Victor held the pendulum that sealed the secret transmission of dreams, and carefully recalled the translation written in the notes by Bilbo, the Dilio brother.
"Hold the secret message and enter the secret place to reverse your destiny."
This is the switching rule of "Wheel of Fortune".
However, although it is written in detail every word, no one has ever tried to convert between the butterfly and the dream. Because no one needs the secret transmission of the butterfly, even if the secret transmission of the dream nature is obtained, it will definitely be used for other purposes.<
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Victor is the first, and he must use himself as a guinea pig to try.
In his room, Victor arranged everything.
He held the pendulum with one hand and held the key with the other hand. He sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes to fall asleep.
……
The woodland outside Misu is as quiet as ever, and the dilapidated and mysterious Taoist temple sits behind Victor, as if it has always been here.
Opening his eyes, Victor found that he only had the key in his hand, and the pendulum was left in the material world.
"Even if it is a secret sealed artifact, there is no way to bring it in?"
Although he was well prepared, Victor was still confused after falling asleep.
He has entered the secret residence many times, but how can he witness his destiny here?
With doubts in mind, Victor turned around and walked into the Taoist temple, pacing in the lobby.
He put on his yellow clothes and went out again, arriving outside the thick fog that filled the deepest part of the forest.
The bronze key was thrown up high by him, and he caught it in his hand when it fell.
After taking a look at the direction, Victor took a deep breath and cautiously walked into this most mysterious and unpredictable realm.
In the outer woodland, there is nothing except swaying trees and the occasional spirit element.
Only this mysterious mist is the true identity of Misu.
Victor believes that if the translation is not wrong, then he can only try his luck in this thick fog.
So he put on yellow clothes to resist the mental pollution of the thick fog.
He raised his feet and stepped into it, focusing on keeping his position in mind, so as not to lose his bearings and get lost in it...
Those terrifying secret creatures are dormant somewhere, so Victor must be careful.
No one knows what Misu really looks like under the thick fog, and no one knows what is hidden inside.
In this way, along the direction pointed out by the key, Victor walked for a long, long time, walking further than he had ever entered the secret hotel before...
Finally, he was lost...
In the past, when he stepped into thick fog, he always turned back before walking half a mile.
Only this time, he walked for too long... until he couldn't tell the difference between heaven and earth. There was only a vast expanse of white in front of him, and he couldn't even see his fingers when he stretched out his hand.
A sense of panic welled up in Victor's heart. He was afraid that there was danger in the depths, so he clenched the key and prepared to return to the material world.
But at this moment, a vague and swaying shadow appeared in the thick fog in front of him.
He paused on the spot and did not leave the secret residence rashly, because the outlines of those shadows were becoming clearer and faster.
Immediately afterwards, a bustling market street with people coming and going appeared from the fog...
I don’t know why, but just now there was a mist around me, and now Victor is in a bustling city.
The crowds of people passed by Victor, their faces all blurred, blending into the scene, with various colors interlacing like a watercolor scroll.
There is still a little fog around, proving that this scene is just a dream and not reality.
Deep in the thick fog of this secret place, Victor seemed to have encountered a mirage.
The lively illusion seems to be reflecting somewhere in the real world, but only Victor himself is clear in the entire place, while the rest are blurry color blocks that are incompatible with each other.
I have to say that this was very strange, but what was even more strange was that someone suddenly called his name.
"Victor Damon..."
Victor suddenly raised his head and looked ahead. There was only a path away from the busy city, winding along the ridge to the heights. No one was there.
His eyes followed the path upwards, and he found that at the highest point of the mountain, there was a lighthouse emitting extremely dazzling light.
The light of the lighthouse enveloped the city, as if it was protecting them.
"Victor Damon...your destiny..."
This second sentence immediately made Victor's nerves tense.
"Who are you? Who is talking?!"
He looked around nervously, but in the end, his eyes were firmly attracted by the lighthouse.
All the surrounding busy streets and pedestrians disappeared, and the path turned into a shining staircase leading to heaven.
The moving and melodious sound filled my ears, and white moths circled around the stairs and flew to the most glorious place.
That light became the place that led Victor to go, and everything was guiding him to reach the highest dazzling place.
His body seemed to be under control, and Victor devoted himself wholeheartedly to bathing in it.
"My destiny...my destiny..."
Fascinated, he seemed to see himself sitting firmly on the divine throne, overlooking all living beings...
Just like the aloof Olympus God-King in ancient Greek mythology...
He understood everything instantly. This is the way to the authority of God!
