A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 32 Divination
Quinn, who had changed his clothes, walked up to the apartment building carrying a bag filled with a fishy smell.

He deliberately wandered around the apartment for half an hour, not only to remember the way, but also to avoid being followed.

The clothes were bought at the market. The brown-gray linen jacket, which was slightly larger than the size, and the faded second-hand white shirt made Quinn look like a young man that was very common in Sewell - neither ugly, but with a sense of financial distress, and not so out of place in the haze that the formal windbreaker he wore was out of place.

Unlocking the door with a key and lighting the light, Quinn carried the bag to the sink and dumped the contents out.

It's a big bag of eyeballs.

The eyeballs were covered with a light, transparent mucus mixed with blood. They were of different sizes and types and were bought by Quinn at the market.

The market in Ashwell was completely different from the markets on Earth. There were many different kinds of meat. The mildly flavored, easy-to-cook farmed beef and mutton were rare, and instead, there was more game from who knows where: rats the size of small dogs, jumping frogs from the sewers, all sorts of bizarre birds, and many otherworldly creatures he couldn't recognize.

Quinn simply bought some of them. Eyeballs were not worth much and a bag only cost him 8 pence.

He could feel the revolver stuck in his waist trembling slightly.

After 'smelling' the eyeball, Mista became excited.

Quinn pulled it out and squinted at the patterns on the gun. These fine lines, like the patterns on Damascus steel, combined to form the outline of a strange eye.

He was able to kill the two gangsters thanks to this extraordinary item.

You only need to lock on once, and then the bullet will hit the target no matter which direction the muzzle is pointed.

There are three bullets left in the reel. Mista's bullets cannot be reloaded manually because the magazine cannot be opened. The only way to make the bullets be automatically generated is to feed his eyeballs.

It was clearly a cold gun, but it looked as if it had strength only after eating a full meal. It was extremely weird.

But this is not a living thing. Ankuya once warned him that if he ever found any signs that the pistol was "alive", he must escape in time.

Quinn was a little scared to carry this thing on his body, but after firing two shots, he realized that it was really a cheat.

You don't even need to aim, the magic bullet is.

Don’t blame the big brother for being a gyroscope, just blame the automatic aiming for being too useful.

He placed the pistol in a sink full of eyeballs, then walked into the room and wrote a letter.

Quinn briefly summarized what happened tonight, including the people from the Western Continent he met, the robbers' arcane skills and characteristics, his conversation with Xia Dai'er, and the shooting.

The letter did not mention the sender's name, nor the recipient's identity, nor did it mention anything related to the demons.

After writing, he folded the letter in half and burned it with a match until it turned to ashes.

Quinn put the ashes in a basin, walked to the window and whispered:

"Nature spirits that linger above the foggy city, the winds of the four seasons that propel the clouds, familiars belonging to Ankua. Please take these ashes away."

Immediately, he pointed the basin out of the window and shook it violently, and the dust fell down.

A gust of wind blew at the right time, preventing the dust from falling on the heads of passers-by, but instead dispersing it over the city.

After doing all this, Quinn closed the windows and curtains, went into the bathroom to take a shower, and washed away the smoke and blood smell that he had picked up in the jewelry store.

——Even if you live in a relatively good apartment in Sewell, taking a shower is still a very inconvenient thing. You can only mix cold water and boiled hot water together, and then use a bucket to slowly scrub.

There is definitely no shower head, let alone shower gel and shampoo. The only thing available is soap that can be used for taking a bath, washing hair and washing clothes, which barely has the effect of cleansing the body.

After coming out of the shower, Quinn dried his hair and glanced at the sink.

In just a short while, Mista had finished eating.

The eyeballs in the sink were deflated, and the contents were sucked out, leaving only some fish-skin-like eye membrane keratin covering the pistol.

Quinn suppressed his nausea and picked up the revolver through the towel. After waiting for a long time to confirm that Mista was really full, he turned on the faucet to rinse the gun.

The feel in my hand became a little heavier, and the three bullets I had fired were replenished.

He hid the pistol under the mattress so that it could be easily pulled out at any time without having to worry about Mista suddenly losing control and digging out his eyes. After dealing with everything, Quinn sat on the headboard of the bed, finally having time to study the new system.

[Current Soul Dust Balance: 45]

On the system page, there is an additional line of permanent information.

