Chapter 311
Chapter 311 Fishing
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Violent acid splashed against the human-faced door. It destroyed the face before the magic arrays could even activate.
The four apprentices winced as they looked at the mess before them. They took a look at the strange slime golem that Alice had just summoned and howled silently in their hearts.
Christ! Why didn’t you summon an adept-level golem earlier if you had one? You had to wait for us to get all beaten up before sending this out to take out the trash!
Of course, the few apprentices might have been cursing all they wanted in their hearts, but they were even more respectful when talking to Alice now.
Of course, they had to! Anyone would probably act like them if they were faced with a pseudo-adept that could summon an adept-level golem at any time. If she didn’t like them, she could send an Acid Spray their way, and their bodies wouldn’t even leave bones behind!
The Decayer’s 50 point acid attack destroyed even the magic door and its secure defenses. They probably weren’t even enough for the Decayer to swallow in a single bite.
The spatial talent that she had always relied on appeared to be so fragile and useless. Don’t even mentioned saving her; she hadn’t even been able to use her talent to kill herself.
Her mind had undergone countless changes and browsed through many thoughts in the dead darkness. She hadn’t been able to keep track of all of it herself. When Alice had given up on her pride and gave up on the temporal strength of the outside, she, for the first time, religiously and diligently used every bit of her soul’s power to pray and pay respect to the one thing that could bring her hope.
Fate!
She had prayed zealously.
No longer trying to negotiate with fate, no longer trying to ask for something from fate.
Alice had been willing to become a believer in fate and shoulder her mission and become…
Greem’s mental flux had suddenly broken through her dark cell like a deity descending upon the mortal world, right as she had recognized the true nature of her powers and strength.
Alice had desperately wanted to cry at that moment, yet she had smiled silently in the darkness!
Naturally, Greem had no way to know of this subtle change in Alice’s mind.
After all, he also had been too busy dealing with the corrosive petrification energy and the rampaging of his abyssal aura at that time. He could only hurry and rush Alice and Snorlax back to the Feidnan City. There had been no time for him to think about any changes that had happened to Alice.
Greem had only realized that Alice had changed when she was designing her magical tattoo for Greem.
The usually violent and sly Alice had willingly given up on the components that could strengthen her spatial talents. Instead, she had asked Greem to enhance the sensitivity and insights of her Spirit.
This request had been entirely out of the blue and was far beyond Greem’s expectations. It was at that moment that Greem realized the change that had happened to Alice.
Alice had honestly started to believe in fate. She was willing to put her faith in fate. It was a difficult thing to do, but she did it!
After all, a spatial talent was a tangible thing. Greem only needed to strengthen it a little, and Alice’s combat prowess and survival skills would increase exponentially. Fate, on the other hand, was intangible, unseen and mysterious. No one had any idea where it came from and no idea how to train and cultivate it.
Throwing resources at such a thing was considered a massive waste!
At least, that’s how most adepts thought of the issue.
However, Greem didn’t belong to this group of adepts.
Honestly, Alice’s spatial talents were very desirable. Still, they couldn’t compare to the title of the Witch of Fate. Only thirteen witches possessed titles in the World of Adepts. They were the core and the skeleton that held together the large group that was the Northern Witches.
After tens of thousands of years, the thirteen branches of the Northern Witches had all experienced their own prosperities and declines. The chapter of the Witch of Fate was undoubtedly part of the groups that had gone extinct.
However, as long as the legacy laws of the Witch of Fate were still part of the will of the World of Adepts, their legacy would never wholly go extinct.
Numerous inheritors of the Witch of Fate and her considerable talents indicated the revival of the Fate branch after a thousand years of silence!
The leaders of the Northern Witches had sent out many guides to bring these inheritors back to the Tower of Fate because of this.
The Battle of Fate would happen eight years later, as was scheduled!
It didn’t matter who lived. That person would successfully become the true Witch of Fate. A new branch would rise among the Northern Witches.
The people that were so stubbornly pursuing Alice at this time were most likely preparing for the Battle of Fate.
It could be that an overbearing force backed one of the candidates, and this force was trying to help her get rid of the competitors. Or perhaps some influence within the Continent of Adept didn’t want to see the Northern Witches continue to grow in strength. That was why they might have sent attacks to interrupt the inheritance ceremony of the Witch of Fate.
It was the first time Alice had so clearly felt the danger she was in!
The trip to Wylick Castle was a risk that she had taken. More importantly, it was her going fishing!
Still.
If she was the bait, who was the fish?