Fa Biao De Wo Niu
Chapter 77 Dice of Fate (Seeking Collection and Recommendations)
Legends said that in the dark underground, countless dark creatures lived, along with countless ancient tombs. It was a paradise for specters, skeletons, and corpses. Evil necromancers chanted their soul-summoning incantations in low voices. Plague and disease were everywhere, and no one but necromancers could approach.
This Scroll of Soul Summoning could summon undead creatures that never saw the light of day from deep underground, even through thick layers of earth.
Some fate items were tools used by necromancers to worship the dead, while others were dark objects filled with the power of curses. Even necromancers couldn’t control these things at will.
Just like their name, fate was something no one could fathom.
Nie Yan glanced at the description of the Cursed Skull.
After understanding the introduction of the Cursed Skull, he learned that crushing it allowed the player to obtain three Fate Dice. When the Fate Dice exceeded three points, an additional reward could be obtained. When the Fate Dice were less than or equal to three, one would suffer a curse. The smaller the number on the Fate Dice, the more severe the penalty; the larger the number, the richer the reward.
Rewards or curses; danger and opportunity coexisted.
If not used, the item would disappear in five minutes.
After reading the attribute description of the Cursed Skull, Nie Yan's heart pounded inexplicably. This thing was indeed difficult to control. Throwing the Fate Dice three times meant that under the control of the main system, cheating was impossible. In other words, it all depended on luck. There was a 50% chance of a reward and a 50% chance of a curse.
Nie Yan sat down quietly and ate bread to recover his health, but his mood remained unsettled.
Everything depended on luck. Nie Yan couldn’t be sure if his luck was good or bad. He observed the skull in his hand, the two balls of green fire in its eye sockets flickering and jumping, as if staring at him in a strange way.
It seemed to be saying, if you were given a chance, would you dare to challenge your fate?
The future was full of unknowns.
Nie Yan held the skull, hesitant and uncertain. If he couldn't make a decision, this fate item would disappear without a trace.
Nie Yan constantly questioned himself. At this moment, it was difficult for anyone to make a decision easily.
Time passed second by second. Nie Yan suddenly remembered a story about an old man who came to a small town with a sealed box. He told the residents that for just one silver coin, they could open the box and keep everything inside. But no one was willing to spend a silver coin to open the box. Later, the old man left, and the residents of the town would toss and turn in their beds, regretting that they hadn't spent a silver coin to see what was inside.
The principle was simple. If Nie Yan didn't try to use this Cursed Skull and allowed it to disappear, he might regret not seeing what the Cursed Skull could bring him someday.
What harm was there in trying? Nie Yan's heart became firm. He gradually exerted force with the five fingers of his right hand. Under Nie Yan's strength, cracks gradually appeared on the Cursed Skull. With a clench of his teeth and a snap, the Cursed Skull was crushed into pieces.
Time suddenly stood still within a radius of twenty yards, and everything stopped working.
Above Nie Yan, a huge bone Fate Die appeared. The six sides of the Fate Die floated in the air, each written with six large, scarlet, bright characters in the ancient undead language, representing one, two, three, four, five, and six.
Awaiting Nie Yan was the judgment of fate!
Nie Yan took a deep breath and slowly extended his right hand, touching the Fate Die in the sky. The Fate Die suddenly began to spin wildly.
Countless numbers switched不停地切换, dazzling to the eye.
"Stop!" Nie Yan said. The rapidly rotating Fate Die stopped, facing Nie Yan was three, a bright number, as red as blood.
Damn it, so unlucky.
A vicious curse covered Nie Yan's entire body, and a trace of strength was slowly drawn from his body by an evil power.
Plague Weakness Curse: Permanent curse, Strength -10.
The terrifying curse effect made Nie Yan feel a chill. His Strength was permanently reduced by 10 points, which was unacceptable even for top players.
Every stat point was a treasure to players, and it was very difficult to increase permanent stat points.
The scarlet number on the Fate Die was like a demon spitting out a red tongue, dazzling and mockingly looking at Nie Yan.
The number on the Fate Die was three, and the penalty for Nie Yan was a permanent reduction of 10 points of Strength. It was hard to imagine what kind of severe curse he would encounter if it were two, or one.
Nie Yan didn't dare to imagine what awaited him next. Would he become a useless person and have to delete his account and start over?
The unknown was like fate.
It was because of the unknown that it was frightening.
But Nie Yan had no way out. The Fate Die floated quietly. If Nie Yan didn't activate it, it would automatically inflict a curse when the time came.
Did he regret it? Nie Yan didn't seem to have much time now. He stretched out his right hand and activated the Fate Die. Fate was spinning wildly. He didn't know whether the next moment would be a dazzling reward or a dark curse. No matter what it was, Nie Yan couldn't escape the judgment of fate.
If it was still a curse, no, it wouldn't be.
"Stop!" Nie Yan's voice was not as decisive as the first time he used the Fate Die, but he still stopped the Fate Die.
The pale Fate Die, like a rope, strangled Nie Yan's heart. The sound of the Fate Die stopping made Nie Yan's heart stop for a moment.
It was five points! A brilliant white light fell on Nie Yan's head. Nie Yan's heart suddenly relaxed. It wasn't a curse!
As long as it wasn't a curse, he was satisfied!
Nie Yan regained his composure, glanced at the system notification, and quickly opened the skill bar. There was an extra skill in the skill bar.
Undead Ritual: Undead Shrine skill, skill level one, sacrifice 30% of health to command an undead creature. 20% chance to make the undead creature serve you for three hours. The maximum number of undead creatures is 5. Skill cooldown time is thirty seconds.
It seemed that the sacrifice had been rewarded. After seeing the Undead Ritual skill, Nie Yan's heart couldn't help but tighten. It was actually a Shrine skill, so awesome. Undead Shrine skills and Elemental Shrine skills belonged to the same rank, both were advanced magic. The lost 10 points of Strength could be compensated after all. With the Chapter of Courage, leveling up to around level twenty-five could basically erase the permanent stat reduction effect of the Weakness Curse. But this legendary skill was a treasure that couldn't be bought for any amount of money. With this skill, he would have to go to the undead territories to level up more often in the future!
The Fate Die had one last chance left. Nie Yan looked at the Fate Die suspended in the air, his expression full of complexity. This thing could make people ascend to the sky in one step, or it could make them doomed forever.