Published at 9th of August 2023 9:37 am

Chapter 598

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The bodies of Darla and Kiran shook slightly. They contemplated their options given the circumstances and found that... there was indeed no way to escape should anything go sour.

Darla thought rapidly and raised a hand. "Wait!"

Darius who had not even made a move, simply watched the two of them panic with amusement. He then heard the woman's cry and nodded for her to continue.

Darla licked her lips and began speaking quickly. "Well, ya do remember how I am quite tha lucky girl, right"

Darius rubbed his chin. "That's right, you found some great items previously and it also allowed you to survive the slaughter back then. What does it have to do with me"

Darla raised her hands carefully, like someone submitting to an arrest. "Well, it was ma luck that brought me here. It gave me tha feelin that something beneficial would happen to me and 'im if we stayed."

"Oh" Darius muttered now interested.

In truth, he hadn't wanted to hurt them, knowing her Luck, he thought about recruiting her into his faction for old time's sake, which would have certainly benefited her greatly.

Now that he thought about it once, he was wondering if it was his own conscious choice or the influence of Luck upon him. Well, there was a simple way to test it out, wasn't there Since the aura of Luck on her screamed a beneficial event, he would just do the opposite.

Darius wondered what Lady Luck would do if one of her agents or favored ones were killed contrary to her plans/machinations.

With that in mind, he simply stomped on the gourd as a lance formed from the sand, which he grabbed and pierced out immediately. Neither Kiran nor Darla were fast enough to respond as the lance pierced the woman's chest and destroyed her heart.

She stood there in disbelief, looking at the metal piercing her body then the one wielding it, over and over again, until she crumpled to the ground, dead as a doornail.

Kiran simply stood there, flabbergasted and in shock, at the chain of events. One moment, Darla was explaining why they were here and everything seemed to be relatively stable and the next, she was stabbed through the chest.

Darius ignored both of them as he checked his interface to see any changes.

[Warning! Detected that the host has killed a Paragon of Luck. Since they are of the Intermediate Order, you will undergo an Intermediate Luck tribulation. Please be ready.]

Oh So there was actually a punishment for those who killed a so-called Paragon of Luck, but it was a tribulation of Luck So what, a person would go through heaps of bad luck for a while

Darius checked and saw that his Luck had been reduced by 100 points, which was the minimum of what a Paragon of Luck of the Intermediate Order had.

To a normal person, this would be a disaster as they would have around -90 Luck assuming they had been born with the standard 10 points of Luck. At that point, even messing with a rat the wrong way could see you in a ditch.

However, for Darius, who had 880 points of Luck previously, it was a joke. It changed virtually nothing, which went to show how the punishment for killing lucky bastards worked in Faust.

Yet still, Darius was displeased, despite the fact that he was smiling while rubbing his chin. He found the idea that killing someone with high Luck warranted a punishment ludicrous.

The stats of Faust were governed by the laws, but it seemed that only Luck had been arrested by something or someone that saw fit to share it how they wanted.

Darius made a mental note to discover who or what they were and tear them down from their lofty position. He would be a far better judge of Luck compared to the current ruler.

Whatever the case, he finally noticed that Kiran was sobbing as he repeatedly tried to stab him with a black dagger, the weapon simply clanging off his skin without even leaving a white mark to show for its efforts.

Darius was left speechless by this and shook his head. He then pressed down the top of Kiran's head, sending him crashing into the earth like a missile, smashing his bones into dust.

The Elf died immediately.

Darius then manifested two drops of Lunar Dew and tossed them into the mouths of the two corpses. He had long known that basic Lunar Dew had the ability to revive the dead, but he had never actually tried it before.

He watched as the two bodies shone with a purple light and began to seize and shudder like someone going through an intense fit of epilepsy. Eventually, the damage done to both of them was healed, and their eyes regained color as they rose to their feet.

They rose like zombies at first, but became more and more flexible as they came to, until they were clutching their heads in pain as if they were waking up from an intense hangover.

However, Darius could see that this pain was from the forceful recollection of their True Souls back to their bodies. Wherever souls would go to after death in Faust, Darla's and Kiran's had been on their way there when they got suddenly dragged back at terminal velocity them smashed into their original bodies.

It was no wonder they felt like shit.

"Urrghh… what happened" Darla asked no one in particular as her head ached.

"Errmm. I think we both got killed. Is this Hell" Kiran, who was a bit soberer between the two, replied as he looked around slowly.

When he saw Maximo still standing at his counter, dazed as he processed information, and Darius, watching them with an intrigued smile, his sloppiness was washed away immediately as coldness filled his heart.

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