Wizard Immortal

Chapter 629 The Chosen One

"Speaking of which, what are these things?"

Standing up from her spot, looking at the black liquid beneath her feet, Cirimu spoke with a solemn expression.

Beneath her feet, after being scattered by Adir's sword, the black liquid seemed to still possess its own life force, continuing to wriggle and slowly gather towards the center, forming clumps of solidified matter that looked like a black worm, extremely disgusting to look at and emitting a strong stench.

"It carries resentment and spiritual energy, and seems to even contain a trace of soul power..."

Adir bent down to examine the black worms, shaking his head: "It's a complete hodgepodge."

Yes, a hodgepodge.

Whether it is resentment, mental power, or soul power, they are all extremely special powers. For ordinary beings, being able to use one of them is enough.

The thing before him carried these three different powers simultaneously, and Adir even sensed other subtle powers mixed in, making it seem like a hodgepodge.

What surprised Adir the most was that this thing, despite carrying so many different powers, was still able to form a stable structure, and judging from its appearance, it was also very resilient.

This unique reaction piqued Adir's curiosity.

"The spellbooks that Phil gave me before recorded some characteristics of dark and alchemical life forms, which are somewhat similar to this thing."

Looking up slightly at Cirimu in front of him, Adir casually replied to her.

Hearing Adir say this, Cirimu nodded thoughtfully, though it was unclear whether she had understood or not.

Standing still, watching the worms wriggling and trying to reassemble, Adir casually waved his hand. A gentle breeze arose from the absence of wind and then transformed into sharp blades that pressed forward, slicing the worms apart one by one.

Then, a faint chill rose up, instantly freezing the worms and turning them into solid statues, completely isolating them.

"Go back and get someone to come and tidy it up. Move this stuff to my room and put it in those boxes."

Looking at Cirimu beside him, Adir casually said, "Right, don't ruin it, this is top-quality material."

The ability to fuse so many different powers into one, this unique property and ability, also piqued Adir's interest, and he wanted to find an opportunity to study it carefully.

Before her, Cirimu nodded seriously, then pushed open the door, preparing to go inside to find someone to move her things away.

After she left, watching her hurried figure, Adir shook his head and turned to the side, asking, "My friend, aren't you going to come out and see me?"

Silence fell over the spot. Apart from a few faint chirps of insects, there was no other sound around, as if there was really no one there except for Adir.

Seeing this, Adir shook his head, then slowly lowered his right hand and placed it on the scabbard.

A sharp sword aura emanated from him. His eyes were sharp, and his handsome face was cold and stern, as if he would draw his sword at any moment and cut everything in front of him down.

Seemingly sensing this situation, a faint sound began to rise from ahead.

"How did you find out...?"

A voice came from ahead. It was very faint, but also very hoarse, as if the person had not drunk water for several days.

Hearing this voice, Adir's expression returned to calm, and he slowly lowered his hand that had been holding the sword: "Your aura is far too obvious."

"Your secret technique is very special; ordinary people can't find your location. But with your mere silver-level strength, concealing yourself in front of me is still a bit lacking."

He looked ahead and said calmly.

"I see. It seems you've already advanced to Gold rank..."

A soft sigh came from a corner ahead, followed by a light footstep.

Under Adir's gaze, a woman with an ugly face, covered with wrinkles and lines, walking out from the corner ahead, like a weathered old woman.

She wore a white dress, her long hair cascading down her back. Although her face was ugly, she had a voluptuous figure, and an indescribable, unique aura emanated from her, which surprised Adir.

"This aura..."

Looking at the woman before him, Adir was somewhat surprised: "It's you."

He was familiar with the woman in front of him; he had seen her many times at his manor, and she was one of his maids.

Adir didn't have a strong impression of this maid before; his only impression was her distinctive appearance, and he knew nothing else about her.

Little did they expect that this seemingly ordinary maid was actually a hidden master.

"Lord Yasuo, I have no ill intentions towards you."

Mar walked over from a distant corner, looked at Adir, who was tall and straight, and saw the surprise on his face, and sighed softly before explaining.

