Mystery: Lucky One

Chapter 392 Chapter 75 At least he's just dead
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Klein looked at Alice as if he had noticed something. When she was stared at by him, she raised her head reflexively and said in defense:
“I just didn’t notice him for a moment!

"It's none of my business if he offended Ouroboros himself!"

"I just want to ask if you were the one who caused the earthquake..." Klein explained.

After a pause, he added:

"I don't mean to blame you, I just found out that you... well, you can do this kind of thing."

Alice, who had been feeling guilty, suddenly became proud again. She straightened her chest and said with a serious expression and tone:
"Awe, tremble, mortals!
“I am the master of misfortune…Ahhhh, I was wrong!”

Halfway through the play, Alice noticed that Klein raised his hand and was about to hit her, so she screamed and hid behind Cattleya with her head in her hands.

Having seen similar incidents countless times, Cattleya stood there silently, acting like a qualified dead person.

Anderson, who encountered this kind of thing for the first time, opened his mouth in surprise and wanted to say something, but he found that there was no suitable person.

——The only person who seemed to be suitable, the adventurer whose name he didn't know, walked up to the remaining half of the stone giant's wreckage and began to search inside.

"Empty." He stood up and said.

"Can you please get me out first!" Anderson shouted angrily.

At the end of this farce, "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya called two sailors whose names Alice couldn't remember and dug Anderson out.

Anderson walked with his teeth bared, muttering:

"Damn it, ever since I saw that painting, I've been so unlucky..."

Alice blinked and asked in confusion, "So what did you do to the painting? Did you really criticize His painting skills?"

To this, Anderson Hood refuted without hesitation:
"I didn't! I didn't do anything!
“I was startled at the time, but after staying there for a long time, the painting didn’t show any abnormality, so I thought it was an illusion.

“From there, however, our exploration team split into two parts.

"Most of them were frightened by my description and thought they should not explore the temple. The remaining one third, eager to gain more treasures, headed deeper into the temple.

"We waited for a whole day, three times from noon to night, but they never came back.

"We are all excellent treasure hunters. We knew something must have gone wrong. After confirming it, we dared not stay or wait any longer. We immediately left the temple and returned by boat. We had already gained enough and did not want to take any more risks.

“After leaving the temple, we found that we had some strange changes. We became very unlucky and nothing went well.

"Even if I was quietly drinking a few sips of light beer, I would find that someone had used the barrel as a toilet and peed in it...Oh, don't look at me like that, I don't have that hobby, this is the experience of my companions."

Halfway through his story, Anderson was successfully distracted by Alice's questioning look.

"I know, it's okay." Alice looked at him with pity.

Anderson seemed to want to say something to refute Alice. Klein realized that if he continued like this, the topic would be diverted again, so he reminded him:
"What about the other side?"

"Yes," Alice slapped her head, "but on the other hand? How did you get here?"

Seeing this, Anderson gave up arguing and continued:
"We gained control over ourselves in the dream, no longer in a confused state where we knew something but could not take any action. "Also, one of our companions claimed at night that he had been inspired by fate to find a key that could unlock all the treasures..."

"Huh?" Alice opened her eyes wide.

Cattleya and Klein also subconsciously looked at Alice. Their reactions made Anderson realize that the matter was not simple, and he asked tentatively:

"Have you ever encountered something similar?"

"How is your companion?" Alice said evasively.

Anderson glanced at Alice and continued:

“He successfully persuaded some of our companions, about one-third of the original number, to explore the dream with him and look for the so-called key.

“Before we could wait for those companions to return, their bodies in the real world also transformed into monsters and killed most of the sailors.

"And the companion who originally proposed to find the key...

"He He……"

Anderson's expression gradually became strange.

"What's the matter with him?" Alice demanded.

"It was like... it was like he was cheated out of all his money and love by someone he thought was his true love," Anderson Hood said. "Anyway, after he killed the monster with us, he shouted something like 'It's fake, they're all liars, they're all scammers' and committed suicide..."

"He didn't turn into a monster?" Alice frowned.

"No," Anderson shook his head. "He's getting better, but I feel... um... like, like... hopeless?"

Looking at their solemn expressions, Anderson added:
“However, no matter how we asked, he was unwilling to tell us what happened and was only thinking about committing suicide.

"We were short of sailors and were unlucky. If we didn't keep a close eye on him, he would...

“Then we had another string of bad luck and were unable to reach the island before the storm.

“Our ship sank, along with our catch; the rest of our companions were either drowned, struck by lightning, or devoured by water monsters. I did not see all of them with my own eyes.

"I was the only one who was a little stronger and luckier than them. I was thrown by the waves and successfully swam to this island. I started to try to make a canoe to get out, but my axe was broken in the end..."

A little luck... Alice's mouth twitched, and she glanced at Anderson's still lame right leg and asked in a friendly manner:
"Do you need treatment?"

"Oh," Anderson looked at Alice in surprise, "Do you have any healing abilities?"

"You could say that," Alice blinked, "but if you're so lucky, why did you get hurt?"

"…relatively speaking," Anderson tried to explain, "a little luckier than my dead companions."

“Not necessarily,” Klein advised calmly, “At least your companion is only dead. If you meet her... you might end up living a life worse than death.”

(End of this chapter)