Chapter 193: Choosing His “Clothes”

Chapter 193: Choosing His “Clothes”

Above the boundless grayish-white fog, inside the majestic ancient palace, Klein was in no hurry to begin his divination. Instead, he first responded to The Hanged Man Alger’s sacrificial ritual and brought the cane crafted from the Ocean Songster Beyonder characteristic before him.

“Sea’s Word… For some reason, that name feels a little nostalgic. Let’s keep it, then… It’s basically a comprehensively weakened version of Sea God Scepter, without demigod-level abilities like Lightning Storm or Tsunami… but its negative effects are quite numerous…”

As Klein recalled The Hanged Man’s description, he ran his fingers over the dark cane head inlaid with silver-white metal.

Perhaps due to the natural suppression of the mysterious space above the gray fog, this supernatural cane did not display any living traits. It lay there quietly, looking as though it were the most ordinary piece of wood in the world.

Klein gave a tiny nod and muttered silently to himself:

“Living traits are indeed rather troublesome for a mystical item, but looked at from another angle, they also mean it can be communicated with and negotiated with. The Die of Probability was such a nasty fellow back then, yet after receiving an education, didn’t it become quite obedient?

“Besides, under normal circumstances, I can just have a servant hold it. Mm, Winner Enzo is very suitable. Although he no longer has passive luck, he is constantly accumulating good fortune in preparation for crucial moments. Letting out a little of it won’t affect anything. That way, whether he gets tripped, falls, or is whipped, he can dodge smoothly enough without drawing attention.

“And if I think about it carefully, the cane’s pranks aren’t entirely useless. If I encounter another Marionettist, a Spirit World Plunderer, or a Bizarro Bane, and I lose the initiative and get initially controlled, slowing both thought and movement, it would be rather difficult to break free on my own. At that moment, if an uncontrolled cane suddenly lashes me or trips me to the ground, wouldn’t that successfully free me from the predicament?

“Sigh. When the negative effects of mystical items are used properly, they can become a great help…

“Of course, in a normal battle, this kind of prank will also bring unnecessary danger. How to balance it and how to avoid it will have to be explored through repeated use.”

As for the negative effect that made the holder more likely to be struck by lightning during thunderstorms, Klein did not care much. First, unless one was in a special region, thunderstorms were ultimately uncommon and did not need to be considered most of the time. Second, as a Seer, divining the day’s weather before going out was a standard operation. Lastly, if he truly could not avoid a thunderstorm, Klein could hand the cane to his marionette Enzo. In that case, even if lightning did strike toward the Winner, it would be drawn away by nearby lightning rods.

“I just hope I’m not that lightning rod…” Klein mocked himself with a smile, then considered the most troublesome of all the negative effects:

A supernatural song broadcast every six hours!

It made no distinction between friend and foe, and the effect was random. It was practically an area-of-effect weapon of mass destruction!

After thinking for a while, Klein decided to communicate with Sea’s Word and have the cane reduce how often it sang, or at least give a warning before it did.

“I had lunch early today. Counting the time, Creeping Hunger should be about ready to howl…” Klein thoughtfully removed the human-skin glove from his left hand and tossed it onto the empty area in front of the junk pile.

Then he picked up the dark cane inlaid with silver-white metal and threw it over as well. After that, he mobilized a small amount of power from the mysterious space above the gray fog to create a barrier capable of severing all sound and images, letting Creeping Hunger and Sea’s Word spend some time…