Fate Trickster Simba unexpectedly jumped out of the rainbow, flipping through the air before landing gracefully. His landing wasnât that stable, however, and he fell onto his butt.
âWang Zhong, why are you so late tonight!?â The little clown floated in the air as he spun in a circle, dancing and expressing his joy.
âToday is my birthday, as well as the day I step into adulthood. Itâs fine if you donât have a birthday gift for me, but I never would have thought youâd forgotten. Come here! You lost yesterday, so let me pinch your nose now. Donât even think about going back on your promise!â Wang Zhong gave Simba a big smile as he waved him over. The only reason he was able to survive and persevere through these past ten years was because of Simbaâs presence.
The Fate Trickster played fantastical games of every description with him. During the first five years, they had gone through countless eccentric drills, such as learning the language of beasts and the cultural heritage of the olden days. In the final five years, the Fate Trickster would transform into all sorts of monsters to play with Wang Zhong. He truly deserved the glorified name of âShapeshifter.â With abilities like his, he would naturally want to make some bets with Wang Zhong. With a character like Simba, Wang Zhongâs dreamland had never been lonely again.
Simba subconsciously retreated. âCough cough. Brat, of course the Fate Trickster wonât go back on his word. Itâs just that we have more important things to talk about today.â Simba said this with a deadpan expression, but the more serious he looked, the more comical he appeared. As long as it wasnât during a trial by fire, Simba would always act in an exceptionally amusing and playful manner.
âYouâve already used this excuse many times before. But,â Wang Zhong said with a smile, 'since we can be considered brothers, Iâll listen to your so-called important matter once more.â
With a flip of Simbaâs hand, a three dimensional image appeared depicting a qi sea filled with vitality. Floating in the air, the qi sea was soon enveloped by a jaw dropping brilliance, as if it were being sealed. Afterwards, only a faint amount of qi could be detected from it.
Wang Zhong twiddled his fingers while giving the clownâs nose a malicious gaze. âWhy are you projecting my soul sea again? The consequences for ridiculing me are quite severe.â
âCough cough. Do you really take me for that kind of person? Be a bit more serious. This marvelous Fate Trickster has an important matter to talk about today,â Simba said with a roll of his eyes.
Everyone who awakened would possess a soul sea. The soul sea was the origin of soul power, and was the key to accessing the power of the hyperdimension. Naturally, the soul sea was merely a name, and the average personâs soul sea was only the size of a puddle.
Wang Zhong was different, however, as his soul sea had actually grown to the size of a sea under the continuous nourishment of the Fate Stone. It was just that the Fate Stone wasnât truly an existence of this world, and since it violated the laws of this world, the order of the world tried to destroy it. But the Fate Stoneâs power exceeded imagination. When the power of order and the Fate Stone collided, it had caused the Inca tsunami. Right now, these two fantastical powers were in a state of equilibrium within Wang Zhong. The seal on this power was similar to that of withstanding the tide in a science fiction blockbuster movie.
The hexagram, with the power of the worldly laws, had shrouded the Fate Stone. By coincidence, however, Wang Zhongâs soul sea had also been affected, bringing about a disaster to it. It was fortunate that Wang Zhong was a living being. Under the influence of these two contradictory forces, his negligible strength was like a rock that had been cracked open, allowing the grass an opportunity to live. Similar to that rock, a crack had appeared on the seal, which gave Wang Zhong a chance at survival. It was just that the leaked soul power was pitifully little.
During these last few years, Wang Zhong and Simba had tried their best to solve this issue. If they werenât able to resolve this issue, then there wasnât even a need to mention Wang Zhongâs future; he would never be able to cast his heroic soul. Moreover, Simba would never be able to break free from the fetters of the Fate Stone and complete his wish of entering the real world.
âWhat have you thought of this time?â Wang Zhong had spent a whole year hiding in the library, desperately searching for some solution to this problem. In the end, heâd turned up empty-handed. He feared that with the level these powers were on, no one in the world would be able to solve it, much less the Heroic Soul Academy. Moreover, he dared not wantonly announce his condition for fear of his safety, as most people would jump at the chance to dissect him.