"If you harbored ill intentions towards me, I wouldn't have summoned you; I would have drawn my sword directly."

Adir spoke, his eyes deep and cold.

Hearing this, Mar paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile and said, "I had thought about the circumstances under which we would officially meet, but I never expected it to be under these circumstances."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Mar, the chosen one of the goddess of fate."

Looking at Adir in front of her, and to Adir's surprise, she walked up to him, knelt on one knee, and slowly performed a gesture of respect.

This is the highest form of respect, a formal and solemn gesture used by lower-ranking nobles to pay homage to higher-ranking nobles in ancient times.

Of course, this etiquette also has another meaning, which is the loyalty of the subordinate to the superior.

"The chosen one of the goddess of fate."

Looking at Mar before him and watching her actions, Adir was somewhat taken aback and surprised: "What do you want to do?"

"I hope to serve you and become your most loyal subordinate."

Standing up from where she stood, Mar smiled as she looked at Adir before her: "The chosen one of the goddess of fate is destined to come before the one favored by fate."

"Lord Yasuo, you are the lord I have chosen."

"The one favored by fate..."

Strictly speaking, Mar's words were somewhat inexplicable, and an ordinary person would probably be completely confused if they heard them.

But Adir was able to understand her meaning, and even Mar in front of him seemed to understand that he could comprehend it.

"Before I was reincarnated, I separated a large amount of source power from my original body and added it to this clone, artificially creating source power support like that of a child of destiny."

Looking at Mar before him, Adir had a sudden thought: "This kind of behavior, which resembles that of a chosen one, is what people in this world call a person favored by fate?"

As for the chosen ones of the goddess of fate, that's easy to understand.

In this world, the Goddess of Fate is a real deity, rumored to wield the power of destiny and possess immense divine power.

If he is truly the chosen one of this goddess, it is not surprising that he possesses the power to discern the chosen one of destiny.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Finally, Adir raised his head, looked at Mar in front of him, and was about to say something.

In the distance, a series of light footsteps sounded, accompanied by Cirimu's shouts, indicating that she had returned with her people.

Hearing her voice and feeling her footsteps, Adir turned around, looked at Mar in front of him, and said softly, "Come with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step and walked in one direction.

Beside him, Mar smiled and followed Adir's lead without hesitation, walking towards a corner.

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"So, the goddess of fate doesn't choose just one person?"

In a desolate wilderness, Adir, dressed in a black robe with long hair cascading over his shoulders, looked at Mar with some surprise.

"Yes, and not just one."

Mar nodded and sighed softly, saying, "As far as I know, there is one other Chosen One besides myself. As for whether there are any others, I don't know."

"The reason I ended up on the streets and almost died was because of that chosen one."

"Do the chosen ones of fate also attack each other?" Adir asked, somewhat surprised.

Mar glanced at Adir and, understanding his thoughts, explained, "The relationship between the chosen ones is not like that of ordinary church priests."

"The priests of the church are shepherds who serve God, and they are all brothers among themselves, while the chosen ones are the successors of the goddess of destiny, and they are all rivals among themselves..."

She sighed softly, gazing at Adir before her. After a long silence, she finally spoke, "Long ago, the goddess of fate departed from this world..."

"The goddess of fate has fallen?" Adir was taken aback.

"It's not a fall, but a departure..."

Mar sighed softly, "However, the results of the two are not much different. After the goddess of fate left, her divinity and divine kingdom remained, as a rich legacy that the chosen ones of fate fought over."

"Could it be..." Upon hearing this, Adir instantly connected the dots.

"Yes."

Seemingly sensing Adir's thoughts, Mar nodded gently: "The ultimate victor in the struggle between the chosen ones will inherit everything, inheriting the divine position and divine kingdom left behind by the goddess of fate, and becoming the new goddess of fate."

Become a god in one step!

The temptation to leap directly from a mortal to a high and mighty deity is perhaps the greatest.

Even though Adir was a fifth-tier wizard and not a native of this world, he was stunned for a long time and couldn't speak.

(End of this chapter)