Chapter 11: The Change of Fate

Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

Those who wanted to pry into their own fate would definitely check whether their identity was real or fake.

Therefore, the past experiences that they had designed must not only be reasonable but also be able to withstand investigation. It would be best if they could not be checked at all.

If they had designed themselves to be nobles or commoners from the nine great empires, it would be very easy to find out that Lugh’s identity was fake.

At this moment, Lugh seemed to have thought of something.

He took out a purple crystal that looked like a rhombus from his dimensional pocket. The purple crystal was emitting a deep light, and there was a number “1” engraved on it.

This was what he had taken from Charles’vault previously. Charles had carefully kept it in an exquisite wooden box.

At that time, Lugh did not know what this crystal was nor what its function was. However, he thought it must be something precious for Charles to have kept it in such an exquisite box.

It wasn’t until he had accidentally flipped through a book in the library that he had found out that this amethyst had come from the heavens battlefield. Furthermore, it had been personally made by twelve human wise men. However, no one knew its specific function or the meaning of its existence.

With this item, Lugh could design himself a background at the heavens battlefield. The heavens battlefield was chaotic and filled with danger. No one would be surprised at anything that happened there.

Thus, Lugh began to compile his background.

As for his identity, he was an orphan. The heavenly battlefield was filled with orphans. He had been adopted by an old man. Under the old man’s nurturing, Lugh had gone through all kinds of battles on the heavenly battlefield and become a 1-star rune-master.

After he had become a rune-master, the old man left and let Lugh travel to the nine great empires…

Yes, the story was full of cliché, but there were basically no real problems with it. This kind of thing happened from time to time on the battlefield of the heavens.

I should have been lucky recently, right?

Lugh looked at the two clouds of fog floating above his head again, one gray and one pink. With the fate rune, Lugh naturally knew what these two different colored clouds of fog meant.

Gray usually represented danger, while pink usually represented romance.

The two clusters of fog intertwined together, indicating that these things were happening around the same thing.

Damn it!

Seeing this scene, Lugh’s expression was a little strange.

Why is my luck danger and romance?

Could it be that the assassination attempt on Berg will fail tomorrow?

What the hell is romance? Could it be that I will have another romantic encounter?

Lugh was bewildered. It didn’t matter if it was a relationship, but the danger made him a little surprised.

He was already so well-prepared. How could the assassination attempt on Berg fail tomorrow? What exactly was he lacking?

Lugh thought about it carefully and then planned how he could enter the palace. Of course, he could use invisibility to enter the palace, but his invisibility couldn’t be maintained forever. He would definitely be discovered.

He should use an identity that would not be guarded against to enter the palace. After assassinating Berg, he would be able to successfully escape without arousing suspicion from others.

Right, if I can use Celt’s identity to enter the palace, I won’t cause Berg to be suspicious and guarded

The image of Celt appeared in Lugh’s mind.

Celt was Berg’s good friend. He would definitely not attract the attention of others.

If he changed into Celt and let others think that it was his good friend Celt who had killed Berg, it would definitely cause shock to others.

It would also be very easy to obtain Celt’s identity. After all, it would be easy to assassinate Celt. After killing him, he would use the illusion runes to change into Celt.

Just as this idea was formed in Lugh’s mind, the gray fog above his head suddenly turned green, representing good order. This made him very happy, proving that his idea was correct.

The two golden runes of time and fate quietly floated in Lugh’s mind, like two noble emperors, with a circle of purple runes around their backs.

The golden runes brought even greater changes to Lugh’s body. The cells in his body were undergoing a crazy transformation, and his skin, bones, internal organs, and muscles became even tougher.

His originally thick muscles had shrunk slightly, but their density had greatly increased. At this moment, Lugh’s strength was at least ten times stronger than before.

The skin on his body had become as white and smooth as milk, and there was also a faint fragrance.

The biggest change was that Lugh’s brain region had expanded a lot under the effect of the two golden runes. The brain region determined spiritual power.

For example, his brain was the house, and his spiritual power was the people living in the house. If his brain was only 10 square meters before and could only accommodate one person, now his brain was at least 100 square meters and could accommodate seven or eight people.

His spiritual power skyrocketed. Like radar detection, he could sense a range of a thousand meters nearby.

With Lugh’s spiritual power, everything within a thousand meters of Dawn Inn could be clearly seen in his mind.

Outside, in the corridor, a maid pushed a dining cart and used a silver cover to protect the food. Inside were roasted chicken, salads, and some fruits. Lugh could even smell the aroma of the roasted chicken.

In the room downstairs, a middle-aged man and woman were crazily exercising. The man was covered in sweat, panting, and trying his best to move his lower body. Unfortunately, he was not strong enough. In less than a few minutes, it was over. The woman on the bed wanted more, so she scolded him in disgust.

At the reception desk on the first floor, the girl with long flaxen hair was resting her head in her hands and looking out of the window in boredom. As long as Lugh wanted, he could count the freckles on her cheek.

He could even feel the tiny creatures crawling slowly in the garden outside the Dawn Inn. A spider dangled from a leaf, a transparent thread hanging from its back.