abnormal mutation

Chapter 125 Modifying Reality
"Are chaos and fate opposites?" Roland looked at the Eye of Pro.

“Of course not,” Pro denied. “The two may have some similarities on the surface, but they are fundamentally very different.”

Chaos encompasses a wide range of concepts, but its core is disorder, the unknown, and the infinite. It likely originated in the First Primordial Era, when legend has it that eight Great Old Gods were born. The four known Great Old Gods represent the four qualities of darkness, profundity, invisibility, and boundlessness, and are likely authorities that split off from chaos.

Fate first appeared in the Second Mythical Era; it can influence the past, present, and future, and possesses a certain directionality and regularity.

"It doesn't seem to have much to do with altering reality," Roland said, puzzled.

"Chaos can naturally interfere with reality; infinite possibilities are also infinite, including randomness and probability."

Roland pondered for a moment: "What about fate? I've only ever heard people talk about the goddess of fate, but she doesn't seem to be among the nine gods or the main gods?"

“The Goddess of Fate is a deity from the mythological era who has long since fallen. The path of prophecy should be an evolution of the path of fate,” Pro explained.

"Do you think this thing is usable?" Roland asked hesitantly.

“Chaos and fate possess power far exceeding ordinary qualities, which I cannot fathom or fathom at present.” Pro glanced around and said meaningfully, “I can’t speak for others, but you definitely can.”

Roland pursed his lips, grabbed the equipment reforging device with his left hand, placed his right hand on the metal box, and activated the inscriptions in sequence.

With a soft buzzing sound, the metal box opened automatically, revealing a... twenty-sided die.

The dice trembled slightly, then twisted as if going mad, sometimes turning back into dice, sometimes collapsing into a ball.

'this……'

He tried to reach for it, but the moment his fingers touched it, the change stopped. A crimson sphere leaped gently, crashed into his palm, and disappeared.

The next second, the world spun around him, he lost all five senses, and all around him was endless darkness and chaos, invisible, immeasurable, infinite, and disordered, with only a glimmer of his will shining through.

In a way, he felt that he was the master of this world. With a thought, the world turned upside down, light and shadow shifted, and a world that looked like the ancient Middle Ages was pieced together like building blocks.

As the timeline rolled on, the world seemed to be accelerating, evolving rapidly, with history and civilization shining brightly, as if countless secrets were flooding into his heart...

He was completely absorbed in it, his consciousness was in a state of chaos, he had no self, he was high above like a loving father, his heart was filled with inexplicable emotion and expectation, and he had no idea where it came from or what his original intention was.

At one moment, a rainbow appeared in the darkness and chaos, like a sharp sword cutting through the air. Everything shattered like an illusion, and the five senses returned.

Opening his eyes, he found himself in a circular space, the walls trembling slightly and overflowing with endless rainbow colors—the very Seed of Runes.

Roland looked blank, his mind sluggish, and for a moment he couldn't remember who he was, where he was, or what he wanted to do.

A full quarter of an hour later, his will regrouped, his mind returned, and his thoughts began to wander.

'That was close!'

If the Rune Seed hadn't noticed his abnormality and intervened, it would have been hard to say whether he would have woken up or how long it would have taken.

He opened his left hand, and wisps of crimson mist flowed from his body, swirling endlessly around his palm.

63 wisps of chaotic mist!
"How come there are so many?" he exclaimed, both surprised and delighted.

Logically speaking, chaos and luck do not settle historical events; they only begin to accumulate after merging with the soul, and should all start from zero.

The requirement to acquire chaos can be summarized as pushing characters and the world into the unknown, whether for good or bad, as long as they deviate from their original trajectory. As Roland pondered this, the mist of chaos rippled slightly, invisibly intertwining with something in the real world, and its quantity increased by another wisp.

'Infectious mutation!'

He had a sudden realization, and was absolutely certain of it, because someone had just been infected.

After two bloodline sublimations, this abnormal mutation becomes even more infectious. Considering the timeline, the first wave of spread should indeed have begun.

To verify his conjecture, he quietly entered his sea of ​​consciousness and focused his attention on sensing the situation of the Seventh Apostle.

As the number of infected strains surged, his senses became clearer, and he could roughly see several corners isolated by the barrier.

The Seventh Apostle should not be here. He ordered the memory strains to infect a large wave of people and then immediately hide.

A few seconds later, the chaotic mist did indeed grow by one wisp, but only one wisp. Clearly, the benefits depend not only on the quantity, but also on the impact.

'If that counts, I don't need to panic at all; accumulating a little bit each day couldn't be easier.'

However, this also cannot explain why there were more than a hundred points right away. He pondered for a long time but could not come up with a result. He could only speculate that it was related to the events that had occurred in the past few days.

'Where should it be used?' It's best not to store too much Chaos Mist, because it is a contamination for any extraordinary being who does not possess this trait.

Roland wasn't too afraid, but removing the contamination would require a large amount of divine metal, so he should try to avoid it.

What he wants most right now is to advance to Sequence 8. Although he has reserved the materials, it is still uncertain whether he can acquire them, especially Dream Dust. Chris said that this material is very rare and the waiting time may be very long.

With this in mind, he casually took out an extraordinary material, focused his will, and mobilized the chaotic mist in an attempt to transform it into dream dust.

This is a very idealistic usage; he has never seen Dream Dust, let alone understood its properties.

The crimson mist vanished instantly, and the roots of the unidentified plant in front of them floated in mid-air. Then, starting from the tip, they began to turn into sand, with blackish-gray powder falling one after another. As if they had undergone countless baptisms of time in the air, they turned into tiny silver-purple particles with iridescent colors when they landed.

Roland stared blankly at everything, his mind reeling, until the changes stopped and he came to his senses.

Half a plant root fell to the ground, and he picked it up and threw it aside, afraid of disturbing the small pile of colorful dust.

'This is a truly amazing item!' he exclaimed in amazement.

After carefully collecting all the dust particles, he breathed a sigh of relief and tapped the Eye of Pro beside him, asking, "Is this dream dust?"

“Yes, it’s extremely pure, but you’re wasting it.” Pro stared at it for a long time, his tone somewhat regretful.

"A waste?" Roland sensed that this time he had probably used up 20 wisps of Chaos Mist and gained 0.5 Shekels of Dream Dust. The potion only required 0.2 Shekels, leaving a surplus.

Considering that ordinary people would find it difficult to even survive a 20-day cycle, 20 strands must be very precious, and exchanging them for just one extraordinary material is indeed a bit extravagant.

'It should also be useful in combat, deflecting attacks, causing mental corruption, irreversible collapse... or erasing the negative effects of magical items, altering the course of events...'

He could come up with a lot of ideas in his head after just a little thought, but reality didn't allow him to try them all out; he could only explore them slowly.

(End of this chapter)