Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 262, Section 261: He knew nothing of power.

Whether or not a deity possesses a long lifespan is not a choice.

Those who possess divine status will inevitably live long lives.

The only reason they didn't live long was because they lacked divinity.

"She rejected Xi Jun?"

Feng Xiuhu gasped.

Shi seemed to have recovered and replied, "It wasn't her, uh... I mean, it wasn't this God of Good Fortune who rejected Xi Jun."

Feng Xiuhu reacted quickly: "In other words, the power of the God of Good Fortune comes from the divine bone, and it still maintains the most primitive method—selecting the next God of Good Fortune through succession."

Shi corrected him: "Remember what I said? The power of good fortune will choose its own master. This power is very special. Not just anyone who obtains a divine bone can wield the power of good fortune. Only those recognized by the power of good fortune can exert its power."

"So rather than saying that the successive gods of good fortune choose their successors, it is more accurate to say that this is the selection of the authority of good fortune."

Feng Xiuhu understood, but didn't understand: "Why is this happening? I mean, why reject divinity?"

Shi said helplessly, "Although I've lived long enough and experienced a lot, it doesn't mean I know everything—for example, I really don't know about this. But I guess, perhaps it's because of... the guidance of good luck?"

After saying that, Shi couldn't help but laugh: "Every God of Fortune always has this phrase on their lips—to be honest, I don't really like them. Under the influence of the power of good fortune, all the actions of the God of Fortune are done at will, and gradually they even give up the most basic thinking, as if they are naive to the point of being stupid. In the end, they simply become puppets of the power of good fortune."

That's a bit scary.

Feng Xiuhu asked cautiously, "Is the power of good fortune 'alive'?"

Shi was taken aback: "Of course not. Primordial gods are the embodiment of rules, and divine bones represent the purest power of rules. Pure power cannot have self-awareness."

He realized that Feng Xiuhu had overcomplicated things, so he explained further: "Power can affect people, which is normal. Different powers represent different essences, which is too complicated for you right now. You only need to know that the influence of the power of good fortune on the god of good fortune just happens to be what you know now, which is why you misunderstood."

Feng Xiuhu seemed to be lost in thought for a long while.

A moment later, he took two things out of his pocket.

In his left hand was a lucky silver coin, and in his right hand was a romantic VIP card.

Feng Xiuhu looked at his left hand for a while, then at his right hand.

Shi asked him, "What's wrong?"

Feng Xiuhu pursed his lips: "I'm considering whether or not to tell Your Majesty what the God of Good Fortune has been doing in secret."

Shi said in a deep voice, "I suggest you don't do anything unnecessary. That mass of divine power polymer smells dangerous to me. I bet at least three true gods have tampered with it."

Feng Xiuhu raised a different opinion: "But it's hidden in Fancheng. If we don't find out, we won't even know how to deal with it if disaster strikes."

Shi chuckled: "Even if Feng Yu knew what good fortune had hidden, he might not be able to find it."

Feng Xiuhu shook his head: "That's her business."

Clearly, Shi still held the opposite view. He chuckled twice and said, "How about this, we'll flip a coin. If 'lucky' lands on top, we won't tell Fengyu."

Feng Xiuhu smiled helplessly—this was no different from directly determining the result.

But he hadn't really made up his mind, so he simply went along with Shi's wishes.

Feng Xiuhu rubbed the lucky silver coin a few times with his thumb, then clenched his fist and flicked it into the air.

Ding--

The silver coin made a pleasant sound and spun rapidly under Feng Xiuhu's watchful gaze.

Snapped.

Feng Xiuhu clasped his hands together and caught the silver coin.

He spread his hands and looked down—unsurprisingly, runes symbolizing good fortune appeared before his eyes.

Feng Xiuhu sighed: "Perhaps you are right..." His words stopped abruptly, and Feng Xiuhu's pupils suddenly contracted—right under his gaze, the lucky rune engraved on the silver coin changed, the lines twisted rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, a new rune appeared in his field of vision.

Feng Xiuhu didn't dare to breathe loudly, and asked in a low voice, "What is this...?"

Shi's reply also became exceptionally solemn: "...misfortune."

"Quickly! Get out of here!"

Shi shouted in his mind. Feng Xiuhu didn't dare to delay. He didn't even have time to put the book back in its place. He got up and ran outside.

Running out of the library, Feng Xiuhu continued running towards the outside of the main hall, his mind racing.

Where should we run? Where is safer than the cathedral?
No, the silver coin has already provided the answer.

Go find the Goddess of Wind and Rain.

Feng Xiuhu ran wildly out of the main hall, attracting the attention of countless people along the way. Some people wanted to say hello to him but didn't even have time to.

Feng Xiuhu leaped onto a carriage: "Quickly! To the Charming Nightclub!"

That's right, he only knew the name of the place, but didn't know exactly where it was.

The coachman even had the leisure to remind him, "Sir, isn't it a bit too hasty to go at this time?"

Feng Xiuhu was indeed anxious, so anxious that he shouted, "Mind your own business! I'm getting anxious!"

The driver, having been scolded, wisely kept quiet.

As the carriage swayed, in a moment of panic, Feng Xiuhu thought of many things.

Logically speaking, telling the Goddess of Wind and Rain about the God of Good Fortune's little tricks would certainly be detrimental to the God of Good Fortune.

But judging from the outcome of the silver coin incident, was Feng Xiuhu's betrayal to the Goddess of Wind and Rain also part of the "guidance of good fortune"? Was doing this the result the God of Good Fortune wanted?

Having figured this out, Feng Xiuhu once again used reverse thinking to consider the matter—if he were to change his mind now and not inform the Empress, would it mean that the guidance of good fortune had failed, or would this outcome actually be the guidance of good fortune?
Suddenly, Feng Xiuhu realized what was happening.

No, the outcome was already inevitable—the moment he tossed the silver coin and the runes of doom appeared, he had no other choice.

His betrayal to the Goddess of Wind and Rain had become an inevitable outcome under the "coercion" of "good fortune's guidance."

You cannot go back to your fate.

Miss Wenna's words echoed in Feng Xiuhu's mind.

An overwhelming sense of powerlessness swept over my entire body.

Feng Xiuhu swallowed hard: "The...essence of power?"

He suddenly realized that he still knew nothing about the power of authority.

"Sir, we've arrived."

The sound of the coachman outside interrupted Feng Xiuhu's thoughts.

He quickly lifted the curtain and jumped down.

Looking up, an extremely luxurious building came into view.

It adopts a combination of Eastern and Western architectural styles. The gatehouse is decorated with exquisite carvings, featuring both the traditional eaves and upturned corners of the Eastern Continent and the classical columns and arches of the Western Continent. Its signboard is particularly eye-catching in the sunlight, with seven gilded characters: "Fengqing Yuyun Nightclub".

Seeing this, Feng Xiuhu smiled with relief.

No wonder the driver said he was in a hurry.

It's broad daylight, but the door isn't open at all!
PS: For example, the essence of fog is "concealment".

(End of this chapter)