In the cellar of a manor outside St. Leighton, a beautiful girl didn't care that the dust in the cellar was stained on her skirt.
She frowned and put down a seemingly gorgeous ceramic bottle, her mouth full of dryness:
"Another fake! The antiques that my father spent a lot of money to buy are all worthless garbage. If we can't get the payment for the goods next week, our Stowers family will be doomed! God, you can't come.
Will this miracle give me extraordinary power to get back my legitimate profits from those vampires in the Church of Wealth?"
Just when she picked up a copper plate as clean as a mirror without any hope and saw her pretty face in it, suddenly a cloud of gray mist came out of the mirror and covered her...
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In the glittering starlight, Daisy Stowers regained her sight and looked around in horror and confusion. Then she was surprised to find that she was like a small snack placed on the white dining table, and a person with a height of less than 100 years old was like a snack.
On the fifth floor, like a mythical Titan, a mysterious giant whose whole body was composed of starlight and starlight connections, was staring at her.
Those eyes that were like stars seemed to be able to see through her heart and soul.
Even though she has a faint mist covering her appearance, it does not bring her a sense of security.
"Sir, where is this?"
"Why did you drag me here?"
"What do you want to do?"
A frail young lady who had never been threatened by death was suddenly caught by an extraordinary being. Her fear and uneasiness could not be concealed.
After subconsciously asking three questions in a row, she found that this was too detrimental to negotiation, and she forced herself to remain silent.
The atmosphere became weird.
In the field of vision, the star giant whose body was outlined with starlight made a gesture of crossing his fingers and supporting his chin with the back of his fingers.
His voice was not as booming, majestic and solemn as Daisy imagined, but instead had an ethereal and mysterious feeling.
The voice that sounded a little too young also had a strong sense of nonchalance: "I heard your prayer, and I answered you. That's all."
Suddenly hearing what Mark said, Daisy's reaction was wonderful.
First there was panic and panic, followed by vigilance and awe.
Anyone who has enough common sense about the power of gods will know that those who respond to believers' prayers are not only gods, but also demons and demons.
Being passively pulled into this strange sea of stars, she was shocked and completely confused on the spot.
She tried hard to drive her brain, trying to find a more appropriate way to respond, at least to give her some understanding of the situation.
Before she could start talking, the star giant opposite asked.
"You long for extraordinary power. So... do you really know what [abnormality] is? How do humans get extraordinary power?"
The star giant seemed to ask Daisy questions like a teacher examining his students, but Daisy was convinced: At least, this is not like the devil and the devil's path.
She was like a good student trying hard to answer questions, not daring to hide anything, and spoke out in succession:
"[Abnormality] is often caused by a failed extraordinary experiment or the existence of an out-of-control extraordinary order."
"It is said that in the chaotic era when the gods fought fiercely a thousand years ago, the gods descended without warning. In order to encourage more people to believe in themselves and to allow more outstanding mortals to become their assistants, the gods appeared one after another and dropped many
[The Power Slate] is found in various human settlements for the convenience of mortals to study."
"In the wild, there will be lucky people who find the slate of divine power with a vacant divine position. After some arduous struggle and hard work, they successfully become gods in human bodies, just like the current twin goddesses of light and night."
"Regardless of good and evil, all gods began to allow outstanding believers who have studied their own divine power to rub the [Divine Power Slate] in order to attract more believers."
At this point, even though it was covered by the fog, the anger of the business lady could clearly be heard.
"The problem lies in this - starting from three hundred years ago, the gods rarely issued oracles, and even divine revelations rarely appeared. The senior leaders of the major sects began to add their own inscriptions on the rubbings of the divine power tablets.
Techniques, forcing subsequent practitioners to obey their orders."
"In order to monopolize the extraordinary divine power, these guys gathered together and forced all neutrals and dissidents to hand over the [Divine Power Slate] and all rubbings in their hands. This is the beginning of the 'Supreme War' that lasted for more than two hundred years.
source."
The merchant lady told this secret in such a clear and concise manner that would never be written in history textbooks, which shocked Mark, the author of the question.
Well, the teacher doesn’t have to understand, as long as the students understand.
This business lady is definitely an top student.
On the other hand, Mark began to understand why the Church of Light and Night treated the Destiny family with such courtesy. It was obvious that his grandfather was one of the people who took the slate.
Mark, who transformed into a star giant, was noncommittal and nodded slightly.
The businesswoman made a ladylike gesture to Mark: "Dear Sir, our family is indeed in difficulty, but our family has enough excellent goods. All we need is a 'clean' E-level rubbing of wealth and power, no,
As long as we can get some extraordinary item and isolate it from the commercial prying eyes of those damn vampires, that's enough."
Mark smiled. Sure enough, the target he had selected after many layers of screening wanted exactly the power of [wealth].
Originally, he could summon three lucky ones (big grievances) in one breath, but he thought about it carefully and gave up. After all, they were three different forces, and Mark could not let them form vicious bidding and profit from them.
Rather than letting the situation become chaotic, it is better to do it one by one. He can also take the opportunity to collect intelligence, carefully identify its authenticity, and eliminate the possibility of collusion with the other party.