If this is witnessing his own destiny, does it mean that he will have the opportunity to become a god and transcend in the future?
Finally, Victor was attracted by this vision, and he took steps to step onto this sacred staircase floating in the air.
But!
The moment he stepped onto the steps, the air in the entire world immediately solidified, and everything around him became dark.
Suddenly, a shrill scream came from beneath his feet!
Victor shuddered and looked down. The thing he was stepping on was not the ladder to heaven leading to divine power, but corpses covered in blood and with missing limbs.
Everything around him changed. The originally lively market turned into a sea of fire. Countless dead people and severed limbs piled up in the streets and alleys, and blood flowed into rivers. And the stairs leading to the highest position were actually filled with corpses one by one.
Pile it on!
This scene scared Victor so much that he retracted his feet, but then he discovered that around the hill where he was standing were countless dead people with bloody flesh, struggling in the fire.
They reached up and grabbed where Victor was standing...crying and wailing, like evil ghosts crawling out of hell, their flesh and blood blending together and sticking together.
They tried their best to crawl in the direction of Victor, trying to drive him to the road of power where corpses were piled up!
"Victor Damon...your destiny..."
The voice appeared again, but Victor still didn't see who was speaking.
All the scenes that appeared prompted him to step towards the place of light at the highest place.
But to do this, he must step on these mountains of corpses and use the flesh and blood of these people to achieve his own path of status!
Could it be...
His fate...
Is it necessary to sacrifice tens of millions of people to achieve the supreme promotion?
As soon as this thought appeared, Victor felt a strong fear.
He is not afraid of death, nor is he afraid of the mountains of corpses. What he is afraid of is that this is his future...
The lives of tens of millions of people were sacrificed to form a road to heaven...
This price may not be...
However, that high and glorious place, that supreme person that symbolizes the crown of divine power, is so attractive.
If it is really destined to be like this, then Victor has the ability to achieve immortality and become a god!
Just imagine, after becoming a true god, overlooking all living beings and mastering the rules and authority, mortals are no longer on the same plane as him, and perhaps they should become consumables that transcend the will.
These insignificant consumables, no matter how much they are consumed, are just a number.
What does it mean compared to the god in front of you?
If he became immortal and his divinity completely wiped out his humanity, Victor might not feel anything at all when using these consumables...
Just like the ancestral spirit of the Valentine people, who sacrificed 100,000 people to complete their coming, what do these ants count?
Perhaps the birth of human beings was to serve as fuel for the Supreme Will, waiting to be harvested at any time. What do they...do they count?!!
Victor's eyes flashed with obsession, and he stepped on the mountain of corpses, turning a deaf ear to the painful cries of the dead at his feet.
But at this moment, he seemed to feel something strange, and he woke up instantly.
He suddenly lowered his head, looked sideways and downwards, and saw countless familiar faces struggling in the flames.
Abigail...
Adolf...
Mike...
Sharti...
Henry...
Will...
Father Sang...
All the people he had met appeared on the mountain of corpses, using their own remains after death to form Victor's road to heaven...
Fear spread throughout his body. Victor finally recovered from that terrible state of mind and quickly retracted his feet.
"How could I have such thoughts... This is not my destiny..."
Killing all living creatures to prove his truth is not Victor's temperament. If he really wants to kill, he will choose to catch his enemy and kill him ten million times...
"Victor Damon...don't you accept your fate?"
The leisurely voice appeared for the fourth time, and Victor glared angrily at the light at the top.
He thinks that the thing that speaks is hidden there, confusing and disturbing his mind!
"I won't be that kind of person... You don't need to be secretive anymore." Victor's expression gradually became angry, and he said loudly, "I know your purpose, but it's a pity that you can't deceive me anymore..."
"You seem to...think you know your true heart very well..." The voice continued to answer, and this time, Victor finally heard the direction from which the voice came!
Not above, not around, but... below!
He immediately lowered his head and looked at his feet. There was a pool of blood gradually congealing there, and his own image was reflected in the blood!
At this time, Victor was reflected in the blood, with a sinister sneer on his lips.
The person in the mirror is looking at himself outside the mirror, but who is in the mirror and who is outside the mirror?
Victor took a deep breath and suddenly realized that his body no longer obeyed his orders.
And the self reflected in the blood has already taken steps, driving Victor's body on the road to becoming a god, which is piled with thousands of corpses!
The corners of the cold mouth under the mirror moved slightly, revealing a fact that shocked Victor extremely: "My reflection! You will eventually return to your true master..."