Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

A strange rusty coin struck a deep blue eyeball, making a crisp knocking sound.

"Ok?"

Opold pinched the coin in his hand, looked at the blue eyeballs on the dining table, and made a puzzled sound.

Then, Opold took out a small knife, cut a wound on the tip of his right finger, and held it flat on the rusty coin.

The blood drop condensed on his fingertips, and its surface tension was like a transparent film, trying to pull it back into the embrace of his fingers, maintaining that perfect round shape.

But the blood drop gradually expanded and began to tremble slightly on the fingertip.

Just when gravity was about to take over and tear the blood drop off, Opold suddenly turned the direction of his finger, and the drop of blood fell accurately on the "evil eye".

Blood dripped down the azure eyeball, flowing down the round sphere. At this moment, Opold said, "Evil Eye, is there any danger if I drip blood on this coin?"

Drops of blood flowed down the "evil eye" and were absorbed by the inferior wooden table. The surface of the "evil eye" was still as bright as new.

Seeing this, Opold raised his hand and wiped the blood from his finger on the eye angel on the front of the rusty coin.

The blood of extraordinary people has unexpected uses no matter where it is.

If you were to ask what is the most valuable part of a transcendent, besides the undigested potions and alienated body tissues in their bodies, the most valuable thing would be their blood.

However, blood also contains a lot of information, and giving away blood casually can easily lead to danger, so unless the extraordinary person is extremely poor, he will not choose to sell his blood.

Opold waited for a while, but the rusty coin didn't change at all. He frowned slightly.

After taking this seal from Lucy, he has never found any way to "contract" with it.

Or rather, I couldn't find any way to use it.

It just happens that at a certain time every day, it will automatically fall somewhere, but every day it is almost always one positive and one negative, and Opold has no clue.

However, the only thing that comforted him was that after killing Lucy, he felt that the digestion speed of his potion had accelerated... Even the physical changes that he originally thought were completely irreversible have now almost completely recovered.

He felt that his condition at this moment was better than ever before.

It’s just a bit of a pity that the “Evil Eye” will not respond to anything Opold asks about the rusty coin, as if it can’t see the coin.

This situation is very rare, at least so far, it has only occurred when Opold uses the "evil eye" to ask about the Queen.

Forget it... Lunch break is almost over, and he has to get back to the factory quickly, otherwise he won't be able to withstand the bad luck that comes.

The last time he fell into the furnace was still vivid in his mind. Fortunately, he was strong and had a tough physique, otherwise he would have turned into a pile of ashes long ago.

However, he recently found the pattern of the rules of bad luck and gradually got used to his current life. Although it was depressing, he could accept it as long as there was improvement.

If he maintains his current pace of life, no bad luck will come to him, and he is confident that he can find the person behind the letter.

It’s really great that there is no bad luck.

Opold casually picked up the "evil eye" and the rusty coin on the table and was about to put them in his pocket when his heart skipped a beat.

Just now, he felt the coin in his hand slipping from his hand in a very incomprehensible way and falling onto the table.

not good!

He didn't have time to look back, and quickly turned his hand to grasp the coin. The moment his palm touched the coin, his palm quickly decayed and weathered. The coin passed through his palm, which was so loose that it would almost fly away if blown, and fell on the table, spinning.

What's going on? Isn't it supposed to automatically throw itself at night?

And I didn't trigger any bad luck rules at all? Why???

If this wasn't bad luck, Opold would never believe it. How could he, a third-level transcendent, make such a mistake?

The coin gradually stopped spinning on the table and began to shake. The place where Opold's left hand was pierced was covered with a layer of black armor.

He frowned and looked at the coin standing on the edge of the table.

It's okay... Ever since I was born, luck has always been on my side. Even the "Fateful One" can't fight against my strong luck...

The coin fell, and the rusty demon's face turned to the sky, and the bloody smile seemed to be mocking.

"Oh shit……"

Opold cursed.

He reached out to take back the rusty coin that had fallen on the edge, but at this moment, a funny scene occurred.

His toes tripped on the gap in the broken wooden floor, and his hands almost subconsciously supported themselves on the edge of the table. With this support, the table moved forward a little distance.

It was just this tiny bit of distance and vibration that caused the coin to roll down from the table and land vertically on the ground. After bouncing and flipping a few times on the wooden floor, the eye angel side was pressed to the ground again.

"what?!"

Opold's pupils shrank slightly as he stared at the rusty coin lying on the ground in disbelief. He didn't even notice that a drop of sweat ran down his forehead.

Oh shit……

Oh shit!!!!!

Opold quickly bent down, picked up the coin on the ground and put it in his pocket, then walked quickly out the door.

He can't be late, he has to get back to the factory, otherwise the bad luck will pile up!

The originally insignificant misfortune may grow into the last straw that breaks the camel's back if the coin lands on the opposite side twice!

Opold, who originally wanted to break the door open, suppressed his anger and surprise at the last moment and carefully opened the door, fearing that he would damage it by using too much force.

The door was broken and he didn't have enough salary to pay the landlord.

It was dark outside, with a light rain, and the temperature had dropped a lot.

Opold walked quickly on the road, stepping on the black sandstone ground with water under his feet, heading towards the factory.

He deliberately rented a place close to the Church of the Savior Goddess to avoid being scrutinized by the Church of the Savior Goddess. The factory was far from where he lived, so he had to run there.

But just as Opold ran across a street, he slowly stopped and slowed down his pace.

Where are the people...on the street?