"Is this what you want?"
When a clean introductory rubbing of [Wealth] to extraordinary divine power appeared in front of Daisy, she breathed quickly.
The businesswoman's voice was almost whispering: "There is no inscription of a certain priest, not even the name of the goddess of wealth. Oh my god! This is the most original version of the rubbing!"
Really?
Mark himself was confused. Destiny Dice asked him if he wanted to purify these things. He agreed.
Who would have thought that after a simple purification and removing the redundant inscriptions, these things would become more valuable?
The businesswoman's voice trembled: "What price do I need to pay for this?"
The star giant in her eyes smiled and spread his hands, and the next moment, a shining golden scale appeared in front of her.
"All the gifts of fate have already been marked with a secret price. And I just marked it with a clear price."
The merchant lady's reaction was quite intense. Since the top leaders of the major churches have monopolized extraordinary power, all mortal governments must succumb to extraordinary power. If you want to obtain extraordinary power, you must bow to the church, or pray to meet that person.
A once in a million opportunity.
But the so-called opportunity is often an out-of-control [abnormality]. The consequence of using this kind of power is that you will most likely become the next abnormal existence.
How can there be such a reasonable exchange?
As a businessman, you are never afraid that the goods are too expensive, only that they are fake.
As long as this thing really works, then today is undoubtedly her lucky day.
She also noticed keenly that since the other party took out the rubbings of the original [Wealth] power and sold them instead of giving them to the Church of Wealth, this meant that this mysterious existence did not care about offending the three major churches.
This discovery made her tremble with excitement.
Looking at the rubbings on the tray at the other end of the scale, there was an illusive word [12] in the sky. She very carefully added the chips bit by bit until the rubbings were slightly heavier.
She changed several chips in a row, and the only one was [11], but adding more chips would make her suffer again.
Unwilling to do so, she tentatively asked: "Dear Sir, is this okay? It's not enough for me to add more. But I still hope to leave more chips to deal with the crisis at home."
As soon as she finished speaking, Daisy realized that she had made a serious mistake. A businessman instinctively hopes that every transaction partner is a big enemy, but the other party is too mysterious, and going too far will cause him to get burned.
Any possible consequences of overturning the table were beyond what a mere mortal woman like her could bear.
Daisy decided to buy insurance: "I can put another extraordinary item here as collateral, or use it as a bargaining chip for the next transaction, okay? I really don't mean to offend you, the great one."
Mark narrowed his eyes and finally nodded: "Okay, but if there is another transaction next time, I will ask for a higher price."
"I obey your will." Daisy's heart was beating wildly. Being able to take advantage of the first transaction made Daisy's evaluation of the other party a bit subtle.
Tolerant, but definitely not stupid.
She must be careful! Be careful! Be more careful!
After carefully judging the other party's character, the businesswoman shrank her neck slightly, and finally boldly asked tentatively: "Excuse me, if I get something more valuable in the future, can I use it to replace the one I pressed today?"
Where are the chips?”
"As long as the balance of fate accepts it."
It sounded like a nutritious answer, but it made the business lady feel more at ease.
The chips can be exchanged, which means that the star giants are probably not from hell or the abyss, and are not the kind of evil existence that eats people without spitting out their bones.
At least she's safe now.
After the transaction is completed, it is time to close.
She suppressed her inner excitement: "Great existence, if I still want to find you, how can I contact you?"
"I will contact you in about a month. If I am happy..."
This is the art of language. It does not say anything to death, but also gives her a moody and unpredictable feeling.
After all, the relationship between the two parties is not a subordinate relationship. Even if Mark has Miss Doll as a trump card at this time, the dice will not show him the appearance of the other party. He is pretending, and the other party is also in a fog!
That said, Dice probably won't allow him to cross space to cause trouble for his opponent.
In this case, there is no point in speaking harshly.
However, the seeds have been planted.
"Last question. Can you tell me your name?" Daisy asked in a low voice.
The star giant in front of her crossed his fingers and clenched his fist, pressing it against his lower lip. He smiled: "You can call me [Mr. Galaxy]! But remember to keep my name secret."
Galaxy?
What is the Milky Way?
This extremely unfamiliar term made Daisy a little confused.
The short answer began to quickly disappear from her vision as the stars filled the sky, and the last sound of the last word became as ethereal and illusory as the sunset bells coming from the church in the distance.
This name was like an echo, constantly echoing in her ears, stirring up spiritual ripples in her chest.
right!
Such a strange, powerful, and omnipotent existence deserves such an unprecedented and mysterious title.
Daisy instinctively raised her skirt, bent her knees, and made a ladylike bow to the disappearing giant projection.
After coming back to her senses, Daisy found that she had returned to the storage basement.
Two seconds later, the business lady's moved exclamation came from here.
"Oh my god! If this is a rubbing that exists in the material world, I can even use it to become a regional chief priest in the Church of Fortune and protect the entire Stowers family."
But the business lady immediately became worried.
"What Mr. Galaxy is planning must not be so small."
With the vigilance unique to a successful businessman, she began to carefully calculate her gains and losses...