Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Following three soft chimes, the Wheel of Fate disintegrated into countless points of light and vanished.
In its place, three glowing orbs materialized before Eren—two blue and one white.
Huh?
A jackpot?
Seeing this result—a rare two blue orbs and one white orb—Eren was stunned.
What kind of luck was this? A miracle on a single draw?
Could it be that I secretly have the "chosen one" gene?
Eren, who had been feeling down moments ago, was now elated by the sight of the two blue orbs.
Risking his life to earn those 300 Fate Points suddenly felt worth it.
Without hesitation, Eren reached for the white orb first.
Better to save the best for last—leave the blue orbs as the grand finale.
Pop!
As the white orb burst, what appeared before Eren was... a grenade.
A grenade identical to the one he'd received before.
Eren: "..."
It seemed he was destined to ignore George's warnings.
After all, how could he resist using something so practical?
Besides, it wasn't his fault—it was a reward from the Wheel of Fate!
Right?
As Eren habitually pocketed the grenade, he froze, his expression shifting.
He pulled a small bundle of silver threads from his pocket.
A cluster of shimmering, silver-white threads wound into a ball.
This wasn't just any thread—it was the fireproof strand Eren had taken from the melted-faced spider's corpse.
"Why is this thread in my pocket?"
Eren knew that his current presence in the space of fate was purely spiritual.
Though he appeared as he did in the real world, even wearing the same clothes, it was all a manifestation of his subconscious.
In truth, his real clothes and possessions couldn't follow him here.
He'd tested this countless times before. Only items obtained through the Wheel of Fate could exist in this space.
And yet, the silver thread—clearly an external item—had followed him here.
How could this not shock him?
Could it be that this silver thread was an extraordinary item of some kind?
Fascinated, Eren instinctively picked up the silver thread.
At that moment, the ethereal image of the Wheel of Fate hanging above the River of Destiny emitted a beam of white light, illuminating the silver thread.
Ding!
An instant later, a stream of information about the thread entered Eren's mind:
Ding!
Appraisal Complete: Congratulations, Host, on acquiring the extraordinary item—"Poisoned Threads of Resentment."
Poisoned Threads of Resentment: Formed from the resentment of a young girl betrayed by her lover, who was turned into a monster while alive. After her death, her lingering hatred coalesced into this thread.
Remark: A young girl's love is the most beautiful thing in this world. But when that beauty is shattered, and boundless love falls into despair, it becomes the sharpest weapon.
Trait 1: When imbued with spiritual energy, the Poisoned Threads can transform into a razor-sharp "spear," capable of piercing any armor and converting pure love into a venom that devours flesh and corrodes the soul.
Trait 2: The threads can grow stronger by consuming flesh and souls. The more it devours, the more powerful it becomes.
Trait 3: Faithless Shall Perish! Once every 24 hours, the threads will absorb a sliver of the host's blood. If it detects the aura of a betrayer, it will inject accumulated poison into the host.
Evaluation: Before using it, you should ask yourself—are you into netorare?
How powerful.
Eren's eyes widened as he read the information.
When imbued with spiritual energy, the Poisoned Threads could transform into a weapon capable of cutting through any armor, turning love into a deadly poison to devour the body and soul.
If the thread weren't so short, its armor-piercing trait alone could make it a highly coveted extraordinary item.
Not to mention its growth potential.
Of course, its third trait—a glaring drawback—might make others undervalue or outright reject it.
After all, the constant risk of backlash wasn't something everyone could accept.
But for Eren, this wasn't a concern.
Without hesitation, he channeled a sliver of spiritual energy into the Poisoned Threads.
Instantly, the threads became an extension of his will, shifting between soft and rigid, long and short. In his hands, the threads took on countless forms with ease.
What a treasure!
After experimenting for a while, Eren transformed the threads into a ring and slipped it onto his pinky finger.
With that done, he turned his attention back to the two blue orbs before him.
The Poisoned Threads had been an unexpected boon, but Eren hadn't forgotten the blue orbs, which were likely the real prizes of this draw.
Reaching out, Eren crushed the lighter blue orb.
Ding!
Congratulations, Host, on acquiring the starting potion for the Assassin Path—"Assassin."
The starting potion for the Assassin Path?
"What???"
Staring at the potion in his hand, Eren couldn't help but recall a famous line from an emperor:
"The taste of witches is truly divine!"
The memory sent a shiver down his spine, goosebumps rising all over.
"Ugh, what bad luck. Was the surprise of the Poisoned Threads enough to drain all my good fortune?"
Muttering curses under his breath, Eren frowned and pocketed the potion.
(End of Chapter)
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