Wheel of Fortune

Alice found it hard to describe how she felt at that moment.

Her advancement journey had, in a sense, been fairly smooth all the way. Setting aside the ritual process, at least the step from drinking a Potion to completing her advancement could be called painless.

—At least, Alice had never experienced the soul-rending agony Klein had described.

In fact, this time was no different.

Fate's erosion was gentler, more silent. Before realizing she was dissolving within this River of Rippling Light, Alice had even found it comfortable and warm.

Once she noticed that, Alice should have been afraid. But she had no time for fear. She knew she had to find a solution before she dissolved completely. Otherwise, like every tributary that flowed into the main trunk, she would vanish without a sound.

So...

Amon, hurry up and make your move!

—That was a joke.

The moment she took away the Blasphemy Slate, the focus of Alice's ritual was no longer Amon, but the Blasphemy Slate, the Chaos Sea.

Before the Giant King's Court, when she saw Klein being affected by the Chaos Sea, Alice had tried to help him resist it without a second thought. She had undoubtedly failed, and the Chaos Sea had even left an imprint within a tributary that belonged to her own fate.

But was that a bad thing? At least at this moment, Alice discovered that it was a good thing.

That imprint was like the best anchor. No matter how the waves of the River of Fate surged, they could not wash away that imprint or the Blasphemy Slate connected to it.

This allowed Alice to use it as a core and continuously gather her dissolving self back together.

But that was not enough. Alice knew she had to find something to