Circle of Inevitability Chapter 708 - 708 Remnant Influence

708 Remnant Influence

Is this an ordinary mirror world? Lumian gazed at the dark, illusory paths around him that resembled a mosquito landing on a complicated spiderweb. For some reason, he felt a surge of fear, as if a colossal, warped, pitch-black spider could crawl out from the depths of this strange land at any moment and drag him and Franca into the darkness that symbolized destruction.

Is every illusory path connected to a mirror? Francas voice suddenly echoed in Lumians ears, so close he could hear her breathing.

Simultaneously, Lumian caught a whiff of a warm, sweet fragrance. His blood vessels inexplicably pulsed, and his body and mind relaxed slightly.

At some point, Franca had moved to his side, her eyes flickering as she surveyed their surroundings.

Lumian nodded slightly. In theory, yes.

No! Franca rejected her speculation. They might also be connected to some mysterious alternate space.

Thats right... Lumian recalled his understanding of the mirror world.

He exhaled and took a step forward.

I believe those situations should also be connected to mirrors, mirrors that belong to those mysterious alternate spaces.

Without waiting for Francas response, he pointed at the dark illusory path ahead and said,

Before understanding the mirror worlds coordinates and location, recklessly traversing this place is likely very dangerous. If were lucky, we might only end up at the wrong mirror and have no choice but to return to the real world. If were unlucky, well reach a mirror representing a dangerous place. When we leave, well have to face terrifying enemies. If were super unlucky...

At this point, Lumian paused.

Franca squeezed to his side and asked in a soft voice, What happens if were super unlucky?

W-well vanish from this mirror world forever. We wont be seen alive, and if were dead, our corpses will go missing. Lumian composed himself and took another step forward.

All of a sudden, he sensed the dark, illusory path morph into a massive vortex, tugging him into its depths.

Franca experienced a comparable sensation, her spirituality sending her a powerful warning.

They both stepped back in unison, evading the absorption of the fearsome vortex.

How treacherous, Franca sighed. Just getting close to these illusory paths without going further can make you plummet into an unknown mirror. Maybe we can only count on the luck of Winners in a situation like this. Lets hope our destination isnt too terrible. Uh, your Magnify or Compelling Fate abilities should come in handy.

Lumian nodded.

I initially thought the mirror world was closely tied to the spirit world, and teleportation would work here too. But from what I can see, while there is a connection, its not strong enough to enable my teleportation. Its not that I cant teleport, but its way too risky. Theres nearly a 100% chance of getting lost.

Without comprehending the abilities associated with the mirror world, I dont suggest using this place to ambush Moran Avigny, unless were aided by a high-level Demoness or a high-level Apprentice.

Noticing Franca nod pensively, Lumian sighed in relief and intentionally taunted, Have you recovered?

Huh? Franca was startled momentarily before her embarrassment morphed into anger. What other option do I have? When I use a ritual to seek aid from the Primordial One, Im inevitably impacted. Sometimes Im lured, sometimes Im in pain, and sometimes Im dejected, as if Ive temporarily developed a mental disorder. Sometimes I go rigid for a while, as if Ive been petrified...

Since officially joining the Demoness Sect, the Demoness of Black had shared extensive mysticism knowledge with Franca, particularly concerning prayers to the Primordial Demoness.

On such topics, the Demoness of Black explained: As the rituals host, the ritual itself granted a degree of protection. The extent to which she was influenced by the Primordial Ones overflowing presence was quite minimal. Once the ritual concluded, she would recover after withstanding it for ten to twenty seconds. The only thing to watch out for was the desires arising from their typical reaction to being entranced by the Primordial One. Their fading would be comparatively gradual, but what Demoness didnt have numerous lovers? There was no need to be overly concerned about this.

The longer Franca talked, the more forceful she became, even a tad aggrieved.

Thats a genuine deity. How can I possibly resist a genuine deitys overflowing influence?

If I werent the rituals host, I wouldve been unable to restrain myself and wouldve unleashed my primal instincts.

Franca couldnt suppress a chuckle at the reference to her primal nature.

Within the mirror world, she had consistently called the Primordial Demoness the Primordial One to prevent blasphemy.

After pondering for a moment, Lumian replied, Praying to a different genuine deity wont lead to anything comparable unless someone present is blasphemous.

Its the Primordial Ones fault for being in such a terrible state. Franca had already come up with the justification. Dont assume you can withstand it simply because youre an Ascetic. If you had been there and not the rituals host, I wouldve witnessed your primal nature erupt.

At this juncture, she appraised Lumian and grinned.

Its not like you didnt react. Were you worried you couldnt restrain yourself, so you purposely exposed me and created an awkward situation?

Subconsciously, Francas breathing turned labored again.

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Lumian scoffed.

When I got there, the scenes lingering effects hadnt fully dissipated, and a peculiar fragrance permeated the air. That was a genuine deity. How could I withstand even the tiniest bit of a genuine deitys overflowing influence?

He echoed Francas words.

Really? Is it merely due to the lingering aroma? Francas lake-blue eyes narrowed menacingly, as if challenged.