The Demon King once said that soul dust is the residue of the human soul after death.

The system prompted the increase in soul fragments just after he killed two robbers.

Does that mean you can get soul fragments just by killing someone?
Quinn felt a chill. What a crappy system! Soul dust is really currency?

It's per head, right?

He killed two people and obtained a total of 45 soul fragments. This number cannot be divided in half. It is obvious that the number of soul fragments generated after the death of the two robbers is different.

In other words, the value of each person's soul is different?

He wanted to ask, but the system did not respond and there was no logic in publishing the valuation.

Age? Height and weight? Wealth and status? Or is it based on ability?
Damn system, there's not even an instruction manual.

He didn't think about it anymore. No matter how the system evaluated it, Quinn would not deliberately kill people just to get soul fragments.

Then, he shifted his gaze to the newly added [Divination] option. It seemed that among the three modules, [Illustrated Guide], [Future Tips], and [Divination], only Divination was related to soul fragments.

"System, what can the divination module do?"

[The system can predict an event that is bound to happen in the future. This event may be good or bad, but it is bound to happen.]

[The host can choose to wait for the divination event to occur, or try to change the divination event. If the host successfully changes the future, they will receive a reward related to the event.]

[Appendix 1: Please note that the events predicted by the system will definitely occur. If the host attempts to change, there is a high probability that the event will occur in the future after the change, and it is almost unavoidable.]

[Appendix 2: The system's divination fee will be doubled each time, and the next divination will not be possible before the divination event occurs.]

[The fee for the first divination is 10 soul fragments. Do you want to proceed with the divination? ]

Quinn looked at the system's introduction with a bit of disbelief.

This thing.
Seems helpful?

Being able to predict the future means he can make corresponding preparations in advance, which is very attractive to him.

If he had known about the jewelry store robbery in advance, he could have helped Xia Daier avoid danger and wouldn't have to risk going in to rescue her himself.

He did not rush to agree, but asked cautiously: "If I do not avoid the future, will there be any punishment?"

Since there are rewards for evasion, it means that the system is encouraging traversers to change certain things. On the contrary, will the system punish those who lie down and do bad things?

[It is normal to face the future. The system will not impose any penalties. Divination is not a task mechanism.]

'.Aside from soul shavings, is there any other price for divination?'

Quinn has lost his name and is truly scared.

[Divination only requires collecting soul fragments]

So he hesitated.

"Since the first divination only costs 10 soul fragments, why not give it a try?"

【Please select the time period you want to have your fortune told:】

[Near-term/Short-term/Long-term]

'What's the difference?'

[Near-term events are bound to happen within seven days; short-term events are bound to happen within one month; long-term events are bound to happen within six months.]

The longer the selected time span, the greater the impact of the divination content on you.

Quinn thought about it and decided to try it for a week first.

"Then in the near future, confirmed."

[Ding—divination ends.]

[10 Soul Dust points have been deducted, and the current remaining Soul Dust points are 35. The cost of the next divination will be doubled to 20 Soul Dust points.]

[Next, we will play the divination of the future for you]

The scene in front of Quinn suddenly changed——

What comes into view is a familiar office.

It was messy and crowded, with no place to rest. Arcane tomes were piled everywhere, and a huge oil painting of Nostradamus, the master of divination, hung on the wall.
This is Amamiya Ningning's office.

Quinn saw her from behind the large, solid wood desk.

It has a beautiful face that reminds people of the cover of a girls' comic, and her long hair is black and straight, like the most delicate inky black satin.

But there seemed to be something wrong with Amemiya Ningning's condition.

Her delicate body was trembling slightly, her face flushed, one hand was clutching the hem of her clothes, the other hand was covering her mouth, and she was gasping for breath with a chevic sound that seemed to be dripping with water.

She suddenly shuddered violently.

"Yeah——"

All I could hear was Quinn's breathless voice coming from under the desk: "Haha. Is it comfortable? This is my first time!"

"I, I want more."

"Then you have to push hard next time!!"

The next moment, Amemiya Ningning's humming became more and more moving. It was impossible to listen to it any longer. If I listened to it any more, I would have a reaction.

[End of divination]

Quinn was stunned.

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In broad daylight, in the office, this is where students are taking classes! Do you have any sense of public morality, any sense of shame? Do you even know what teacher ethics are? You two are really... Wait, why is it me who's the male lead?

(End of this chapter)