Normally, at this time, the workers would be returning home after lunch break, and there would be quite a few people on the road.

But as Opold ran along, he didn't see anyone on the street, and even the shops on the street seemed to be closed.

He looked back and saw that the street behind him was also empty. The only sounds he could hear were the patter of rain and the roar of the factory's steam engines in the distance.

A faint blue fluorescence quickly flowed over his body, and black armor emerged from his body, breaking through his dirty and cheap clothes and covering his chest and arms.

I'm not late yet...and bad luck won't be strengthened by stacking...why?

The cheap clothes were torn into pieces and fell to the ground. He seemed to be freed from this layer of restraint. He raised his hand and smoothed back the golden curly hair on his forehead that was wet by the rain.

"Who! Get out!!!"

Opold's voice was filled with anger. No matter who came today, he would make the other party pay the price.

The other party seemed to have heard what Opold said.

On the rooftop covered in rain, a white shadow walked out and stood on the top.

"Ah……"

Opold looked up at the white shadow and snorted coldly.

"The Savior Goddess Church? What does your church want from me? I don't think I've violated any of your rules."

Opold's words were extremely unkind.

The Church of the Savior Goddess is a church that has fundamental conflicts of interest with the nobles, otherwise it would not have been suppressed so badly.

As a member of the upper-middle class of the nobility, Opold would not take the Savior Goddess Cult too seriously.

If any "ascetic monk" dared to stop him, and if there were no restraint of the rules of doom, even if he killed the other party, the Savior Goddess Church could do nothing but condemn him.

"If you have nothing to do, please stay out of the way."

Opold raised his middle finger towards the rooftop and sneered, "Maybe if I'm happy, I can donate a few pennies to you, so that your goddess will be grateful to me..."

The further Opold spoke, the quieter his voice became.

Because, behind the white shadow just now, a black shadow slowly walked out, standing on the roof, quietly looking at Opold on the street.

Three... Four... Five...

Black or white shadows of different shapes and clothing walked out from the rooftops and streets in all directions, like ghosts in the rain, blocking every fork in the intersection.

"Damn..."

What the hell is this? Is this still Buren?

Or had the Ansu Church of the Savior Goddess Church moved directly to Buren City? How come he had never heard of this?

The visitor is not good.

With almost no hesitation, the Molten Tower Shield reappeared in Opold's right hand. He held the tower shield upright in front of him and rushed directly forward.

Let’s break out of the blockade first!!!

Rumbling--

Opold was like a human bulldozer, raising his shield and rushing towards the black and white shadows at an extremely fast speed. The huge force allowed him to plow the ground into a ditch large enough to store water.

As he advanced at full speed, Opold's body was gradually covered with armor, and he was armed to the teeth from head to toe.

He did not feel any obstruction throughout the whole process. Those black and white shadows were like paper and were directly knocked away by the force that he could not stop.

The moment he broke out of the encirclement, he retracted the tower shield and continued running towards the end of the street.

As long as I kidnap a few civilians, those ghosts won’t dare to attack me!

Opold ran forward at full speed, and soon he saw groups of people walking towards the factory on the street not far away.

They seemed to have not noticed the scene here at all. They were either talking and laughing or walking on their own, but they all tacitly avoided this passage, as if there was some invisible barrier here.

"come over!"

Opold swung his right hand forward, and the red-hot hook chain made of black armor was thrown out by him, heading straight for the workers outside on the street.

Boom-! ! !

Suddenly, the chain swinging in the air seemed to be caught by something and fell straight to the ground, making a dull loud noise and splashing sand and water.

In the shadows beneath the heavy chains, dozens of black and white shadows on the ground used shadow chains to hook the barbs of Opold's armor, just like subduing a fierce snake, dragging it tightly to the ground, making it stick to the shadows on the ground.

The loud noise attracted the attention of the crowd at the intersection ahead, and they looked into the street.

"Hey, what's that guy doing shirtless? He fell down!"

"Don't look at it. You're almost late. You don't want to have your salary docked, do you?"

"Hey, stop talking about this. You were docked a penny yesterday because you were a second late... Why don't you pay me a penny a second?"

"Oh, Tom, if you ever mention that again I'm going to kick your ass with my boot, I swear."

The factory bell rang, and the workers stopped chatting and quickened their pace to run towards the factory.

They couldn't see the armor on the extraordinary man, nor could they see the layers of black and white shadows behind him. All they could see was an unlucky guy falling in the mud.

And they will never remember why they took a long detour to go to the factory today. Today will only become an "ordinary day" in their memory.

"asshole……"

Opold quickly turned around and looked at the dense shadows behind him, and felt his scalp tingling.

I'm already late for work, and bad luck... has begun to accumulate quietly, and with the help of the coin, it is doubling.

He couldn't escape.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Opold's sanity was almost swallowed up by anger.

I'd endured for so long, and everything was proceeding step by step according to plan, but why? Just when everything was on the right track and I was about to succeed, it was ruined by a church that I had never even looked at.

He is not willing!

"Do you know who I am?! In the name of Thaddeus! I swear you will be punished for what you have done!"

Opold wanted to move, but the chain on his right hand was firmly pulled to the ground, as if it were tied to a hook and chain, and he couldn't move at all.

Click, click, click...

A sound of footsteps came from behind the shadows, and the shadows made way for Opold to see the person coming clearly.

It was a thin figure with the upper body covered by a cloak.

She slowly took off her hood, and her long pale hair fell along the cloak. The ends of her hair were wet by the rain, revealing the dark green color underneath the white hair.