Chapter 221

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Chapter 221: King of Luck!

Luck is not an abstract or fleeting concept. It is a real, tangible force. The third-generation chairman of Time of Chord and the greatest prophetic spell master in Noah’s history has already proven this truth.

“Fate and luck are not just ideas; they are as real as anything else. Mortals cannot escape their destiny, but luck? That can be altered… and with the right trick, it can be controlled.”

To the extraordinary members of the Prophetic Spell faction, luck is as measurable and objective as life energy, strength, or speed. They can manipulate it—transferring it, storing it, or even plundering it. For some individuals, their abilities are directly tied to their luck.

At this moment, although Ramos’ prophetic spell abilities had failed, he still drew upon the innate power he had carefully prepared long ago.

“The Fate of the King”

He had the power to steal the luck of ordinary people and claim it for himself. As he grew stronger, he could absorb and endure more of that luck.

Ramos tossed three identical coins randomly, watching them spin wildly before falling to the wooden floor. They finally stopped, all standing perfectly upright.

He smiled inwardly—he was the king of luck. Failure would never touch him again.

“I had two Civilization-level Relics at my disposal,” Ramos mused. “But one I sacrificed to the great Chaos Star in exchange for a gift. The other, due to a vampire’s interference, is temporarily out of my reach.”

He continued, “Even the power of prophecy does not work on the Babel Tower. You’re right—I’m currently weak. But right now, I am also the luckiest man alive.”

Ramos looked coolly at the ‘Profligate’ in front of him, striding forward without hesitation, showing no sign of protecting the three cards behind him.

“Luck will be on my side.”

Bai Yan took a deep breath. According to his original plan, he hadn’t sent anyone. Only Core Operator ‘Mysterious Magic’ had been dispatched. Alan, who was now outmatched, had been thoroughly defeated by Ramos.

Bai Yan had played the “Babel Tower game” multiple times in a single day, changing countless permutations and combinations in battle. He even tried to convince everyone to abandon the Demon Hunt Agency and Platinum Zone to join forces against Ramos. But while they managed to suppress him, they could never strike the final blow.

And when Tao Wu completed Ramos’ mission, breaking the sealing ceremony under the terrible disaster, only three members of the Black Star Faction survived, protected by the Chaos Star.

“But the greatest variable in this Babel Tower game…” Bai Yan murmured, “is me.”

Power Possession… Nightsaber. Deep Blue World.

Without hesitation, Bai Yan froze time, bypassed Ramos, and moved swiftly to destroy the playing cards.

“Snap.”

But in an instant, Bai Yan’s right foot twisted unnaturally—an occurrence with less than a one-in-a-million chance. His body lurched forward, plummeting toward the ground.

However, thanks to the balance of Nightsaber, which far exceeded that of an ordinary person, Bai Yan managed to stabilize himself, trying to continue his advance in the solidified time.

He was just five steps away from the cards, but each step he took shattered bones, nerves, and muscles, causing blood to spill freely.

By the time he reached the cards, his broken body could no longer hold him up, and he collapsed to the ground, kneeling, gasping for breath. The sound of pouring rain filled his ears.

He could destroy the cards with a mere reach—but his cervical spine had been injured, and both hands refused to cooperate.

Ramos turned, adjusting his silver-framed glasses, staring down at the bloodied man kneeling before him.

“You’re quite persistent… to have gotten this close. But now, I must crush your hopes.”

He raised his hand, and the three playing cards floated in mid-air before vanishing into Ramos’ body.

“Unless you can completely destroy my body, there’s no way to destroy them… But as for me? I am lucky beyond measure. What can you do to harm me?”

Ramos paused, then added, “Or, in other words, will you die first, just because you harbor hostility towards me?”

With a slight chuckle, he continued, “My immense luck extends even to those who bear ill will towards me. I presume the members of the Demon Hunt Agency and Babel Tower are already in grave trouble by now.”

He turned his back, his voice trailing off. “Let’s see how this all plays out.”

Bai Yan slowly rose, taking a deep breath. His wounds healed rapidly as he stood, the time in Deep Blue World having passed.

Looking out the window at the dark sky, he froze in disbelief. A meteorite wrapped in flames plummeted from the heavens, hurtling toward the villa with an unstoppable force.

“This luck… it’s too much.”

A headache began to form in Bai Yan’s mind. Even with only a fraction of his abilities available and the Relic temporarily out of use, this Crown—the leader of the Black Star Faction and a top-tier expert—was no easy opponent.

Fighting such an adversary, one whose luck could manipulate fate itself, was a difficult task. Even using a trump card might be futile if some powerful figure were to intervene on Ramos’ behalf.

The only hope left was to turn the tables with pure luck.

But Bai Yan, not being a true Core Operator of the Demon Hunt Agency, couldn’t use a Tactical Card on himself. That was the reason he had summoned ‘Mysterious Magic.’

Meanwhile, Alan, still outside the house, felt an unprecedented surge of power. No… it wasn’t power—it was something more profound, a blessing from the world itself.

Alan could feel it—the entire world was watching him!

The stars illuminated the sky.

The night protected him from the sun.

At that moment, Alan knew it: He was the child of destiny.

