Chapter 25 - Impossible Fight Part Three: Fortune, The Goddess Of Luck (1/2)

MF might plan for everything, she was that paranoid, but did she plan for a space bending Primordial coming to save Elon?

The answer was no.

But countless species of living beings in all kinds of forms did survive a threshold of life and death by adapting to the doomsday. There was no brain cell that was inactive in calculating in her brain. Every reality passing, she was searching for an answer.

Then, a jolt of light that was out of this world forced her to blink in this important time. She quickly opened her eyes right after, only to find herself laying down on a murky water where one couldn't even drown and sink.

Darkness stretched in perpetuity, the sensation of cold now came to her to run a marathon on every inch of her skin. She stood, and while she beheld the emptiness, she used her Controlled Cancer Instant Expansion to make up some of her lost limbs meat volume before turning it as a material for her arms regeneration. Saving a lot of energy.

”Where am I?”

A 'plup' sound could be heard escalating loud, as if a humanoid being was approaching through the anti-sink murky water. Step by step, MF perceived a tall lady in a business suit with a tie burning blue. Slick puffy silvery golden hair with sharp flat bangs, blue gaze, and lips that gave off an unsatisfactory emotion.

Standing 2.5 meters in height, she looked down upon the devil before giving a Glasgow smile. A snip from her finger summoned a chair and a table like those akin to an interview.

The giant lady gestured MF to sit down, she walked a couple of steps away from the table, then abruptly turned with an open arm. Her long hair followed her movement, then a giant portal that shows your situation from a third point of view appeared.

From a feracious open arm into one of the hands placed into her chest, the lady bowed.

”I'm the lady, the lice who lowers the likelihood of life's lotto's loss for the lazy.” She then gave a wink. ”F-O-R-T-U-N-E, is the name for this majestic someone. Fufufu, Indeed, a rather pleasant sight of me seeing you whom I truly accused of triggering the 'Necrosis' of my chosen champion. Isn't that right? MFX90?”

MF heart sank, her guts felt heavy with the word that stung into her mind—but this is not the time to be confused. In fact, she was interested in what this entity truly was.

”Where is this? What happened outside?”

”You're in my private realm, time passes slower on the outside, feel free to waste a month here and it will only take a single breath on your world.” She chuckled. ”Your breath, that is.”

Playing along, MF repeatedly prod her temple before giving her sentences. ”Urgh, let me guess, you're that brat guardian whom I killed, yes?”

Fortune shrugged. ”It was more of a patron, my love. Truly, I still have a vacant seat left for my blessings.”

”Meaning?”

The lady's pupils shrank, her smile was wide but not the kindest. ”I'm offering you a chance to haggle with me, everything, I'm greatly expecting the best offer from someone who could pass the second layer of my revelation.”

In just a second, MF knew what was happening.

'A recruitment, no, it was a dishonest scheme. By offering the best chance a person could ever get, there will be another one with a requirement to trap the fly into a losing pact,' MF thought.

Fortune, she might be a higher entity, a god, and devil for all care in the world. Swindling the one with a dimming heart, they seek nothing but entertainment and failure of those who try hard, using them all for the being's own good.

'A deal with a devil, huh, I'll show you who's the real devil.'

Firstly, she needed to know if the entity could read her mind. ”You want me to haggle with you?”

”Indeed, mutualism, something that will benefit both of us.” She giggled. ”Especially if you want to strive for my blessings.”

”That is a cheap dime for what I've got to offer.”