Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

At the moment when his palm was pierced, Aaron did not feel any pain.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, but what he was looking at was not the crystal ball embedded in the wall, but a wider and darker vision.

It was so wide that it made people feel insignificant, and even the slightest confusion retreated because of it. Aaron's breathing stopped at this moment.

This was completely different from the feeling when staring at fate. If divination and prophecy are both peeping at the flow of a long river and identifying the direction from the branches, then what Aaron perceived at this moment was an endless ocean that submerged individuals - everything that existed was integrated into fate, and every tiny drop of green water was involved in it, flowing along the established traces.

The green water drops dripped, setting off chain-like ripples, winding around him one after another, gently twisting Aaron's consciousness, making him think that he would also break and disperse into equally tiny drops of water.

No, that was not a drop of water, it was just a point of light escaping from the edge of the leaf. Aaron blinked, but he did not regain consciousness from this vast sea of ​​light. Something deeper was attracting him and calling him.

Like a wheel pulling the string of a kite, Aaron was uncontrollably attracted by it, eager to merge with it.

Aaron closed his eyes again, and through meditation, he got rid of this muddled state. When he opened his eyes, he saw that half of his body had been covered by the clover.

Aaron's vision was all green, but his hands felt strange and soft. Something was still absorbing his blood and spiritual power.

As soon as he came to his senses, the roots began to shrink into the crystal ball, and the broad leaves that originally covered Aaron's face began to wither and rot. The captain who was supposed to control the ship retracted his hands and swept all the yellow leaves on his face. There was no pain in this process. He was like picking off a few hairs that were about to fall off.

There was another rustling sound under the floor, and soon, tentacle-like roots emerged from the hull, dragging the clovers that had fallen off Aaron into a corner, dragging them to a place where he could not see them and slowly digesting them.

"You are lucky."

This playful comment touched Aaron's spiritual intuition, and he remembered that there was another person in the empty captain's room, but the other person was just watching the accident that happened to Aaron from beginning to end.

Aaron had no doubt that if he was really absorbed by the "Four-Leaf Clover" and assimilated into a part of this ship, the other person would only watch him die coldly.

Becoming a part of this ship, can that be considered death? He is the captain.

Aaron looked at his hands, and there were clear blue lines on the back of his hands. If there was no association, no one could see that it was a clover-like pattern, and it looked like poisoning.

"You're right, Mr. Amon. I'm lucky."

Aaron moved his hands and felt nothing else. Instead, he could clearly feel any changes on the ship without touching the crystal ball, including the ocean current outside the ship and its target - the ship was ready to leave the bottom of the water and greet the bright sunshine on the sea.

Aaron sighed helplessly: "Lucky, this is probably my greatest characteristic. I think this is why we are still alive."

"No, you are alive only because it let you go, otherwise you would have..."

Amon spread his fingers exaggeratedly and made an explosion gesture.

Aaron was not shaken by this sentence, and said more firmly: "This is the 'Four Leaf Clover', and I am the captain. It is because we are lucky enough that we have never completely lost our way."

After a pause, in Amon's surprised eyes, Aaron reached out his hand again to cover the outside of the crystal ball, and the weak roots drilled out from the back of his hand and stuck to the edge of the green light-filled sphere.

The silver light stream circled in Aaron's eyes, easily calming the ship. The strange noises under the walls and floor soon disappeared, and the captain's room finally quieted down.

His expression was very calm, as if he had known that there would be no danger: "We just took a few accidental detours, and we will always return to the right course."

That's what he said, but judging from the cold sweat on his forehead, Aaron was far from being so relaxed.

Amon could certainly see this, and the detection of lies is also part of the "decryption" ability: "You are obviously afraid of it, maybe at some point, it will go out of control and eat you and your crew - you are trembling with fear, you know that the desire for extraordinary aggregation is not so easy to dissipate."

Aaron would certainly not admit this: "Who knows? Now I have the upper hand, so I will restrain it with reason."

It is also to restrain myself, not to indulge in that vast destiny.

Amon shook his head disapprovingly, but this time He said nothing, just disappeared directly on the spot.

A slight chill passed over Aaron's back, and he slightly widened his eyes.

The resonance with the ship did not disappear. At this moment, Aaron suddenly understood that through the perspective of the "Four-Leaf Clover", he could clearly feel the "parasite" clinging to him and buried in his spirit.

As for the outside of the ship, it was still shrouded in a solid protective bubble. The other two were standing on the deck, and they also had the same signs of being parasitized.

It was like a circle of bruises, hanging firmly on their bodies. Matteo and Vika were unaware of the chat, but every look or expression in their eyes was in the "Amon" "Under the eyes.

After Vika explained the current situation and even demonstrated to Mateo the ability to "make all his wishes come true", Mateo's worries seemed to be solved. The atmosphere of the conversation between the two was much more relaxed than that in the captain's cabin.

Matteo is complaining to Vika at this moment. As for the topic of his complaint, it is naturally the strange experience of this ship: "I never thought there would be such a place, even in the past experience of the 'Clover' , this is also the most bizarre—perhaps the worst!”

"Then would you rather you had never been here?" Vika asked.

Mateo was silent for a while, then he touched his neck, and the pair of rings in his collar were buried under his palms: "No, I'm quite happy about this."

"Maybe your dream will come true." Vika said solemnly.

Mateo didn't quite believe this. He had long accepted the fact that his parents had been gone for many years. Regarding his friend's words, which were more like words of comfort, he smiled indifferently: "Yes, if such a dream can come true, I will I don’t think there will be any regrets in this world.”

The hull began to shake violently, and Mateo and Vika reacted quickly to wrap the cable and hold on to the fence around them.

The water began to retreat from the mast of the Clover, allowing it to see the bright sunshine on the sea again.