Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

There is still a lot of time, and she can try to get some information in the remaining time.

The small golden pendant in the shape of a birdcage swayed gently in Charles's hand, and the skeleton in the cage burned with purple flames.

The flames burned fiercely, almost enveloping the entire birdcage. In the center of the flames, there was a familiar shadow of a raven, but it was much smaller than the shadow he had seen in the sky before.

"(Guansu language) Quiet."

Charles spoke, speaking standard ancient Ansu language according to the phonetic notation, which was also one of the few words that Charles had memorized.

If he memorizes the entire dictionary next time, maybe Ciel will be able to roughly understand what the other person is saying.

Ciel's words didn't seem to calm the other party down at all, but Ciel was very patient and just waited quietly to see how long the other party could scream in his mind.

Just as Ciel was thinking about whether she should just take a nap to ease the dizziness a little, she saw her fingers flash.

The side effect [time disorder] began to take effect.

This distortion and flickering quickly spread to Charles' entire body. After a flash of silver light, a figure wearing a half-face silver wolf mask sat on the sofa, with pink tentacles and aura flashing deep in her pupils.

This incredible change temporarily calmed the struggle of the spirit in the cage and the screams in Charles' mind.

Charles took off the mask on his face and placed it on the table facing the table. Then he leaned back on the sofa, put his right foot on his left leg, and started swinging the birdcage in his hand with one hand.

"(Guansu language) Where are the people? Why is there no sound?"

Charles smiled and swung the necklace in his hand faster and faster. The golden pendant and purple flame left a circular purple-gold afterimage.

Sure enough, after Charles started swinging the necklace and mocking him, the shadow in the cage was silent for a while and then spread its wings.

The purple flame in the cage began to burn wildly, covering the entire birdcage.

In Charles's vision, the skeletons in the cage were disappearing bit by bit at a speed observable to the naked eye.

At this terrifying speed, it might only take a few hours for the holy remains in the cage to be completely burned out and lose their original effectiveness.

Moreover, the voices in Charles' mind became even more noisy. In addition to the ancient Ansu language, there were also several languages ​​that were definitely not the ancient Ansu language mixed in - this could be easily determined through [Language Lv.3].

"Anxious?"

pat-

Ciel chuckled, and as if playing with a yo-yo, he raised his fingers slightly and grasped the burning cage in his palm.

"Then don't worry,"

Ciel casually tossed the Substitute Relic to the spiritual creature still lying on the ground licking blood, and said, "Xiao Zuo, take it for a walk."

The palm monster that received the order raised its knuckles, spread out two fingers, caught the pendant thrown over with its palm with sharp teeth, and then shook off its fingers and drilled towards the blood-red vortex that was still floating in the air.

In an instant, Xiao Zuo entered the other world with the "Substitute Sacred Remains" containing the spirit consciousness of the sealed object.

A few seconds later, Xiao Zuo, holding the pendant in his mouth, emerged from the vortex of blood again, crawled to Charles' feet, supported his body with his fingers, and showed the pendant in his mouth to Charles.

"Good~"

Charles took the chain from its mouth and patted one of Xiao Zuo's fingers.

It's like the owner playing ball toss with the puppy, and rewarding the puppy for biting the ball back.

At this time, the purple flame in the cage was no longer as strong as before, and returned to its original state of calm burning.

And that annoying voice in Ciel's mind was no longer needed.

"Do you understand your situation now?"

Ciel clutched the Substitute Relic in his hand, staring at the raven silhouette at the center of the flames. He spoke slowly, "I have the power to keep you there forever... Stop struggling in vain."

"If you still want to live."

Charles no longer tried to communicate with the other party in ancient Ansu language.

In the previous simulation, the seals of the letters written by Charles in Ansu language could be detected and understood. Now that Charles, the "instigator" who had the initiative, would naturally not indulge the other party anymore.

"say……"

Ciel's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice lowered, and the pink tentacles in his pupils were wriggling wildly.

An indescribable feeling of oppression caused the flames in the cage to sway slightly.

The most important thing is that at this moment, Charles really has the leverage in his hand that will make the other party unable to resist.

After a while, a weak voice sounded in Ciel's head.

The language used is standard Ansu.

"What...exactly do you want to do?"

Listening to this unreal, weak voice that no longer had the same spirit as before, Charles knew that this might be caused by going around in circles in the other world.

This time he is honest.

But after hearing this question... the other party seems to be still very unconvinced.

What am I supposed to do? That's my question, right? What are you trying to do? Why are you targeting me?

Just as Ciel was about to ask a question, she saw her fingers begin to flicker abnormally, as if the virtual projection had run out of power.

"whispering sound……"

Damn [Time Disorder]...

Interrogation is something that should be done by the "instigator"...

The Instigator is so useful! I'll use it again next time I run a simulation!

The Instigator is so useful! I'll use it again next time I run a simulation!

The Instigator is so useful! I will use the Instigator again next time...

Charles kept repeating this sentence quickly in his mind, trying to hypnotize himself.

