The coachman found four pence and handed them to Lewis. He drove the carriage, clip-clopping along the cobblestone street towards the rising sun.
Lewis pressed down on his silk top hat, trying his best to appear calm, carefully controlling the subtle movements of his body as he recalled the information about Amon in the carriage.
Amon's nickname is the Blasphemer, and his hobby is pranks. If targeted by an Amon clone, it means more than one clone will appear.
It wasn't until he stepped into the Goddess Church that Lewis's hands and feet began to tremble, and sweat suddenly poured down his back.
As a Beyonder of the Wheel of Fortune Pathway, Lewis never ignored his instincts. If he wasn't mistaken, the so-called sister he encountered should be a clone of Amon.
Lewis didn't know if he had been tampered with by a probability curse, which was why he came to the Evernight Goddess Church, hoping to receive the Goddess's stabilizing influence.
The Evernight Goddess's followers were numerous and wealthy. Those well-dressed believers did not hesitate to take out several pounds in banknotes and put them into the donation box. Even workers with patched clothes tried hard to take out a sullied banknote.
Lewis put a penny into the donation box and spoke under the pastor's almost imperceptible look of disdain.
"Please give me a room. I want to offer my prayers to the Goddess in a quiet environment." Lewis tapped his chest four times in succession, outlining the Crimson Moon, and said:
"Come with me."
The pastor led Lewis to a dark corner of the church, into a room barely big enough for one person to lie down, and closed the door for Lewis.
Lewis took out three candles from his clothes and placed the black candle symbolizing the night on his left, and the red candle symbolizing the Goddess's Crimson Moon identity on his right.
Afterward, Lewis also took out the necessary items for the ritual—luck-infused dice, fate-spun thread, and used a silver dagger to carve out a closed loop of randomness, forming a spiritual seal.
As a Beyonder of the Wheel of Fortune Pathway, he possessed deep knowledge of uncertainty and chaos magic. His ritual skills were comparable to a Seer's, although governed more by chance, resonance, and recurrence.
"I pray for the power of the night;I pray for the favor of the Moon;I pray for the turning of fortune's wheel;I beseech the Goddess to sever the entanglement of chaos woven into me;Let the spinning stop, if but briefly…"
As Lewis finished the chant in Hermes, the candles pulsed with synchronized light—one flickering randomly, the other steady.
"No reaction… That means I haven't been cursed or manipulated. Or perhaps I'm just not worth Amon's attention."
Lewis sighed slightly in relief. It seemed he was just an insignificant piece on the board, not a card worth playing.
This was the Evernight Goddess's sanctuary, and the probability of Amon's monitoring here was close to zero.
With protection around him, Lewis grew bold. Since he had transmigrated into this world of mystery and chaos and gotten off to a rough start, why not try contacting Klein first?
After all, both of them were unlucky modern people. Maybe misery really did love company. If Klein hadn't taken hold of the Sefirah Castle, perhaps Lewis could stake his claim on a forgotten edge of it.
Dispersing the spiritual wall, Lewis rearranged the ritual and began chanting the incantation of The Fool:
"The Fool who does not belong to this era;You are the mysterious master hidden Above the Grey Mist;You are the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck;I pray for your help;I pray for your favor…"
No immediate feedback. That could mean it failed—or The Fool was… busy spinning his own wheel.
Truthfully, Lewis didn't want to challenge Klein over the Castle. As a low-tier Beyonder on the Wheel of Fortune Pathway, he knew his limits.
But then it came. A grey world unfolded before Lewis's eyes, the spinning hum of mystical cogs and ticking dials sounding in his ears, almost unbearable.
In the mist, he saw tentacles coiled around gears, rotating around one another.
"Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings…" echoed in the background.
The tentacles gently grazed Lewis, touching his spiritual wheel—then recoiled. Lewis, shrouded in fluctuating fortune, sank beneath the Grey Mist, the sounds fading.
"Klein hasn't taken over the Castle yet."
This answer brought him hope. The prayer hadn't reached Klein—but a dormant entity Above the Grey Mist.
Lewis grinned grimly. The wheel had landed on an unexpected number.
Once more, he prepared a ritual based on the "Qin and Han Sorcerer's Theory of Probability Echo"-'Quintessential Divination and Arcane Arts of the Qin and Han Dynasty'.The ritual similar to asking a god for a small pseudo-boon. and prayed in Hermes:
"Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings;Spinner of Wheels, Weaver of Threads, Dice of the Cosmos;Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings…"
Grey Mist reappeared. A distant castle corner teased him, but the closer he walked, the more the probability looped. He tripped and was flung back into reality.
"So I'm not qualified? Or is my Pathway incompatible? Is the Wheel of Fortune not in favor today?This damn fate."
Still, Lewis tucked the items away with a mix of frustration and understanding.
This hellish start hadn't given him a suitable cheat. How was he supposed to face Amon the Blasphemer?