The meteorite, which had been aimed directly at the villa, veered off course and exploded far from Tatsumi City, creating a massive blast.

Without hesitation, Alan clapped his hands, swapping places with a nearby chair inside the villa.

“I’m here. Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Profligate.”

Ramos froze. Not only had he sensed the presence of this man, but he could feel the overwhelming luck surrounding him—luck that rivaled his own.

“How is that possible…”

Ramos couldn’t understand, but he was forced to accept it. Perhaps the other had used an incredibly rare Relic or a forbidden curse that enhanced luck.

“But it shouldn’t last long…”

“Mysterious Magic” and “Profligate” flanked Ramos, the “Undefeated” legend, in a pincer attack.

Although Alan had never fought alongside Mr. Profligate, he felt a strange sense of familiarity. He was confident that their coordination would be better than expected—this man seemed like the perfect partner.

Ramos was right in one regard: Bai Yan knew they had but a brief moment to succeed.

If they couldn’t defeat Ramos within a quarter of an hour, their Tactical Card would expire—and their chances of winning would vanish.

“Ramos’ luck still affects me, but your luck, at this moment, is like that of a deity. It can offset his power. You are the one who can defeat him now,” Bai Yan said, encouraging “Mysterious Magic.”

Alan nodded, his expression confident beneath his mask. “I’ll handle it.”

Ramos’ voice grew cold. “Your Babel Tower methods are impressive, but unfortunately, my abilities go beyond prophecy and luck…”

Suddenly, with blinding speed, Ramos appeared in front of Alan, delivering a brutal punch to his stomach. Alan collapsed weakly.

“If it were ‘Profligate’ who had canceled my luck, I might understand it, but you?” Ramos scoffed. “Even with all your power, I can still kill you.”

Ramos’ speed, when relying solely on his physical abilities, was comparable to Raven Reaper.

“Are you underestimating me that much?” Alan asked, grinning.

Without warning, Alan’s form began to dissipate, revealing an illusory clone. Unlikely Friendship.

Raising his hand, Alan unleashed his most powerful technique.

The Fire that Burns Everything.

The black flame erupted, born in a world destined for destruction, igniting a new calamity!

Ramos screamed as the flames consumed him. However, if his luck still worked on Alan, it would be Bai Yan who burned instead.

A horrifying black flame consumed Ramos’ left arm, radiating a twisted, oppressive aura. Sweat poured from his face.

“You… are strong,” Ramos muttered.

With calm fury, he severed his left arm and glared at his two enemies.

His figure gradually faded into the darkness.

Bai Yan spoke quickly, “He won’t die immediately, but it doesn’t mean he won’t be hurt. He won’t recover fast enough. Our victory will come when we burn him and his cards into ashes.”

At that moment, Bai Yan, empowered by Nightsaber, closed his eyes, sensing his enemy’s position.

“Be careful, he’s behind you!”

As Bai Yan warned, a burst of blood sprayed from his mouth. When Alan turned, he saw a massive fist rapidly approaching.

“Bang.”

The blow struck Alan’s temple, causing him to stagger.

“Bang.”

“Bang.”

“Bang.”

Three consecutive blows to Alan’s chin, chest, and eyes pushed him back, preventing him from casting any spells.

Bai Yan wasn’t just standing idly by. Even with his luck in shambles, he moved to resist.

Deep Blue World.

Time froze once again. Bai Yan moved quickly, grabbing Alan and tossing him away. He targeted Ramos, delivering a punch with the last of his strength.

His fist cracked, his body collapsing under the strain, but his knuckles grazed Ramos’ face.

“Bang!”

Ramos was thrown backward, crashing through the window and landing heavily on the ground.

Bai Yan’s body, on the other hand, was not so lucky. His internal organs began to bleed, his cells mutated, and sudden illnesses struck. He felt weak, dizzy, and the pain in his heart intensified.

“You are not invincible,” Bai Yan said, staring at Ramos, who was slowly rising, despite the weakened blow.

Alan, though battered, stood and prepared for his next spell. The Fire that Burns Everything was powerful, but it was also draining, and distance weakened its effect.

Ramos, the “Undefeated,” stood coldly in the shadows, his gaze fixed on the two of them. The rain poured through the broken window behind him.

“Bang!”

Thunder cracked, followed by lightning that lit up the night sky.

“I am indeed not invincible,” Ramos said slowly. “Failure is a part of life, no one is immune…”

He turned abruptly, shock filling his eyes.

What was that?

A stronger aura—dazzling, scarlet!

Ramos recognized it immediately.

“It’s her! She really came!”

The Queen of the Scarlet Moon. Ramos knew his prophecy had been accurate—she was here to confront him.

Even though she had been grievously injured, she still came, risking everything to end him.

Bai Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she arrived—but just a bit too late…

“Did this guy oversleep?”

Reason told Bai Yan the Queen of the Scarlet Moon must have taken some time to get here, her timing dependent on Ramos’ luck being disrupted.

Now, with Alan’s support, she could close the gap.

This was a variable that hadn’t appeared in the “Babel Tower game”—a favor granted because Bai Yan had shared Pastor’s location with her, allowing her to exact vengeance for her fallen kin.

And now, at this crucial moment, it was time to repay that favor.