Was It Luck?

To explore the unknown lake, a lantern wasn't enough. One must prepare a diving suit and an explosive.

"What do you want from us?" said a red haired woman with a pair of antlers on her head. An Aekha—they are excellent in mana assimilation, but an anti-mana cuff was enough to restrain her from doing anything aggressive as they didn't have enough physical prowess to break it like how MF did.

"A mere sheep wouldn't understand what the shepherd says." Foel said as she scanned the outside of the concealment dome. She tinkered with a catalyst for the barrier before giving a glance to the two prisoners she caught. "How long have you been together with that man?"

The other prisoner was a fair dragonoid with two pairs of striking horns on her head. Merely giving a shuddering look to her warden.

"A mere sheep wouldn't understand what the shepherd says." The Aekha smirked. "If you don't talk, then we won't."

"It doesn't matter whether you spit out the water or not." The tanomobi took out a giant claymore from her pocket space. The hunk of the enchanted metal was as heavy as a whole house yet Foel carries it like a butter knife. "I'm the dealer, you're the haggler. If you want to be freed then you need something more enticing than the information I asked you."

Sura clicked her tongue. "His name is Elon, my friend. Just a normal person trying his best to have a pleasant life."

"No normal person could suck out an entire gambling economy in the matter of hours." Foel glanced at the dragonoid girl. "How about you? Staying silent doesn't mean you're safe when the beast is in your face. If I'm one, I would have mauled you to death with that sunken face so disgustingly aggravating it makes me want to slice it off."

Lilia's face began to shrivel as the fang-baring glare turned into a meek crybaby. She tried to hold back her tears but the dam of her mental fortitude was not enough.

"There was a huge raid of 7,600 Calamities rushing to the Gaia Citadel. Both of you will be safe here, if that is what you wanted."

"You're a devil! So you must be the mastermind of the raid!"

The tanomobi slowly shifted the direction she was facing, glaring back with her dead glare. "If you think I'm a devil, then you're not ready to meet a real one."

Foel walked away uncaring, leaving the two pitiful girls within the concealed dome as she was met with the stampede of Calamities passing by, ignoring her as if she was one of them.

MF had already modified Foel's body to withstand an enormous amount of 'void' enough for Foel to join the ranks of monstrosity looming in this very world. Because of Foel's mana-cultivation law, she was able to hide the 'void' from others, seemingly making her a jester for both sides of the spectrum.

"Hmm? I sense a cultivator nearby."

With claymore in hand, she flew up to find the peculiar individual that was far away from the Citadel at the time of the raid. Foel then saw a black haired male chimaera with asymmetrical horns, assimilating multiple fire spells using his sword as the casting medium.

"So it was the 'lucky bastard', he acted faster than I thought, then again, he won't be able to find those two no matter what."

Foel remembered what her husband said: 'To hunt an elephant, one must need to seperate the target from the fray. A strong enemy who doesn't know their predator is the weakest, tricks and helps him to gain his trust.

'There were three possibilities of how his heavenly luck works. First possibility, just like any ability, one must be activated, this man needs to know what he wants to do. If this is the case, then try guarding his back to give him the illusion that his ability is working before killing him off.

'Second, his ability was passive. It doesn't matter if he doesn't know or whatever, there is a low-numbered dice throw that his power was chance-based, but looking at how he demolished the casino back then does contradict this theory. If this is the scenario, then avoid any aggression to avoid triggering his luck. You can try to override his ability by helping him instead, most likely he knows his own ability so it was a good time to gather some information before dropping the bomb.

'The difference with the first scenario and second are the risk, in the end, we could only sneak to his neck and pray that he doesn't do any reality bending bullshit.

'And lastly, the third possibility… It is neither, this is the most unlikely scenario. His luck was a curse and it triggered without any of his consent. There was a saying from an old tribe of Aiseirighian that a blessing in disguise will be gone if we chase it. He knows how to trigger it but not guaranteed, if this is the case then you can either choose both of the approaches I suggested.'

To conquer the Gaia Citadel, MF and Foel needed to scrape off every problematic force within it, and the 'Transmigrators' were one of them. Unlike Vagants and the followers of Pallas, an unknown force was more dangerous than a whole army of highly trained combatants.

The man was fighting twenty Calamities at once. Despite doing good so far, the efficiency of his decision began to deteriorate due to his low amount of mana. He casted a fiery barrier while alternating between defensive and offensive, clearly he was amateur at best in fighting numerous Calamities.

"A teenage chimaera, huh. He was at the Nascent Realm Enlargement stage, one stage higher than me yet he can't even deal with them. Then, this kind of person will become a god at some point because they are the main protagonist of their story, heh, what a joke."

The green-haired tanomobi in a black-void short cloak smashed the ground near the man like a meteor. Her neon pink eyes darted to every single enemy before throwing a load of weapons from her pocket space like ammunition, utilizing the wealth of two mid-grade mana crystals.

With the Iron Might Law's symbol on her pill array, numerous mid rank Calamities range attacks can't even pierce her skin, that is if they are able to pierce her barrier, that is again, if they are able to hit her. Nimble as wind, she did what Elon could do but better and faster.

A one woman army, she controlled hundreds of weapons that were launched from her pocket space to hack and slash every monstrosity in the area. Foel then glanced at the pitiful person, leaning her head to the side with a dismissive look.

"Boy, what are you doing here so far away from the Citadel?"