"When I was alive, I was the Saint Son of the Empyrean race...and I was also the very first Empyrean Artificer. Each of those two titles, couldn't be inherited. You were either born a Saint Son randomly among all Empyreans and I was the very first Artificer because I was gifted with a curious and ingenious mind and my creations couldn't be copied by others no matter how much I taught them. However, I still needed my status as a Saint Son to be able to become an Artificer, the reason being the powers a Saint Son had that completed my Artificer Job." Atlan said.

Damon liked where this was going. Apart from Jata who seemed to be the most powerful previously, he had the impression that this Atlan was even more strong. From the way Atlan subjugated the troublesome lightning man, his strength was no joke and he did it by simply using an endless amount of swords. What else did he have up his sleeve? He couldn't wait to find out.

As for fusing with that unhinged reincarnation of his, he was afraid that his madness would rub off on him.

"Are you talking about the power of controlling Luck that every Saint Son has?" Jata asked.

"Yes, but Luck is the only power that is shared among the Saint Sons. Each Saint Son has another unique ability that is for them alone to use...and mine was a variation of Creation, Imagination Manifestation." Atlan said with a proud look.

"What's the difference with Creation if both use imagination to create anything from nothing?" Jata asked.

Atlan seemed stuck in his words, but his eternal smile resurfaced and he said, "Well, it's true, they are the same, but if imagination is the real source of your power the more intricate, intelligent, meticulous your imagined creations are, the better they will fare if they are put against other Creations."

The others felt that it was too hard to comprehend, so Mad Pill cut to the chase asking, "So how are you going to make them fuse? By imagining it?"

Atlan turned to look at Damon and asked, "You still have those 34 Lottery chances. Correct?"

"Yes." said Damon, not sure where this was going.

Atlan snapped his two fingers and a plain looking sword appeared in front of him. The sword was entirely yellow and seemed to be made of a physical yellow element.

Atlan directed the sword's tip to face Damon and then commanded it to stab the latter before any of the others could understand what was happening.

Jata tried to stop time, but the sword still continued to advance at the same speed as if unaffected.

Jata was starting to think that it wasn't normal for a master of time and space to fail two times in a single day.

The sword pierced Damon and then a pop up appeared before his eyes. He ignored it as he looked down at his chest to see a yellow sword halfway lodged inside it.

He looked at the pop up and then read.

[Cosmic Entity attempting fusion. Accept? YES-NO.]

He looked at Atlan and said, "You want this sword to fuse with me? To what end?"

Atlan then said in a nonchalant way, "You shouldn't be afraid. That sword is one of my oldest creations, the oldest to be exact. It has been absorbing my Luck Energy for the longest time. Now it is capable of generating its own Luck Energy. If you fuse with it, you'll understand what my plans are."

Damon decided to trust him. "System. I accept the fusion."

[Fusion commencing...]

[Scanning Cosmic Entity...]

[Cosmic Entity name : Sword of Providence]

[New kind of energy {Luck} detected. Incorporating it...]

[Empyrean Particles detected.]

[Empyrean Particles attempting Bloodline Overhaul. Stop it? YES-NO.]

"No. Let it do its thing." At this point, he couldn't go back anymore. Damon only hoped that he wouldn't turn into a sword.

[Bloodline Overhaul completed. You are no longer human. You are now an Empyrean Saint Son.]

[Cosmic Ability {Imagination Manifestation} acquired. No Clash with the Soul Cultivation system.]

[Surplus Luck Energy in great quantities detected.]

[Cultivation technique {Empyrean Providence Body} detected. Body Cultivation. Use Surplus Luck Energy to cultivate? YES-NO.]

"Yes."

[Congratulations, you are now a {Luck Bearer}]

[Congratulations, you are now a {Luck Emissary}]

[Congratulations, you are now a {Luck Giver}]

[Congratulations, you are now a {Providence Diviner}]

[As a Providence Diviner, anything or anyone you touch, you can see their fortunes and misfortunes and be able to change them as you see fit to certain extent, they are also imbued with a considerable amount of luck. When it comes to your own life, you can't change anything, but you are blessed by Providence. You will always be lucky and no harm will befall you.]

"Then how did this reincarnation of his die exactly if he had this kind of heaven defying luck?" Damon asked himself.

[New System Ability {Wish} unlocked. 1 Trillion Luck points can be exchanged for one {Wish}. You can ask anything from the System.]

[Some points have to be clarified. You cannot wish for Requiem Souls, only Requiem points and you can only get x2 Requiem Points per wish. You cannot wish for any other kind of Point or Energy or EXP. If that was allowed, then there would be no meaning to my existence. Only Requiem Points and treasures are allowed to be wished.]

[Luck Points can also be used to increase the winning rate of the Lottery.]

[New Status]

Name : Damon Kaze

Race : Empyrean

Title : Saint Son

Cultivation system :

Soul Cultivation {Realm : Soul Apostle / LVL 10},

Body Cultivation {Realm : Providence Diviner.}

Cultivation technique {Empyrean Providence Body}

EXP : 0 / 16,500,000

Soul Energy : 3026

Requiem Points : x1

Soul Points : 0

Luck Points : 4, 890,459,732,172

Lottery : 34

Abilities : Gravity {Legendary}, Imagination Manifestation {Cosmic}

Requiem Souls : x4 {Dungeon Master, Mad Alchemist, Empyrean Artificer, Tribulation Chaser}

As Damon opened his eyes, he realized that he was floating with yellow illusory wings on his back. He said to Atlan, "I think I now understand what you wanted to do."

Atlan nodded.

"System, redeem 3 trillion Luck Points for x6 Requiem Points." Damon said.

[Understood.]

-3,000,000,000,000

[1, 890,459,732,172 Luck Points Remaining.]

[You now have x7 Requiem Points in total.]

"Redeem the x7 Requiem Points for a Requiem Soul Fusion. I choose the {Tribulation Chaser}"

Damon said.