Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 39 Dice and Gifts

In this seemingly endless land, there are countless forks in the road and countless crossroads.

Ruger was standing at one of the ordinary intersections, but there was a big rock in front of him, and on the rock sat a man who would not even frown even if someone cursed at him.

"Owning a rare item is the dream of many people," said the half-man.

The little dog-headed man smacked his lips and thought with the few remaining hairs on his head, knowing that what the half-man said was absolutely true.

But this thing is very difficult to deal with. He is still using his mental power to read the stories recorded on the dice. One of the owners of the dice can be said to be extremely miserable. This person has used the dice many times and has been lucky enough not to encounter five and six. He has been smooth sailing in using the strange objects, but in the end he was caught and imprisoned in a deep pit made of gold and stone until his death. During this period, he had to throw the dice according to the will of those imprisoned people every once in a while.

Endless imprisonment and torture, and the powerful vitality he gained from an accidental deal with the devil prevented him from dying easily. In the end, this man chose to change in a deal with a stinking demon, completely turning into a monster. He tried to resist with the powerful power gained from the deal, but ultimately failed and died miserably. When he died, there was no trace of his human form, but the dice said that he succeeded and was finally able to seek death.

Ruger felt the texture of the dice in his hand and felt that he might never be bored again.

The small dice held seemingly endless stories, one after another, stories of lives long and short, each one thrilling and heart-wrenching. This was especially true from the perspective of the current owner of the dice. Yes, he had already decided to accept this gift. As long as he didn't abuse it, as long as he was careful, and only used it in desperate situations, it shouldn't be a problem. But as he thought about this, he couldn't help but smack his lips, even wanting to laugh, because in every story, everyone had said the same thing.

"What an interesting little dog-headed man."

Half of the people had been watching silently, as if appreciating Luger's psychological struggle.

"That's only part of the gift. The entire gift-making process requires your personal participation, and you're also doing me a favor," said the half-man.

Ruger's eyes lit up when he heard this.

The long-awaited thing finally arrived. He liked to get benefits for free, but he didn't like others to take the initiative to give him benefits for free. That would make him uneasy, and it would also involve his brain, which was already not enough, and he would have to waste energy thinking about it.

"You can use this dice to recognize its master and use it in times of crisis. Don't worry too much. The dice will rarely bring bad luck in the first few times. Even if you really make a deal with the devil, you won't die so quickly. It understands human nature better than most people." said the half-man.

"Is it alive?"

"Yes and no. It is a rare object. Although it is just an ordinary one among rare objects, it is also the only rare object in the world."

The half-man's words made Ruger feel somewhat relieved. It was not the ridiculous explanation about the strange object, but the fact that he was still useful. As long as he was valuable, the half-man would not easily put him in danger.

A fragment smaller than the demon dice, emitting colorful light, floated in front of Luger.

"This is another component of the gift, a unique piece of spatial fragment. Leave your secret mark on it so that you can touch it."

Ruger did as he was told and tried several times on this strange fragment that was constantly switching between reality and illusion before he barely left his secret mark.

He was also very decisive. After making the secret mark, he kissed the dice directly, completing this strange succession and becoming the new generation of Dice Master. Now, only he can roll this devil dice that is like a joke but has changed the fate of countless people.

"Very good, but now is not the time to roll it. Put away your dice and take this fragment. It will lead you to something. Bring it back, and we can begin to try to complete this strange gift."

Listening to the half-human's words, Ruger actually felt a hint of anticipation from the indifferent tone.

Ruger thought about it, took out the bottle of dark green potion that Banren gave him and drank it. Some of the injured parts of his body immediately began to itch, and his throat also began to itch. He began to cough uncontrollably, and finally coughed up some black blood. He felt as if new hair was beginning to grow on his body.

What a nice bottle of quality stuff, he thought.

The fragment of space that had been successfully imprinted with the mystical mark by the half-human seemed to have formed a strange connection with him. He reached out to try and grasp it, and the colorful fragment actually moved closer to him.

"Go, and remember to bring the things back," said the half-man.

Ruger nodded. The moment he held the fragment, a mysterious guidance emerged in his mind, which seemed not far from here.

He felt the tingling all over his body, and his steps became faster and faster.

Sensing the direction in the dark, he chose different paths, and after many twists and turns, he finally arrived at a familiar road.

His expression remained unchanged, the itching and numbness on his body had subsided, his whole body was warm from walking all the way, and the pain had been completely wiped out by the powerful effect of the medicine.

Continuing walking, following the instructions, we arrived at the Holy Lord's cave.

Dashaheng wasn't at the cave entrance. The new king of the kobolds, Bald Tooth, was soundly asleep inside. His fur-less belly seemed a little cold, and he even pulled his grass skirt over it in his sleep. Ruger walked in with a serious look on his face. It seemed like he hadn't seen him for a long time, and Bald Tooth had become inexplicably more afraid of Ruger. He woke up and jumped up in fear at the sight of Ruger.

Ruger waved his hand to signal Bald Tooth to be quiet, and following the guidance in his heart, he walked around the big cave for a while, stopped, and came straight to a pile of broken bones.

He looked at the familiar pile of bones in front of him, as well as the marks left on them.

The Gray Longneck Saint's nest? Then it's not the egg I'm looking for, is it?

That shouldn’t be the case. I have already fed that thing to the little bugs, so it shouldn’t be led here again.

He thought to himself, and after refusing Bald Tooth's request for help, he began to dig. Considering the size of the big snake before, the size of this bone pile was quite exaggerated. Blindly searching would only make him tired to death. He dug while carefully feeling the guidance.

"What are you doing?" He suddenly turned his head.

Bald Tooth was startled and swallowed back the half-filled water.

"Go outside and help me guard it. Come back after I leave." He turned around and continued digging.

The guidance in your heart is nearby.

He paused and looked around again. Bald Tooth had left and there was no one around.

A strange feeling of voyeurism.

He had previously thought it was due to bald teeth.

"Interesting little dog-headed man, you seem to be a wizard's apprentice. Don't be surprised, let alone panic. It was you who woke me up. As this is our first meeting, I can give you a small gift..."

An inexplicable voice without any emotion rang out in Ruger's mind.

But Luger's surprise was not because someone suddenly spoke to him.

(End of this chapter)