After listening, Nis was also surprised: "After being possessed by the Mist shadow, bad luck follows? This change in luck is quite interesting. Although he faced many traps, the Mist shadow eventually abandoned his body. Should we say he’s lucky or unlucky?"
After thinking about it, Nis said: "It should be considered lucky, right? At least the outcome is like this."
After speaking, Nis looked at Reynaud, with a pondering gaze. Previously, he had jokingly called him a mascot, believing less in "luck," but after hearing Angel’s account, he had more thoughts on Reynaud’s Luck Talent.
In this world, miracles sometimes do happen; ordinary people occasionally exhibit incredible talents.
Could it be that Reynaud truly possesses an extremely rare Luck Talent?
If this is true... Nis grew even more interested in Reynaud.
"Do you want to possess your body now?" Angel asked Reynaud.
Reynaud, having not returned to his body for a long time, actually wanted to possess it, but after thinking he shook his head: "Forget it, returning now would be of no use, and might even burden you, sir. I’ll first use my Soul Body, and when I reach a safe place, then possess it."
"Could I trouble you, sir, to hold onto my body first?"
Angel nodded indifferently.
Nis then spoke: "Why not let me take this ice coffin, I’ll hold it for him."
Nis appeared serious, with a look that said "I can help."
Angel glanced at Reynaud, who hesitated for a moment and quietly said: "Actually, I think I might be salvageable."
Nis turned to Reynaud: "You mean, if I hold onto your body, it couldn’t be saved?"
Reynaud dared not respond, but from his expression and eyes, it could be seen that he indeed thought so.
Angel thought for a moment and ignored Nis’s "help," directly collecting the ice coffin. Reynaud’s speculation wasn’t without reason; if given to Nis, who knows if it might encounter an unfortunate accident by the time it’s retrieved.
...
After Angel and Nis reunited.
On the other side, in a serene sea shrouded in a thin mist.
Ferro stood on the back of a bird made of flame, gazing distantly at the battlefield.
The night suddenly devoured the faint glow, then the calm sea rapidly surged into waves hundreds of meters high.
In the sky, Kanter, clad in a cloak of night, stared intently at the crest of the waves below.
And on top of the wave, stood a humanoid figure. From the detailed look in her eyes and the number visible on her face, it could be concluded that this humanoid was Number 03.
However, Number 03’s appearance now was completely unlike before.
Her previously fair skin had turned into coarse green bark, and her slender limbs transformed into robust branches. Her long hair changed into a crown of branched guardians, atop which a red fruit glowed brightly.
This red fruit, from afar, looked like a ruby on the crown, extremely dazzling.
Yet more dazzling was the aura emanating from the red fruit.
That was... the scent of mystery.
...
In the dark void, a petite pink octopus with sapphire-like eyes leisurely swam as if it regarded the void as the ocean.
It looked very content, yet its speed was astonishingly fast. With each swim, it advanced a significant spatial distance. Although not surpassing high-dimensional travel, it already matched the speed of an ordinary Void Traveler.
Its course was fixed on the Southern Domain.
As the spatial distance continually narrowed, it drew closer to the Southern Domain, and its sapphire-like twin eyes started to emit a hazy glow.
Within the glow, it vaguely saw a sea obscured by mist.