Chapter 630 - Magic Library (2/2)

”Hmm?” As Nik continued, he found a rather surprising tome written by Garuk himself. The astonishing fact was that there was no memory within the man regarding this particular tome and it instantly piqued Nik's interest.

”Luck and Destiny, a romantic novel?” Nik jested to himself as he read the title written on the grim, black-colored leather covering of the book before opening it and reading the contents and while the contents were certainly revealing, the knowledge didn't bring any pleasure to Nik as it diffused one of his greatest misunderstanding, a fatal one at that.

”Hey, Sky, did you know that a high stat in [LUK] doesn't mean the charge of my luck itself?” His inquiry pulled everybody's curiosity.

”What do you mean?” Sky inquired with a yawn as Nik explained, ”Garuk summarised a person's luck as a neutral charge with the varying quantity depending from person to person, place of origin, karma, morals, and many concepts. But these, let's say, units of luck are actually affected by the positive and negative charge. The positive entailing good luck or in the interest of the person and the negative charge meaning bad luck or accidental situations against the interest of a person.”

”What does it matter?” Sky furrowed her brows, ”And this Garuk... he is that faceless horror? I thought you read his memories, why are you surprised now?”

”Garuk should be in this library but I couldn't read those memories for some reason... they didn't exist, if I might add. Anyway, why this book is interesting is because... Garuk stated that the intensity of good luck or bad luck depends on the 'units' of luck a person has. Now, would you consider me extremely lucky? Universally speaking?”

”Better than Kaal's,” Sky hummed in agreement before chuckling, ”But the type of your soul does not only provide you with a high 'units' of luck. It also 'tilts' your unforeseen situation towards your interests so I'd say that you are worrying unnecessarily... though, Kaal said the same thing to me and he's dead so... your situation might just be more complicated. Still, Kaal was attacked by a team of rank 9 with millions of years of experience and he only had thousands.”

”You are not making me less worried,” Nik muttered grimly as Sky chortled, ”I know. Suck it! Hah!” And with that, the bat disappeared.

”But... nothing regarding luck and other stuff was within Garuk's memories,” sighing to himself as Nik now felt that Garuk might have just been a part of something bigger, Nik continued to sponge off the information in the library. After all, he needed to compile everything within hours, and he was already using his psychic aptitude skill with Lola, too, using the influx of knowledge to change her methods of synchronization of her first project under Nik— the integration of spirit bones.

The only thing that made Nik feel a little bit incomplete was the total lack of topics regarding the bloodline, which kind of made Nik a little more determined to seek out Newton but only when Anna and he were absolutely free.

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”I'm back!” the door flung open as Natasha came to gaze upon a Mary with a cooling mask covering her face.

”I never gave you the key,” Mary stated off-handedly as she didn't seem too concerned by the fact that her talented junior spy had a spare key to the apartment.

”Where's everyone?” Natasha inquired. Unlike her usual outfit, she wore a white shirt with a pencil black skirt marking her voracious curves with her ginger head styled by curls, and the tips of her hair grown out a little.

”Ann's in her classes and you will pick her up in two hours,” Mary stated before placing the slices of cuc.u.mber over her eyes.

”I just came back,” Nat whined while placing her purse on the table as Mary turned on the volume of the music to drown her voice out.

”And Nik?” Natasha inquired which Mary did hear.

”Library, he said. It's strange since he already completed his assignments.”

”Huh... is it me or nerdy glasses would look cute on him?” Natasha inquired as Mary sat up straight and removed the cuc.u.mbers from her eyes.

”Are you tired?” Mary inquired.

”Not for shopping, no. Although, I did get my ass handed down by the Taskmaster so... we can also get some ice cream.”

”Sure thing,” Mary smirked with Natasha being unsure of the reason. Ice Cream and knowing the failure of her missions were one of Mary's many delights back in the day. Of course, Natasha could never really confront Mary about this since Agent Mary of the past was a scary woman who only mellowed after birthing Anna.