Date: Unspecified
Ti: Unspecified
Location: Myriad Realms, Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Three Mischief Encampnt, Limitless Celestial Blood Fate Rule Domain
"Co on, finish . What are you waiting for?" the Supre Leader shouted, his voice echoing with forced urgency as I stood there, unmoving, simply watching him.
By now, it was obvious he was faking it. If he truly wanted to die, he wouldn’t be yelling—he would’ve acted. No, he was stalling, dragging out the mont, waiting for the Emissary of Light to arrive so he could try his luck again. The desperation was there, but it was carefully masked beneath that loud bravado.
That alone told sothing important about the Eye of Prosperity—it had a limitation. It couldn’t evaluate actions that carried no real intent, no substance behind them.
I,e. as long as the Supre Leader and the Emissary weren’t genuinely preparing to fight , the Eye wouldn’t register their choices and calculate the success of their action. If it could, it would have told him that whatever he was planning held no value—that all this hesitation and noise amounted to nothing, and that I would win no matter what.
But because of that blind spot, the Supre Leader still believed he had a chance. He didn’t realize that even if it was both of them the end would be the sa. Regardless, their efforts, their calculations, and their faith, they were bound for sothing far worse than death the mont they chose to stand against .
I wanted to keep waiting, to ignore him a little longer, but in the end I decided to begin my play. Maybe the Eye of Prosperity had already told him he could act like this in front of , pushing to finish him. Or maybe it hadn’t. That was the interesting part about fighting sothing that calculated every damn possibility before it even happened.
Enough ti had already passed—more than enough for him to feel it. Every second the Emissary of Light failed to appear to rescue him breaking my Limitless Celestial Blood Rule Domain was another second of quiet despair creeping in.
"Fine, I’ll settle this with you now," I said.
For a brief mont, the Supre Leader’s expression froze when he heard , but then his face imdiately turned indifferent, as if he were trying to mask the shift, even as he felt my gaze lock onto him.
I grinned and used the Myriad Transformation Hex, condensing a Primordial Calamity Daughter Gem into the form of a black pill. With a flick of my fingers, I tossed it toward him, saying, "That’s your chance to make it out of here alive."
"Swallow it willingly, surrender yourself to , and you’ll live—as mine. But if you resist, hesitate, or even entertain a second thought, it’ll turn into sothing worse than death. Go on, use your Eye of Prosperity on it. Check if I’m lying."
He caught the black pill, his grip tightening for just a second before he activated his ability. Using his Eye of Prosperity to assess it, he saw the truth clearly—the pill’s value to him was worse than death, yet to , it was worth more than the Supre Leader’s own life.
Yes, the Supre Leader hadn’t been entirely truthful about his Eye of Prosperity. Prosperity was never absolute—it was relative. A deal that profited one side could just as easily bleed the other dry. I arrived at this when he compared prosperity as one’s value, worth, and success, even without him having to say it.
He activated the Eye again, focusing on the pill—but this ti, he adjusted his intent. He imagined swallowing it willingly, without resistance, fully surrendering himself to . The result changed. Now, the value of the pill to him rose sharply, almost matching its value to . aning, if he took the pill while surrendering to without any resistance, his own value would rise to match mine.
He looked at , learning that I wasn’t lying to him. I had truly given him the one way to walk out of my limitless celestial blood fate domain alive. But then it also baffled him. What kind of pill behaved like that? It’s worth shifting with intent, its outco bending with choice—as if it possessed a will of its own. And worse, a will that clearly favored .
"You truly are a one-of-a-kind genius," the Supre Leader sighed, a note of helplessness slipping through as temptation crept into his voice.
How could he not be tempted? The pill promised him everything he had ever chased—the power to crush the masters, eliminate the other two mischiefs, and stand alone as the ruler of the united five regions. But the price was just as clear: his freedom. Whatever he gained would never truly belong to him.
And yet... it was still better than certain death.
As long as he lived, there was always another chance, another move left to play. With that kind of power, that chance wouldn’t co to an end anyti soon. His thoughts spiraled, each one circling back to the sa point—what the pill could give him, what it could make possible.
He was tempted. There was no denying it. Compared to certain death, the power to fulfill his ambitions wasn’t just tempting—it was a lifeboat. If he refused to climb aboard, he would be a fool.
"Did you give the Matron a similar pill?" the Supre Leader asked, his mind racing. If it was sothing like this, then her betrayal made sense. Risking the backlash of breaking their oath wouldn’t seem so unthinkable anymore.
"You’re sharp. Yes, I did," I answered plainly, offering no details about how I’d actually given it to her.
"What about the Tao Eye? Do I get to keep it, or will you—" the Supre Leader began, already sounding like he’d made up his mind and was trying to squeeze as much as he could from the deal.
"No. Not you, not ," I cut in, leaving no room for negotiation. "It goes back to its original owner—Clown Mask."
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