"Being a gambler on this Pathway, one must accept both loss and gain."
Being targeted by a King of Angels's clone was not a good thing, even if this clone likely only had strength below Sequence Six.
Just as he finished cleaning up, he felt something stir—his Monster potion began to be absorbed again.
"Becoming something unpredictable... unknowable... Could that last outburst of defiance have fit the acting method?"
Realization dawned.
"Monster... a wild card. That's what I am. An anomaly in a rigged game."
"The acting method for the Monster Pathway is to be a monster not understood by ordinary people. Did my complaint about fate just now fit the potion's requirements?"
He had potential. With the feedback, Lewis gradually gained some confidence. He had mastered the acting method, and Amon didn't take him seriously. If he could lay low for a few years, perhaps he could find an opportunity to counteract Amon.
Amon hadn't crushed him yet. If he played his cards right—if he spun the wheel just right—he might turn the game around.
He was a descendant of the Abraham Family. Amon sought him out likely for Mr. Door's return, preparing for the future godhood ritual.
Perhaps, having a family and always went to the brothel irresponsibly wasn't entirely his fault either.
This reaction could be a characteristic of the Monster, or it could be that he had unknowingly been tainted by Beyonder powers.
After packing up the ritual items, Lewis noticed an abnormal burning sensation in his lower abdomen. He didn't know if it was a normal physiological reaction or a side effect of the "Monster."
As Lewis put on his top hat, a sudden deep crimson engulfed his sight. He found himself above the Grey Mist once more. This time, he wasn't alone.
Currently, none of these three had taken their seats, which meant Klein was likely visiting Sefirah Castle's divine kingdom for the first time.
Lewis blinked his right eyelid three times, entering spirit vision. He clearly saw the state of the three individuals.
Whether it was Klein or the other two, all three of their Soul appeared dark red, with slight differences in the depth of the red.
Three others were present. All eyes turned to Lewis.
No one had taken a seat yet. Klein looked confused. Audrey was slightly excited, and Alger watched with rising caution.
This indicated that all three were in a state of panic and unease, except for the lady, presumably Miss Justice. Besides panic, she also had a bit more excitement deep down
"Sir, where is this?" Audrey asked—but not to Klein. She turned to Lewis.
Alger didn't dare to speak, just looking at Lewis before him, vigilance rising in his heart.
Even as a Beyonder, he was somewhat lost in that moment. One moment he was on the sea, the next he had arrived in the world of Grey Mist.
How mysterious and strange this was. With the ability to summon them, Lewis before him might be a transcendental figure, an Outer One or God possibly on par with the Crimson Moon and the Earth Mother.
Even Klein, still digesting his new powers, looked at Lewis like he was a loaded die that had landed unexpectedly.
Even Klein, the culprit of the incident, was flustered. He had clearly only touched two red stars, so why were there three people present?
Just the day before, he was just a small employee. Everything that had suddenly happened was too bizarre and strange, making him wonder what kind of existence Lewis was.
Lewis blinked thrice—spirit vision active. All three had dark red spiritual bodies, tinged with uncertainty.
"Sir, do you need anything from us?" Lewis asked Klein calmly.
Lewis suddenly realized he had stolen Klein's thunder and only then slightly retreated half a step, asking Klein neither humbly nor arrogantly.
'Oh my ! What a pleasant surprise. '
After Lewis's reminder, Klein finally remembered his identity as the culprit, but facing Lewis, he was still somewhat apprehensive.
He thought for a moment, then slightly curled the corner of his mouth.
Klein finally remembered his role. Trying to suppress his confusion, he curled his lips and said:
"A test."
'Oh ? '
Lewis's face lowered, his features shrouded in shadow. Yet, if one dared to look closely, they would see it—he was grinning.
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T/N - AUTHOR NOTE
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—COUGH. Ahem. So… what just happened?!Lewis? My dear, sweet transmigrator? You're NOT supposed to accidentally steal the spotlight from KLEIN, THE PROTAGONIST! But hey—Fate? Nah, let's spin the Wheel of Fortune instead, baby!
Also, if you think this was wild—just wait till Chapter 7, when the plot eats itself, Amon shows up with a monocle bazooka, and someone ascends to godhood over a failed coffee order.
REMEMBER:✨ Fate is fake. Chaos is real. Monocles are a scam. ✨
If you read this far, you're either destined for greatness—or just as insane as me. Either way, welcome to the cult—I mean club.
P.S. Anyone got a spare sealed artifact? Asking for a friend.(T/N - "Amon is watching" into the void—then you owe me a Power Stone. 😌)
Drop a Power Stone now, and who knows?✨ The Wheel of Fortune may smile upon you.✨ The Fool might grant you a blessing.✨ Or Amon might prank someone else for once.
Either way, you win. 😈
Vote Power Stone. Do it for Lewis. Do it for the Chaos. Do it because monocles are evil.