He didn’t have time to turn back. He quickly reached back, trying to grab the coin. The moment his palm touched the coin, his palm rapidly decayed and weathered. The coin passed through the palm, loose enough to scatter with a puff of air, landed on the tabletop, and began spinning.
What happened? Isn’t it supposed to automatically toss only at night?
And I didn’t trigger any misfortune rule at all? Why???
If this wasn’t misfortune, Oppold absolutely wouldn’t believe it. How could he, a dignified third-tier transcendent, make such a mistake?
The coin gradually stopped spinning on the table, wobbling. The penetrated spot on Oppold’s left hand was already covered by a layer of black armor.
He frowned tightly, watching the coin standing upright on the edge of the table.
It’s fine… Since birth, luck has always been on my side. Even a “Favored” couldn’t contend with my strong luck…
The coin fell. The rusty demon face faced the sky, its bloody smile seeming to mock.
“Fuck…” Oppold cursed.
His toes caught on a crack in the damaged wooden floor. His hands almost subconsciously braced against the edge of the table. Just that little push shifted the table forward slightly.
Just that tiny distance and vibration, the coin tumbled off the tabletop, fell vertically to the ground, bounced and flipped a few times on the wooden floor, and the eyeball angel side once again pressed against the ground.
“Ah?!” Oppold’s pupils constricted slightly. He looked incredulously at the rusty coin lying on the ground. He didn’t even notice a drop of sweat trickling down from his temple.
Oppold quickly bent down, scooped up the coin from the ground, put it in his pocket, and hurried towards the door.
He couldn’t be late. He had to return to the factory, otherwise, misfortune would stack!
Originally negligible misfortune might, under the circumstance of two consecutive tails, become the last straw that crushed him!
Oppold, initially wanting to crash through the door, suppressed his anger and astonishment at the last moment, carefully pulling the door open, afraid that too much force would damage it.
If the door broke, he didn’t have enough wages to compensate the landlord.
Outside, it was dim and gloomy, with light rain falling. The temperature had dropped considerably.
Oppold walked quickly down the road, stepping on the waterlogged black gravel ground, heading towards the factory.
He deliberately rented a place relatively close to the Church of the Savior Goddess to avoid their scrutiny. The factory was quite far from his residence; he had to run there.
But just as Oppold ran past a street, he gradually slowed down, his pace slackening.
The… people on the street?
Normally at this time, workers heading back after lunch break would fill the streets.
But Oppold ran all the way here without seeing a single person on the street. Even the shops along the street seemed to have closed their doors.
He looked back. The street behind him was also empty. Only the patter of rain and the distant roar of factory steam engines reached his ears.
Faint blue fluorescence quickly flowed over his body. Black armor emerged from within him, tearing through the dirty, cheap clothes, covering his chest and arms.
I clearly wasn’t late yet… Clearly misfortune wouldn’t be stacked and strengthened… Why?
The cheap clothes tore apart and fell to the ground. As if shedding this layer of restraint, he raised his hand and swept his rain-soaked golden curly hair back from his forehead.
“Who! Get out here!!!” Oppold’s voice was filled with fury. Whoever came today, he had to make them pay the price.
The other party seemed to hear Oppold’s words.
On the rooftop amidst the rain screen, a white shadow emerged, standing at the top.
“Heh…” Oppold looked up at the white shadow and snorted coldly.
“From the Church of the Savior Goddess? What business does your esteemed church have with me? I don’t believe I’ve violated any of your rules.” Oppold’s words were extremely impolite.
The Church of the Savior Goddess itself was a church with fundamental conflicts of interest with the nobility, otherwise, it wouldn’t have been suppressed so badly.
And Oppold, as an upper-echelon noble, wouldn’t pay much attention to the Church of the Savior Goddess.
If an “Ascetic” dared to block him, without the constraints of the misfortune rule, even if he killed them, the Church of the Savior Goddess could do nothing but condemn.
“If there’s no business, please don’t block the way.” Oppold gave the rooftop direction the middle finger and sneered, “Perhaps if I’m happy, I could a few pence to you, let your Goddess show me proper gratitude…”
The further Oppold spoke, the quieter his voice became.
Because, behind the white shadow just now, a black shadow slowly walked out, standing on the rooftop, quietly watching Oppold on the street below.
Black or white shadows of various forms and attire emerged from the rooftops and the four directions of the street, like ghosts in the rain, blocking every fork in the crossroads.
Where did this bring me? Is this still Berren City?
Or did the Ansu Holy See of the Church of the Savior Goddess directly relocate to Berren City? Why hadn’t he heard about this?
They came with ill intentions.
Almost without hesitation, the Molten Tower Shield reappeared in Oppold’s right hand. He held the shield vertically before him and charged straight ahead.
Break through the blockade first!!!
Oppold, like a humanoid bulldozer, charged towards those black and white shadows with his shield at extreme speed. The immense force plowed a ditch deep enough to hold water in the ground.
While advancing at full speed, Oppold’s body was gradually covered in armor, armed from head to toe.
He encountered no resistance throughout. Those black and white shadows were like paper, sent flying directly by his unstoppable force.
The moment he broke through the encirclement, he retracted the shield and continued running towards the end of the street.
Just kidnap a few civilians, and those ghost things won’t dare touch me!