The aqueous light in her eyes resurfaced, glittering like shards of sunlight.

Lumian exhaled and stepped to the side, grasping Francas upper arm.

Ill send you back first. Jenna is waiting for you.

Were heading back already? Franca asked, surprised. Wont you explore the mirror world further and consider how to utilize this place?

I have a plan. Lumian tugged Franca away from the illusory tunnels spiderweb-like darkness.

As they returned to the quarry cave, Franca, her focus diverted, inquired, What plan?

While Lumian tried to activate the black mark on his right shoulder, he responded impassively, Contract ability.

He intended to establish a contract with a Beyonder creature possessing a mirror world traversal ability to acquire the corresponding characteristics!

Regardless, he hadnt determined which three abilities to contract this time. This could be one of them.

Youre right, a contract ability... Franca was thrilled.

She then noticed Lumian was still motionless. Comprehending, she murmured into his ear, Didnt you want to teleport? Why havent we departed? Does your Spirit World Traversal activation always take this long, or are you enduring something?

As Franca completed her sentence, the pair vanished from the gloomy quarry cave.

That evening, in Lumians rented apartment, the nearly one-

meter-long Furth Firefish was set on the dining table. Ludwig used a childs table knife to break through the charred and tough fish skin, cutting the fair fish meat into pieces.

Lumian glanced at Franca, who had donned a light-colored hunting suit, and noticed the Demoness of Pleasures gaze was elusive, brimming with embarrassment.

She appeared to be lamenting: Kill me! This is too mortifying. I dont want to live anymore!

Lumian, who had been feeling slightly embarrassed himself, smiled.

He mouthed to Franca,

Post-nut clarity is truly remarkable.

Despite Francas inability to lip-read, she still sensed Lumians ridicule.

Pleasure is detrimental! Pleasure is detrimental! Irrespective of gender, when thoughts of pleasure dominate ones mind, one will invariably engage in various actions that result in their own ruin!

How humiliating!

I dont want to live!

In that instant, Franca longed for a crevice in the ground to conceal herself.

Anthony, sitting silently at the dining table, glanced at Lumian, then at Franca, before looking away.

At last, Ludwig removed the inedible parts and sliced the fish fillets into three soup pots.

Franca sealed one of the pots with ice and stored it in her Travelers Bag for later use. Ludwig slid the other one to Lugano and spoke in a childish tone, Can we have fish fillet and clam cream broth tonight?

Sure, Lugano promptly agreed.

He made an effort to avert his gaze from Franca and Jenna, the two Demonesses, believing it was disrespectful to his boss.

From his viewpoint, these two Demonesses were probably the bosss lovers.

He couldnt help but marvel inwardly.

As expected of the boss. He really has Demonesses as his lovers, and there are two of them!

Back then, Emperor Roselle only had one.

After adding a generous amount of lemon juice to the pot of fish fillets, Ludwig slid them toward Lumian.

His intention was evident. He required the blood of a Mid-

Sequence Beyonder of the Hunter pathway.

How much do you need? Lumian inquired.

Enough to stir it up, Ludwig replied, acting as if this was the bare minimum.

Jenna frowned and asked, How much does each person need to eat to gain that permanent effect?

Ludwig answered innocently, Different physiques and Sequences need different quantities. Youll only find out when you actually eat it.

Lumian raised his eyebrows and poured the rest of Gardner Martins blood into the soup pot.

Noticing it was still insufficient, he used a ritual silver dagger to slice his hand and dripped 20 to 30 milliliters of blood into it.

Ludwig observed with anticipation.

Arent you concerned about corruption? Lumian asked with a smirk.

Ludwig shook his head. The quantity here isnt substantial.

Franca tried her best to act normally and remarked with amusement, Discussing toxicity without considering dosage is just playing the rogue.

Indeed. Ludwig concurred with Franca and stirred the fish slices in the soup with a spoon.

Gradually, the tender-white fish soaked up the seemingly searing blood, and the fish slowly started to brown.

Add some ice, Ludwig instructed Franca and Jenna.

The two Demonesses rose in unison and extended their hands toward the soup pot.

Drops of white frost condensed and descended like rain, noticeably slowing the browning of the fish until it ceased.

Ludwig leaped off his chair and dashed into the kitchen, returning with a few silver plates. He distributed seven to eight Ice Lemon Fish fillets to each of them.

Is that all? Jenna asked with a surprised smile.

If its not enough, you can have two or three more, Ludwig replied earnestly.

Jenna instinctively wanted to say something, but she refrained when she saw Ludwigs childlike demeanor.

She pointed at their plates and said, Did you request so much of Lumians blood just to eat such a small portion of the fish?

Why not prepare less and save the remaining half of the pot for tomorrow?

Ludwig hugged the soup pot in front of him and shouted, Mine!

... Jenna suddenly felt like a witch stealing candy from a child.

Hes definitely abusing his power... Lumian glanced at Ludwig and shook his head in amusement. At least you have some sense when it comes to food.

With that, Lumian polished off all the Ice Lemon Fish fillets on his plate.