Of course, the "Lucky Wheel" still had negative effects.
The negative effect of the "Lucky Wheel" was that after the holder used the "Misfortune" ability, they would likewise encounter bad luck.
However, this misfortune was delayed and lower in intensity.
One could only say that the School of Life truly had the means, while upgrading this weapon, they hadn't increased the negative effects.
Silas glanced at the corpses on the ground once more. After confirming no one was left alive, he walked to the deepest cell.
"Roy King?"
Sensing the Beyonder aura within, he called out tentatively.
"Cough, cough..."
The person inside slowly approached.
Just as depicted in the portrait provided by the portly pharmacist Darkwill, he looked quite young, wearing framed glasses and appearing refined and scholarly.
Roy King.
"You are...?"
This Beyonder, whose actual age was at least over sixty, asked hesitantly.
"Councilor Ricciardo from the School of Life commissioned me to find you."
Silas waved his arm, cutting through the bars. "Where's the dice?"
"The dice should be in the Governor's safe."
Seeing the "Snake of Mercury" mark on his revolver, Roy King's expression relaxed slightly.
"I overheard the guards chatting."
"Good."
Time was pressing.
Without wasting words, Silas reached out and pulled him from the cell, instantly healing his injuries with flesh magic.
He said briefly, "Follow me."
As an "Apothecary," Roy King clearly felt his body healing, and just as clearly felt that what healed him was some purely evil power of flesh.
He flinched but ultimately stepped across the slippery floor to follow Silas.
Silas walked toward the dungeon exit. The shadow beneath his feet spread out, flowing like water into every cell.
"Click!"
The cell locks were torn open by invisible force, and the prisoners' bodies were healed.
Their eyes glowed gold as they stood in place, falling into hypnosis.
Although Silas had saved them, he didn't want them escaping immediately, lest they cause a commotion and draw attention.
The two advanced quickly.
Using "psychological invisibility," they broke into the Governor's Mansion's main building and, through interrogating a captured guard, confirmed the Governor's study and located the safe hidden behind a painting.
"Swish!"
The deep, pitch-black blade of spirit and flesh easily cut through the thick safe's shell, revealing its contents.
Inside was a large pile of gold bars, documents, and jewels that glittered in the sunlight.
"This is it!"
Roy King wasn't attracted by the treasure at all. He searched diligently and finally retrieved a dusty ring box from the corner of the safe.
Opening the lid revealed a milky-white six-sided die, with the number facing up showing 4 dots.
"Not awakened, thank goodness..."
Roy King breathed a sigh of relief, carefully closed the lid, and tucked it into his chest.
But Silas wasn't so polite.
The shadow beneath his feet spread upward, instantly swallowing all the valuables in the safe.
"Let's go."
He said in a low voice, leading Roy King toward "Elaine's" hiding place.
So far, everything was going smoothly.
Although the Governor's Mansion's defenses were tight, that was only for ordinary people and low-sequence Beyonders.
After all, he was already a Sequence 4 demigod, such measures naturally couldn't work against him.
The only thing that could affect him was another demigod.
It's just a guest room. Surely it can't be more dangerous than the dungeon, right?
Silas thought to himself as he arrived at the second floor of the Governor's Mansion's rear hall and pushed open that door.
"Creak..."
"Who's there?"
Upon hearing the door open, the woman inside turned her head, and her gaze collided with Silas's.
At the same time, on the distant seas.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Waves towered to the sky as two streams of dark water surging in different directions collided.
Under the lead-gray canopy, lightning transformed into a dense forest, weaving a poem of destruction in the air.
Aquatic creatures trembled, sensing two majestic kings confronting each other.
Jahn Kottman's thin figure floated between the waves and sky, lightning circling him in submission.
His gaze searched through the clouds, seemingly trying to find the source of another presence.
"The Sea King's power really is formidable..."
Klein gripped the "Sea God Scepter" and muttered to himself.
Even across the gray fog, that Sequence 3 seemed so difficult to resist.
Fortunately, his true body wasn't at the scene, he was merely using the scepter to project his power from afar.
"The spirituality consumption is a bit high, but I should be able to hold on for a while longer... I wonder how Silas's doing."
He even had the leisure to ramble in his thoughts.
But just then, a special light point on the bone scepter lit up.
"Hmm?"
Klein noticed that light point. It was one he had specially marked, a believer of significant value.
Kalat, the leader of the resistance forces on Blue Mountain Island.
The intelligence about "Elaine" this time had been reported by him.
At this critical moment, he was actually taking the initiative to pray, seemingly with some important intelligence to convey.
He has new information?
Klein extended his spirituality and touched the light point.
Soon, the image of the supplicant appeared before his eyes: a fierce-looking bald man in a wheelchair, head bowed, voice trembling as he said:
"Great Lord Sea God, we made a mistake, Elaine isn't at the Governor's Mansion.
She's hiding in Bayam's Intis Embassy!"
"The woman at the Governor's Mansion is someone else!"
After seeing the face of this woman clearly, Silas couldn't help but freeze slightly.
How is it her?
How could it be her?
The Governor's Mansion guest room was quite luxuriously decorated, complementing the striking, elegant face of the woman opposite.
She had bright red hair and the bearing of someone in a position of power.
She clearly wasn't the so-called "Elaine," but another person Silas recognized.
Sophia Einhorn!
The Third Princess of Feysac!
"You..."
Seeing him, Sophia's expression also showed great surprise.
Because Silas was currently wearing "Alexander Gascoigne's" face, which was different from the one she'd known before.
While he could recognize her, she didn't know he was an old acquaintance.
"Blood Reverend!"
She called out softly.
Silas had thought Sophia Einhorn would be frightened by his infamous reputation.
But unexpectedly, after a brief moment of surprise, her face actually showed delight as she stood up from her chair.
"Please help me! I'm willing to pay!"
She said urgently.
Huh?
Silas was somewhat taken aback by her request. He frowned slightly.
"What do you want?"
"Take me away from here!"
Sophia said, "I'm trapped!"
Trapped?
Silas suddenly had an ominous premonition. He quickly turned, pulling Roy King aside to dodge.
"Boom!"
The next moment, a powerful blast of wind pressure suddenly tore through the door!