Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

A plan had already formed in Ciel's mind.

If this continues, the other party will definitely be able to break free from the cage before the simulation ends.

I have to take a gamble.

Thinking of "gambling", Charles's mood became slightly higher.

The other party is not cooperating?

There might be a way for the Charles to learn its identity from somewhere else.

Spiritual calling.

What is summoned by spiritual calling has a certain correspondence in the other world.

Any spiritual creature in the other world that has an affinity or good impression of Charles can be summoned.

For example, Xiao Zuo likes the fingers of the extraordinary and is very friendly to Charles. As long as Charles sacrifices the fingers of the extraordinary, he can summon Xiao Zuo stably.

Since that spirit is not cooperating.

If we try to sacrifice this powerful spirit, will it summon spiritual beings that are interested in or related to this spirit?

Although spiritual creatures generally have low IQs, some can still communicate - such as the "servants of God" of the previous Holy Advent Sect.

That "servant of God" was summoned by a supernatural being related to the Holy Advent Sect. It was a spiritual creature that had a good impression of Charles and could even write and think simply.

If I take a gamble and sacrifice this spirit...

The bet was lost.

At worst, you can take a few days off and try again.

Won the bet?

Then she could bypass direct communication with the other party and obtain some information from the spiritual creature.

No matter how you look at it, this is a gamble with no investment and huge profits, and there is no reason for Charles not to take a gamble.

She fixed her eyes on the "Good Luck Coin" on the table.

Lucy's remaining arm held the "Lucky Coin", and her torso had turned slightly purple.

Ciel simply reached out, broke off the fingers of Lucy's stump, touched the "Lucky Coin", and picked it up.

Use the "Strong Luck Coin" to gamble, if successful, it will increase the probability of summoning a useful spiritual creature.

As for failure?

It's just fate.

Gambling with my life is what I am best at.

Because I have many lives.

The "Gambler" Charles simply bent his thumb slightly, flicked the coin in his hand, and then stretched out his right fist.

The rust-colored coin traced a graceful trajectory in the air before landing steadily on the back of Charles' hand.

The eye angel was facing upwards, looking directly into Ciel's eyes, as if affirming her gambling nature.

Now her luck has improved. If an ordinary person encounters this situation, he will definitely stop in time, take the existing benefits, and then use those benefits carefully or squander them... But this is not a "gambler".

Or, nothing.

Or, everything.

This is how a "gambler" should think.

Without a moment's hesitation, Charles threw the heads coin and once again grasped the "Lucky Coin" tightly, then flicked it directly towards the table.

The coin drew an arc, spun and landed on the table, spinning continuously.

The rotating afterimage made it look like a small rusty ball, and then the rotation speed gradually slowed down.

The moment the coin's rotation slowed down, Charles stood up and picked up the carving knife. When she cut her wrist with the carving knife, the coin stopped on the table with vibration and buzzing.

Eyeball angel, facing the roof.

pat-

Sharpin held her arm up, letting the blood drip from her wrist.

Xiao Zuo, sensing something was wrong, had already retreated to the side, and the blood that it had not yet licked turned into blood threads and flowed towards Charles.

The pendant in his hand was thrown to the ground by Charles, and it landed steadily in the center of the blood formation.

Surrounding the "Sacred Relics" and the powerful spirit, a blood formation that had never been seen before was gradually taking shape in front of Charles. At this time, Charles uttered a few words that she had never heard of before.

Before improving her [Linguistics], for Ciel, the words she didn't understand were like listening to a book. But now, after hearing these words from Ciel's mouth, she could actually vaguely understand the meaning of one of them.

One of the words seems to be related to memory.

Charles' words did not affect himself or Xiao Zuo.

However, the sealed spirit in the center of the magic circle gradually became crazy after hearing these words.

Ansu language, ancient Ansu language... plus various languages ​​that Charles had never heard of, exploded continuously in Charles' mind. They seemed to be a complete sentence when connected together, but the language system was completely disordered.

Even scholars and masters who are proficient in these languages ​​cannot understand what these crazy languages ​​represent without a period of translation.

But from those increasingly frantic words, Charles could sense that it already knew its own death was approaching...

The blood formation gradually took shape, and the blood threads completely wrapped around the entire "Sacred Remains of the Dead". Countless silk threads penetrated through the cage and drilled into the interior, actually directly wrapping around the spirit.

The flames of the holy remains were burning wildly, forming a purple bonfire in front of Charles.

The specially made extraordinary cage on the outside began to gradually crack, and a raven was released.

But before its shadow began to expand, countless blood lines wrapped around it dragged it into the blood-red vortex that was gradually forming in the air.

The raven's phantom was dragged into the bloody vortex with a mournful wail, and no trace of it was seen anymore.

The blood-red vortex swirled slowly, as if digesting the sacrifice.

