the collision but instead crashed directly into the other carriage. At the same time, the white figure enveloped him, shielding him from the ordinary harm.
What on earth is happening?
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