âHow has your condition inside the fifth dimension been lately?â Simba asked.
Wang Zhong gave him a bitter smile. âYouâre still saying youâre not ridiculing me? Iâve already suffered ninety-nine consecutive defeats. At its peak, my soul power can only reach level 20. It would be useless even if I improved my techniques in the face of my opponentâs defenses. I wouldnât be able to break through it either way.â
As long as one ignited their soul fire, the average person would have soul power of at least level 50. As for geniuses, they would be able to reach level 100 and above.
âHehe. Have you already forgotten about my hyper god device? If you use my Fate Roulette, then you can change your fate!â Extremely pleased with himself, the Fate Trickster stuck out his waist and his nose trembled.
âAre you saying the Fate Roulette has already absorbed enough soul essence!?â Wang Zhong asked in surprise.
Simbaâs mouth widened into a grin. âYour opponents are becoming weaker and weaker. Their soul essence already have barely any effect. It doesnât matter, however. The glorious Fate Trickster has the means. Itâs time for Simba to reveal his true strength!â
After a moment of silence, Wang Zhong suddenly asked, âWhat price are you asking for?â
Simba smiled. âI am the magnificent Fate Trickster, what is such a small matter to me?â Simbaâs eyes twinkled as he spoke.
âHaha. I got it. Youâre afraid of me pinching your nose so youâre trying to trick me now. I already know youâre up to no good, just like Ma Dong. Forget about it. You donât need to feel anxious. Iâve just become an adult, so thereâs still plenty of timeâŚâ Suddenly, Wang Zhong discovered that his body was paralyzed.
Simba fished out a roulette from his pocket that was nearly as big as him. In a flash, the entire space was cast in light and shadows. âHow could you possibly compare the magnificent Fate Trickster to that hooligan. I am the great Simba!â
One half of the Fate Roulette was darker than a black hole, while the other blazed with light. Connected to the axle was a comical clown pointer⌠It truly resembled Simba, yet the pointer was only charge up by one third.
Simba had said before that once the clown pointer absorbed enough soul essence, the roulette could be spun once to alter fate. Unfortunately, it was clearly quite far off from its goal.
âSimba, stop messing around. We still have plenty of time!â Wang Zhong bellowed in rage, yet no sound was transmitted.
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âMwahaha. Wang Zhong, Iâll let you experience the grand power of the Fate Trickster soon. I, Simba, have made a judgement! If the pointer lands on the light side, your soul powerâs level will double. If it lands on the dark side, your soul power will be reduced by half!â The little clown beamed with a glittering smile while his big red nose proudly trembled. He held the Fate Roulette with two rigid arms.
Despite how anxious Wang Zhong felt, he couldnât budge a single inch. Having his soul power halved basically meant nothing to him; a dead pig doesnât fear scalding water after all. But if it was doubled, then it would be a complete transformation for his combat prowess. Indeed, Wang Zhong had a very clear understanding in regards to the demon known as the seal on his soul sea. Just how grave would the costs be?
His reasoning was simple. In order to gain something, something of equivalent value must be paid.
Towards Wang Zhong, who had always struggled against the odds with all his strength, Simba could only hold up both of his hands to cover his grimacing face. âSimba is really happy. I was able to come to this world and become friends with you. This is my birthday gift to you. Fate is like a wooden clubâlet us cheerfully beat it together!â
The Fate Rouletteâs clown pointer spun crazily in circles, almost as if it were about to explode. The entire world was bathed in a constant rotation of light and darkness. Gradually, the clown pointer slowed down. The dark area was clearly more attractive towards the pointer, however. Simbaâs forehead dripped with sweat because the pointerâs energy wasnât full, and it seemed that it would stop in the dark area. Suddenly, Simba stuck out his leg, stopping the pointer in the light area. The entire world began to tremble.