Finally, the vortex slowly expanded to half a person's height, and a "hand" like a pool of dark purple mud stretched out from the vortex and pressed on the table.

Then, the head, torso, limbs...

A strange, muddy monster covered in dark purple mud crawled out from inside, emitting a strong psychedelic fragrance.

Its appearance was like an extremely hunched old man, with its slender forelimbs supporting the ground, and a bunch of wriggling short purple tentacles under its torso. Its head had no eyes, only a dark green brain that emitted a faint green fluorescence, like a tumor.

Almost at the moment it appeared, Charles began to have uncontrollable hallucinations in front of her eyes. In her eyes, all the furniture around her was collapsing and distorting, combining into things that had no original appearance at all.

Only extraordinary items such as the "Coin of Good Luck", "Evil Eye" and "Touch of Treachery" can maintain their original appearance in this distorted world.

The summoned spiritual creature just stood on the table, letting the purple mud on its body fall onto the table.

It had no mouth or eyes on its face, but the pheromones accompanying the smell it emitted seemed to make Charles understand what it meant.

Are you ready?

Ciel could sense that this was what the other party wanted to express.

Ready for what? Ready for what?

Whether you win or lose depends on this one time. If a gamble can be fully prepared, it is not called a gamble.

I'm ready.

Charles conveyed this message to the spiritual creature.

After Charles conveyed this instruction to the spiritual creature, the mud that fell on the table began to burn.

A large amount of lavender smoke floated out from the mud, swirling in the living room, forming a huge smoke-like raven.

At this moment, an extreme feeling of sleepiness attacked Charles' brain.

what happened……

This hypnotic feeling reminded Charles of the time when he was a "gambler" and was brainwashed by Kitty.

Charles only had time to hold all the extraordinary objects on the table tightly in his hands, and then he fell onto the sofa, his body slowly lying on the sofa, and gradually lost consciousness.

When Ciel regained consciousness and opened her eyes, she saw a space filled with purple mist.

In this space, there are countless circular halos composed of orange, blue and white, distributed in front of Charles' eyes.

Charles looked down at her hands. At this moment, she could no longer use any extraordinary abilities. This feeling... made her feel a little familiar.

She seemed to have felt the same thing in the space where the system saved the archives.

Is this my own consciousness in action?

This space is...

Ciel tried to call the system, and the familiar interface appeared in front of her, which made her feel a little relieved.

Fortunately, the system is still usable and the problem is not serious.

Does this mean I won the bet?

What is in front of you is the "reward" for winning the bet?

Charles walked forward slowly, stretched out his hand, and touched the first ball of light directly.

The ball of light exploded in front of Charles, and everything in front of Charles changed.

The purple mist in front of her had become an endless night sky. Without the haze from the factory, even the stars seemed so shining.

She was flying in the night sky.

Ciel tried to move her "arm", but found that she could not control anything.

And her perspective couldn't move freely, it was like... she was watching some first-person animation.

Soon, Charles saw his perspective begin to dive down towards a black castle and landed steadily on the window of the huge castle.

Ciel lowered her perspective and saw the black and blue feathers on her body.

The blue on the feathers was fading rapidly and soon turned into pure black.

This is……

Raven's perspective?

Is it the memory of that spirit?

As if to verify Charles's idea, in the magnificent castle where a dinner party was being held, a handsome man with curly blond hair walked towards Raven.

He looked at the raven in front of him, frowned slightly, and suddenly clenched his fists. Three sharp spikes made of black steel emerged from his finger bones, and he swung his fist directly in the direction of Charles.

"Opold, what happened?"

"It's okay, just an annoying crow."

"The Queen is coming soon, come here quickly. This promotion will determine your fate..."

After dodging the sudden punch, Charles's perspective quickly rose into the air, circled in the air for a few circles, and then disappeared.

Charles' vision gradually faded, and he returned to the previous scene of purple mist.

This is the spirit's memory... Is this what happened when it first locked onto Opold?

Charles brushed away the light in front of him and walked towards the next light.

This time, Charles's vision was a slightly gloomy daytime. The sky was covered with choking smoke. Charles, flying in the air, seemed to be able to smell the pungent smell of the smoke.

The pollution here is even worse than that of the ever-expanding Buren City...

Just as this thought flashed through her mind, her perspective began to dive, and finally stopped at the second-floor windowsill of a high-rise corporate building. She stopped on the stone brick windowsill and looked through the glass at Lucy who was sorting tarot cards in front of her.

This is the memory that locked Lucy...

Charles' eyes returned to the space shrouded in purple smoke again.

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but after she touched the two light balls, she felt that a lot of the originally dense light balls in front of her had disappeared.

No, it's not an illusion.

Every time I watched a clip, the total number of light balls would drop very quickly...

I have to find more useful memories.

Are these memories sorted by time?

Charles looked around, but there seemed to be no trace at the end of the ball of light.