Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Chapter 427 Pure Divination

"…So, even the wish I just made is within the script of the Lord of Mysteries?"

Klein suddenly asked.

It's not that he disagreed with Melissa's assessment of the situation, but when faced with these vague strategies and plans, he always had an indelible sense of powerlessness, like a feather drifting in the wind, unable to control its direction.

One's own struggle is within the script, one's own sorrow is within the script, and even one's own resistance cannot escape the script's prediction.

It just so happens that the one who wrote all these scripts was myself three hundred years ago.

"Do not."

Melissa's answer was beyond Klein's expectations.

“If you rely too much on the arrangement of the script, even the most brilliant tricks will eventually become the laziness of an incompetent person.

"If you want to survive in a desperate situation, you have to jump out of all the rules and regulations, throw away all the scripts and strategies, and only have pure——

“Win by surprise!”

Melissa patted the wooden box vigorously, her tone full of expectation for Klein.

“This is a flying page outside the script, a change outside the plan, and a truly free thought completely away from the battlefield.

"This is -- a wish from your heart!"

Melissa's fingertips flew over the tall wooden box and gently tapped Klein's chest. Under the backlight of the ceiling light, Melissa, with her dull black pupils, looked like a witch who led people into a trap.

"But... I don't feel like anything has changed?"

Klein scratched his head, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with Melissa's grand narrative. He patted his body, trying to find out if something strange had happened to him, but it was all in vain.

“No, the change has happened, the wish has been answered.

“And this response comes from you.”

Melissa placed her hands on the wooden box, her tone soft and profound, the witch examining her fate gave her decision.

“That’s the answer you give yourself.”

and many more……

The answer is... this wooden box...?

Klein sat cross-legged on the ground, looking seriously at the scarred Promax automatic wishing machine in front of him. The large wooden box that originally looked very high-end had now become very cheap, and looked pitiful for a poor and miserable life. If the one covered with scars was Frankenstein, then the box in front of him looked more like the unlucky Frankenstein who had just returned from a circus performance and fell into a carnival.

Melissa's words left Klein somewhat confused. After carefully observing them for a moment, Klein suddenly slapped his thigh.

Destroy the original structure, add random variables, reinterpret the intention...

"Isn't this divination?"

"Yes, Klein.

"The way you respond to your wish is this divination, a divination that is done entirely by you.

“It is random enough, rich enough, and complete enough to be presented to you with a brand new and full intention.

“This is divination in its purest form.

"The answer you want is in the divination before you."

"Interpret it, Klein, and then make your wish come true."

Klein looked at the wooden box and fell into deep thought.

Throughout history, there have been many forms of divination. Any method of predicting the future and destiny through various phenomena and changes in real life, in order to answer questions and gain insight into the unknown, can be called divination.

Klein was familiar with several divination techniques based on cracks, such as tortoise shell divination from ancient times.

If the process of filling and repairing the wishing machine is regarded as a divination ritual, then the current state of the wishing machine represents the result of the divination. The random changes that occur in this process are the most critical revelation in the divination.

The key to making your wish come true is right in the wishing machine in front of you.

If you really want to say what is on this big wooden box, it is nothing more than hair, wooden boxes, mirrors, flyers, and some miscellaneous items.

The hair and the wooden box are both things from Alice, they are pure and simple, and should only represent Alice's symbols, either [nothingness] or [relationship]. These are elements that will not change and have nothing to do with reality, and their essence is anti-divination, anti-prophecy, and even anti-reality.

Klein believes that when interpreting, one can directly skip over these elements representing Alice, and focus should be placed on those things that one has "picked up" to "repair".

[Pick up] and [Repair] themselves represent obvious randomness, jamming, and unexpected images. These elements obtained through one's own combination are the soul of this divination.

The mirror that was temporarily found to fill the hole was shattered in the explosion just now. It was just the right hardness and size, so Klein grabbed several pieces to fill the gap. Some of them were even not the right size, so Klein broke them again and processed them, and forced them in.

As for the flyers, they were picked up by programmer Klein when he went out, and they have been left on his desk gathering dust ever since. Although advertisements are now delivered to everyone in various electronic forms, the oldest flyer advertisements still live tenaciously in this world.

The flyers used to wrap the fragments and fill the gaps came from an amusement park outside Backlund. At that time, programmer Klein was given a lot of them on the street, but he couldn't bear to refuse them, so he had to put them in his pocket and took them home. Unfortunately, until he awakened his memories of the Fifth Epoch, programmer Klein had never been to the amusement park once.

... [Mirror] ... [Playground] ... [Crack] ...

Klein could only extract a few useful keywords for the time being. He couldn't figure out the connection between these intentions for the time being, so he could only start from a single aspect.

He took a deep breath and looked at the weird big wooden box again.

The first thing that caught his eye was the threatening [cracks] that tore the wooden box into several pieces in a twisted manner. Even if it was forcibly repaired, the disaster and misfortune still carved indelible scars on this exquisite box, which were hideous and terrifying. Just like the devastated Backlund at the moment, it was a [material reality] that was still lingering after being tortured and torn thousands of times.

Then, those glittering [mirrors] caught Klein's attention. Under the lights of the apartment, Klein's face was reflected in different shapes in the lenses. Then it disappeared at a different angle, leaving only the dazzling light. Then, the face and the starlight appeared alternately on the wooden board. Between the flickering and fading, the ever-changing [self] seemed to have established a connection with the twinkling starlight in the sky, leading to the dazzling [celestial stars].

The last twisted and folded leaflet of Paradise firmly links the Mirror and the Crack together in the most inconspicuous place. It is the guidance from a higher being, the blessing bestowed upon the wooden box by the gods who protect clowns, magicians and jugglers in Paradise, and the Supreme Truth that can penetrate dimensional space and cannot be shaken.

So Klein reached out, picked up the fragments, and tore up the flyer.

[Cracks] distort the colorful [Paradise] and roll up the shining [Lens]. Everything begins to twist and shatter, and then is reborn in the process of reconstruction.

[The Supreme Truth] sends down its great power, and [the celestial bodies] and [matter] embrace and rotate.

Thrice-great Hermes clasped his hands.

The leaflet is the tube wall, the fragments are the mirror surface, and countless stars fall between the hands.

That is a blurred kaleidoscope of reality and illusion!

"Melissa! I got it!!"

"Sh-!"

Melissa stretched out her finger and covered Klein's lips.

"If you make a wish out loud, it won't work."