But with a flash of silver, Ciel's inner repetition disappeared.

Charles's long sky-blue hair fell down along her shoulders. She wore a slightly larger shirt and plaid skirt. At this moment, Charles sat on the blood-stained sofa, looking like a gentle and elegant young lady.

For Charles, it was just a brief flash of silver light in front of him, and it did not have any significant impact.

Without Kitty, Charles the Gambler would not be affected by the cultists.

She looked at the birdcage in her hand and said, "That's what I should be asking."

"You should introduce yourself first and explain why you came to me."

"In that case, I can consider whether your future destination will be to return to the Sealed Object or to the other world."

Charles spoke clearly, and his eyes glanced at the "Lucky Coin" left by Tara on the table. He suddenly felt an urge to take it in his hand.

For "gamblers", this thing is really hard to refuse.

However, Charles was able to control his inner impulse and did not take the coin directly.

After waiting for a while, perhaps the seal had compromised, Charles' mind finally received a response.

"'Touch of Fate's Treachery'... This is the name of my current vessel."

The voice had calmed down, and it seemed that communication was now possible.

"Touch of Fate's Treachery"? The name of the container?

Charles reached into his pocket. Although he had changed the save file, he did not take the things with him. The quill pen was still in his pocket.

Is that the name of this sealed object?

It says container...isn't it a spirit born from the seal itself?

"What is the ability of 'Touch of Fate'?"

Ciel asked.

"I can use it to find the person whose fate line has changed the most recently... and use the 'Touch of Fate' to adjust the fate line, making it move in the direction I envision."

"If the targeted person's behavior goes against the fate line I have adjusted, she will suffer misfortune. Otherwise, good fortune will favor her."

"Every time you modify the lifeline, the bloodline ink inside will be consumed."

Being locked onto by this thing without knowing it...it's really hard to guard against.

In the previous simulation, Lucy almost died because of violating her destiny, and it was only because of my presence that she was saved.

It was only with the help of his powerful and numerous seals that Opold was able to figure out the rules bit by bit, but he had no way to break the deadlock.

Moreover, the fate line can be changed at will... After the targeted person has fully adapted to the changed fate, the fate line will be adjusted, and the original luck will turn into misfortune in an instant.

"What about the side effects?"

Ciel asked, this was what she was most concerned about.

After a moment, a response came to Ciel's mind.

"I've never used up the bloodline ink, so I don't know the side effects."

Ciel took out his quill and looked at the tube of blood-line ink that was about half full.

Will there be no side effects before this thing is used up?

But Charles won't try it easily.

Generally speaking, the more powerful the seal, the more severe its side effects will be.

By the time the blood ink runs out and the side effects erupt, it’s too late to complain.

Charles had no intention of taking a gamble on something where he could find out the outcome in the system store after returning to reality.

So, it was because my fate had undergone a drastic change that I was locked in...

This kind of locking method is simply impossible to prevent...

Although it is impossible to accurately identify me, it does not rule out the possibility that someone will look for me in the future based on changes in fate.

"Since you said this seal is just a container."

Ciel returned his gaze to the quill, "So, what is your true identity?"

As soon as Ciel asked this question, the voice in his head completely quieted down.

After a long moment, a faint roar sounded in Charles' mind.

"(Guansu language) I am God!"

"(Ansu language) I am a powerful deity who has survived countless epochs... and you are merely a vessel carrying a fragment of me..."

After half-roaring a half-understood ancient Ansu language, the holy remains in the cage began to burn violently again. This time, the opponent seemed unwilling to cooperate at all.

Ciel frowned slightly.

Before, Charles had only guessed, but now he could almost conclude that the mental state of this spirit... did not seem to be normal.

Sometimes it spoke in an arrogant tone, sometimes in a humble manner, and often spoke to itself. It was only after Charles threw it into the other world that it calmed down a little.

But when it comes to certain key issues, such as what exactly it is, the other party will fall into a frenzy and no longer cooperate.

Charles only understood a little of what the other party said.

The opponent's spirit and consciousness are very powerful. If it is allowed to break free, it will be enough to crush me and make me unable to move.

Judging from the current performance, the other party has absolutely no intention of cooperating this time.

It was as if it no longer cared about throwing it into the other world.

A mentally disturbed spirit... This is not good news for Ciel.

She could indeed bring the feather pen "Touch of Destiny's Treason" directly to the system store, but she definitely did not have enough points to redeem it. If she wanted to investigate again, she would have to waste another simulation and let the other party fall into the trap again.

This is too much trouble.

Moreover, from the other party's ancient Ansu language just now, Charles heard the word "god".

Is its true identity related to gods?

Or is it a mental disorder related to the gods?

Now, Charles has basically mastered how to find the other party.

However, this method would greatly damage Charles' spirit and would also make her deeply bound to the evil cult of the Holy Advent, which was unacceptable to Charles.

Rather than getting hurt, she would rather speed through without getting hurt and without any worries.

Want to take a gamble?