Chapter 297

That damn guy finally left…

Listening to the hurried footsteps fading away in the corridor, the youth with a lazy look in his eyes slumped his shoulders and let out a long sigh of relief.

Thank goodness I reacted quickly, putting all my strength into it and forcibly rolling a 66% evasion rate; otherwise, he would’ve caught me to help him.

According to the dice’s given probabilities, as a member of the Clearing Bureau Virgo Branch, if one gets involved in this Scale Gold Religion incident, the probability of being surrounded is 66%, the probability of going on a killing spree is also 66%, the probability of battling the Holy Spirit to death is still 66%, and even the probability of encountering the True God is a solid 66%!

However, worth noting is that if one were to be involved in this event, the probability of sustaining severe injuries is practically nonexistent, because the fatality rate for those participating in this event is a whopping 99%!

Looking at the two six-sided dice on the table where two “6”s were flipped over to resemble “99,” Tom stood up from behind the door, his heart still racing, and patted the side of a粽子-like figure bound tightly beside him, saying with relief,

“Jerry, we’ve dodged a bullet again this time.”

“Mm! Mmm! Mmmmm!”

“Don’t you dare misunderstand my good intentions—I’m saving you!”

Seeing his best friend, whose mouth was stuffed with a cloth used for cleaning windows, glaring at him angrily, as well as the equally tied-up blond beside him, Tom’s somewhat handsome face revealed a touch of sorrow for not being understood. He then helplessly removed the cloth.

“Phew! You son of a bitch, Tom! You son of a bitch!”

After spitting out the dust and hair from his mouth, Jerry unleashed two heartfelt rounds of curses the moment his tongue regained freedom. Then, with a fiery expression, he roared, “You told me you needed my help, but your ‘help’ turned out to be attacking me by surprise and tying me up?! What the hell?”

“I already said, I’m saving you. But things were rushed, so there wasn’t time to explain.”

Plopping down next to Jerry, Tom seriously explained,

“Didn’t you see? That rookie was looking for people to help. If I hadn’t grabbed you, you’d definitely have been dragged into it, and once in, there’d be no way back!”

“Is it that serious?”

Seeing that Tom didn’t seem to be joking, Jerry couldn’t help but get startled, then asked dubiously,

“Your dice can only show a maximum probability of 66%, right? How do you know it’s a sure thing that there’s no way back?”

“It’s because ‘66%’ isn’t just any ‘66%’!”

Pointing at the two “6”s facing upward on the table, but upside-down, Tom said with a look of lingering fear, “Right now, it looks like 66%, but when you flip 66, it becomes 99%. The two dice indicate the death probability after getting involved. Now do you understand why I had to tie you up?”

“…”

Having listened to Tom’s explanation, Jerry’s mouth opened and closed a few times before he said with a complex gaze, “What about Leon and the others? Since Emma got dragged in too, according to the probability you rolled, aren’t they…”

“Just worry about yourself!”

Rolling his eyes at his best friend, Tom irritably replied, “Emma’s tough! Not only does she have the strongest undead body below the divine level, but she also has the [Casket of the Dead], which connects to the Deathscape. Very few people understand death better than her. Even if she dies, she can try to come back. As for Leon…”

Recalling the shadow he saw during the divination process—a black-haired, black-eyed, slim figure with multiple wings sprouting from behind—Tom involuntarily shivered, feeling as though someone far away was staring at him.

“You don’t need to worry about Leon either… He’s got plenty of cards up his sleeve. Situations that are fatal for us might give them a chance to fight back.”

After giving a vague answer, Tom patted his best friend’s arm and earnestly advised, “There’s a proverb across the sea in the Kingdom: ‘Only a big enough plate can hold a big enough steak.’ Given our levels, we can’t handle this kind of situation, so don’t blindly follow others around. We don’t want to end up causing more trouble and losing our lives.

And there’s another proverb in the Kingdom across the sea: ‘Fate first, luck second, where you live third, helping others to make friends fourth, reading books fifth.’

My understanding of this proverb is that people must believe in fate. If fate has decided a certain outcome for you, no amount of effort will change it… Hmm? Why are you always looking behind me?”

Following his friend’s gaze and meeting the surprised face outside the window glass, Tom couldn’t help but tremble slightly, then instinctively glanced at the dice on the table.

Sure enough, a faint layer of black qi was swirling around his two dice. The “bad luck” trait he gained from revealing too much of the future had quietly activated…

Damn this cursed fate!

…

“Senior Tom! I’m coming in!”

In the midst of the lazy youth’s expression filled with despair, Leon, who returned wanting to search Senior Jerry’s office for bombs to bring along, excitedly pushed the door open and urgently said:

No mistake, one after another, content inside 69 Book Bar, read here!

“Senior Emma is in trouble! There’s an ambush from the Scale Gold Religion. A snake spirit bit her, and now she’s in grave danger. We urgently need your support! Senior Tom! Uh… what are you guys doing?”

“Nothing… just… testing some escape anomalous items… hehe…”

After awkwardly lying, Tom nervously glanced at the dice while secretly rolling the probability of refusing the invitation, trying to divert attention by talking nonsense: “Well… about Emma’s matter, it’s not that I don’t want to help, but according to the probability I rolled, if I intervene this time…”

“Clack clack”

The sound of the dice rolling on the table echoed, and Tom looked in shock as he noticed a phantom hand appearing beside his dice. It bent its fingers and lightly flicked them, changing the side facing up, then pointed at him warningly.

“…”

“Senior Tom?”

Glancing back at the two dice showing upside-down sixes, Leon turned around, confused, and asked,

“Senior, what probability did you roll this time? Is it the success rate of us rescuing Senior Emma?”

“…”

Of course, it’s the probability that you’ll bear a grudge against me in the future and seek revenge after I refuse to help you this time…

Looking at the dice that gave a 99% probability after being flicked, and then at his own right hand identical to the phantom hand, unlucky Tom couldn’t help but sniffle and tearfully answered, “No, I rolled the probability of me offering help… Don’t worry, regarding both your and Emma’s safety, I am duty-bound to act!”

(The chapter ends here)