Ouroboros was a foolish snake

"How can I remove the Bad Luck Curse brought by the Ouroboros Mural?"

After posing the question, Luther remained tilted back, awaiting the silver-white giant serpent's response.

At first, the giant snake remained motionless.

Communication failed?

Luther couldn't help but think to himself.

But in the next moment, the giant snake suddenly moved. It opened its enormous mouth, aimed its body at Luther, and sprang down!

Oh no.

Luther had no time to react. In that instant, he only had time to see the structure inside the giant snake's mouth. There were no teeth or tongue inside, only a blood-red color. But this blood-red color only lasted for a moment before being replaced by darkness.

He was swallowed.

It was warm and dark around me, but strangely, I didn't feel the squeezing sensation of being trapped in a snake's belly.

"Splash, splash, splash."

The sound of flowing water nearby brought a sense of peace to my ears.

After a brief moment of surprise, Luther calmed down. He felt that the other party wouldn't be so hungry as to want to eat him to satisfy their hunger. There must be another purpose behind their actions.

"Your knowledge of occultism is quite impressive; the Mystical Pact Ritual was performed very skillfully."

Sure enough, a voice rang out in the darkness. The voice was rather indistinct, and it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female, or their age.

"Because I've worked as a 'Secrets Suppliant'."

Luther answered cautiously.

He couldn't see the other person's state, but he could vaguely sense the gaze of the Snake of Mercury; the other person was looking at him.

That day, when they encountered the Devil Demigod, although He changed the situation on the field with "Lucky Roulette," He also gave Himself a Card of Blasphemy as compensation. This shows that the opponent basically had no obvious malice. At least His attitude was neutral.

"The Curse on the murals can be lifted. Go to Oravi Island; Councilor Ricciardo of the Life School of Thought is there, and he can resolve it."

After observing him for a while, the voice spoke slowly.

Life School of Thought!

Luther's heart skipped a beat as he heard a familiar term.

He really is the Chairman of the Life School of Thought, the missing "Snake of Mercury"! The information Sharron provided earlier matches the current situation perfectly! Judging from his words, he still has control over the Life School of Thought and isn't "missing" as the outside world has spread.

However, he didn't know where the Oravi Island was, and he didn't plan to leave the God War Ruins anytime soon.

"Your Excellency, is there any way to suppress the Misfortune or reduce the intensity of the Curse in the short term?" Luther continued to ask. "The person who saw the Ouroboros Mural may not last long; his Misfortune has already begun to threaten his life."

"Oh, I can teach you how to make a talisman."

"Are talismans used to ward off Misfortune?"

"No, it brings Misfortune."

"Ah?"

"Use this talisman to actively induce misfortune, release Misfortune bad luck, and keep his crisis under control," the other party further explained. "Once every two or three days, there shouldn't be any major problems in the short term."

"That's a good idea."

Luther said it sincerely.

As expected of Fate Pathway, it even has such a clever solution.

"Ouroboros is a Foolish Snake, and his Curse is just as stupid," the Chairman of the Life School of Thought cursed. "He deserved to be deceived."

The tone was very impolite, and it also carried dissatisfaction with the True Creator's retinue.

Foolish Snake

Luther was amused by the nickname, and then he felt some information flowing into his mind.

Okay, let's leave it at that for now.

The other person's voice gradually deepened, "I'm going through a crucial developmental period. Don't contact me unless it's absolutely necessary."

The surrounding darkness and the rushing water disappeared together, and Luther opened his eyes, returning to reality.

On the beach, the two candles had been extinguished, and the Sacred Emblem on his arm had healed, leaving his skin smooth and even, with no trace of the knife wound.

Anderson watched him nervously and expectantly from the side.

"How about it?"

"I have a solution; I have both a way to temporarily control the Misfortune and a way to completely solve the problem."

Luther's answer delighted him, but after hearing the details, he was somewhat troubled.

"So the only result was changing the Misfortune to an actively triggered one?"

He said.

"It's better than you being constantly on edge, never knowing when you'll run into trouble."

Luther recalled the extra information that had appeared in his mind; it was the method for creating the "Misfortune" talisman.

"The Main Ingredient is silver, and the one who borrowed power from Him was very cautious; He didn't tell me His Honorific Name."

He thought to himself.

As the Angel of Fate Pathway, the Chairman of the Life School of Thought could certainly act as the end point of the Ritual, channeling power into the talisman. Perhaps it's because of the Reboot that His Honorific Name no longer matches the current one, and He can't simply come up with one for me on the spot.

That's fine, the Goddess's power isn't unusable. After all, Goddess Honorific Name includes the description of her as the Empress of Calamity.

Luther muttered to himself, and once again performed the Ritual, offering a prayer to the Goddess. He skillfully inscribed marks on the silver sheet, finally completing the spell.

"Give."

He tossed the talisman to Anderson, "Use this as a substitute until you truly resolve your Misfortune."

"Good."

Anderson examined the pattern carefully, then cautiously put it in his pocket. Although he said that, when it came to his life, he was still very serious.

This matter is now resolved.

Luther thought to himself, "Next, I just need to wait for the Hanged Man to buy the boat for me."

Bayam, the "Generous City," is located in a remote fishing area.

Do you have sailboats around 20 meters long?

"I asked, Alger, who was wearing a mask."

How many people can it carry?

He asked the middle-aged man squatting opposite him, his bare calves and rotten teeth stained yellow from smoking.

About ten people.

Alger thought for a moment, then said, "It'd better be sturdy, able to withstand wind and waves."

"Oh, you could have just said it would be used as a pirate ship."

The middle-aged man stood up and led him deeper into the fishing grounds. Inside a cave on the water near the shore, he saw rows of wooden boats lined up side by side.

"We have both brand new and used ones, take a look yourself."

What's the condition of secondhand items?

Alger asked, carefully examining the rows of ships.

"Some were bombed and sold cheaply, some were replaced when new ships were built, and some had almost all their crew members killed off and quit piracy. See that red one? That's the unluckiest. Three newly formed pirate crews bought it cheaply, and they all died. If you want it, I can sell it to you for a bargain."

As the boat dealer spoke, he threw his cigarette butt into the water with a "hiss" sound.

"No."

Alger glanced at the nearly brand-new, blood-stained bimask and then decisively shook his head.

What about the price?

"New ones are around £3,000, used ones start at £1,500, and those with cannons are extra."

"Um."

Alger nodded.

He's only responsible for relaying information; the final decision is up to him to Temperance.