"System Notification: Blood of the Origin has been matched."
"Beginning restoration."
Just as Brando was feeling drowsy and was floating in endless darkness, a voice suddenly pulled him back to his own world.
He immediately woke up and felt an unfamiliar force invading his body. But Brando was experienced and he immediately reacted.
That's the Blood of God!
How can there be the Blood of God?
Brando was startled, but he knew the consequences of being invaded by the Blood of God. The Blood of God was currently restoring his body, but it would soon attack his soul. Brando did not dare to be careless and immediately prepared to counterattack. But at this moment, the magic power in his dying body was dissipating, and Brando was shocked to find that he was powerless to stop it.
He realized that he could only watch helplessly as the Blood of God flowed all over his body and gradually extended towards his brain and heart.
"Damn it, don't do this!" Brando clenched his teeth and shouted in his heart. He saw that the Blood of God was about to enter the core area, but at this moment, another voice suddenly sounded.
"System Notification: A Destiny Item has been found nearby."
"Would you like to activate the talent of Destiny?"
Brando was startled again. Why would there be a Destiny Item nearby? Wasn't the Golden Apple already given to Scarlet? But what was the point of activating the talent of Destiny now? The talent of Destiny could not suppress the power of the Blood of God.
But just as he was hesitating, the voice in his heart changed again.
"The talent of Destiny has been activated."
Brando was stunned. Wait a minute, he did not choose to accept this damned talent of Destiny! Then what was going on? Could it be that the Blood of God had invaded his soul?
Just as he was panicking, the system notification sounded again.
"Blood of the Origin has been matched."
"Inheritance has been matched."
"Soul has been matched."
"Inheritance has been activated."
Inheritance has been activated? Brando was stunned. What inheritance? What did the Blood of the Origin mean? But just as he was wondering, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed. Brando suddenly found himself sitting on an ice-cold metal throne.
This fact clearly did not match his previous experience. Brando was slightly startled. His fingers moved, and the metal armrest of the throne responded with a cold touch. His fingertips could not help but shrink slightly.
The cold feeling was transmitted to his thoughts through his nerves, calming him down and allowing him to realize his current situation.
"What is this place?"
Brando took a deep breath. He suddenly felt a headache coming on. This dark and cold space seemed to make him feel suffocated, so he looked up to examine this place for the first time. What came into his eyes were layers upon layers of vaults, obsidian pillars, and a mysterious hall that seemed to stretch endlessly.
There was no one around.
What is this place?
Brando turned around. He narrowed his eyes and saw a similar throne at the other end of the hall. There seemed to be a person sitting on that throne as well.
That person was facing him from a distance.
At first, Brando thought that this strange setting was a reflection produced by a mirror. He even wondered if this was the place where players should go when they died. The hall of Hades?
But there did not seem to be such a scene in the game.
His doubts continued until the person sitting on the throne opposite him spoke. "Who are you?"
The voice was low but not hoarse. Instead, it was a little heavy. This voice traveled through the long distance between the hall and fell into Brando's ears.
"Who are you?" Brando asked.
"Me?"
The man chuckled. He placed one hand on the throne and rested his chin on his fist. It was as if his whole body was tilted to one side. "I'm just an idiot."
"Huh?"
Brando was stunned. He frowned slightly. Was this a mission? But was there such a scene in the game? He could not think of such a scene no matter how hard he racked his brains.
In short, calm down first.
Brando told himself so in his heart. He first took a light breath and recalled a similar situation in the game. If this was a mission, then the most important thing was to answer the other person's question.
"I hope it's not some guessing game," Brando complained in his heart. Then he replied, "Then I … why are you here?"
He originally wanted to ask why he was here, but changed his mind at the last moment.
"Then why don't I ask you why you are here first, little guy?" The person's voice was unquestionable.
"Me?" Brando was stunned. "Sorry, I don't know. In short, after offending a woman, I killed a priest, and then I came here. "
He replied with some self-mockery.
"Then it's a little interesting," the person opposite him said.
"Hmm?"
"Little guy, do you think everyone can come here?" The person put his fist on his chin and looked at Brando casually. "Let me think, are you of the Golden Race?"
Brando's heart skipped a beat. Although he did not know how he came to this place, he was sure that this was definitely a mission. He thought for a moment and replied without hesitation, "Sorry, I'm not even of the Silver Race."
"So you're a piece of trash?" The person replied.
Brando choked and gritted his teeth. It was not because he was depressed, but because he was too familiar with it. He did not know how many times he had heard this sentence in the game.
In The Amber Sword, only the truly powerful NPCs would call the humans of this era — the Black Iron Race. And for all players, almost all of them were of the Black Iron Race.
"Forget it," the person waved his hand. "Let me ask you, before you came here, did you come in contact with the Seal Pattern?"
"The Seal Pattern?" Brando suddenly realized. Wasn't that the Holy Relic of the Four Saints Fanzin? He suddenly thought of a possibility and stared at the person in front of him in shock.
Could this guy be Fanzin's Heroic Spirit?
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. Since the Wind Empress and the Flame King had left behind their Legacies, the High Priest must have left behind some Legacies as well.
"You are … …" Brendel stuttered, thinking to himself that his luck couldn't be that good, to actually obtain the inheritance of one of the Four Saints by accident.
In fact, at this time, Brando thought of Amman's gem. If he had the chance to come in contact with a mysterious magical item before this, it must have been that gem.
A light flashed in his mind. He suddenly remembered that Orthlyss also said that she found the gemstone very familiar.
If it came from the same era, then why wouldn't it look familiar?
But what puzzled Brando was that he suddenly remembered that he had seen Fanzin's Holy Relic 'Seal Pattern' once. It was in the background of an event on the Amber Sword's official website. He remembered that the Holy Relic was a staff, so how did it suddenly turn into a gem?
The only possibility Brando could think of was that the Seal Pattern was also broken into several parts, just like the Flame King Gretel's Flame Scepter and Saint-Auol's Ring of the Wind Empress.
And the gem just happened to be a part of the Seal Pattern.
While he was thinking, the person on the other side of the hall snorted coldly, interrupting his train of thought. "Who I am is not important," the voice replied coldly. "But you should know why you are here."
"My lord," Brando's tone became more respectful. "You mean the gem."
"That is not a gem, that is the Seed of Fate."
"What did you say?" Brando almost vomited blood when he heard the name. Are you kidding me? Isn't the Seed of Fate a necessary item to unlock the Talent of Fate?
In fact, the Seed of Fate was just a general term. The Golden Apple was also a Seed of Fate, and the Goddess' Poem was also a Seed of Fate. It was just that they corresponded to different Talents of Fate. Just like how the Golden Apple corresponded to the Fairy's Whispers, and the Goddess' Poem corresponded to the Child of Martha, every Seed of Fate corresponded to a unique Talent of Fate.
But what Brando didn't expect was that he would receive another Seed of Fate right after he gave her the Golden Apple.
He couldn't help but touch his face subconsciously. When did his luck become so good? He couldn't help but look at Fanzin. What kind of Seed of Fate is that? Could it be the Twin Pact?
But wait!
He remembered that Farnezain seemed to be a believer of the Twin Goddess when he was alive, and the Twin Pact was a gift from his inheritance — Farnezain's Staff of the Great Guardian.
Thinking of this, Brando's eyes suddenly lit up. He asked, "What kind of Fate is the Seed of Fate?"
"Oh?" The person on the other side of the hall was slightly startled. "You actually know about the Seed of Fate."
"Very well." He nodded. "Saves me the trouble of explaining. The Gray Gem carries my Fate, and those who accept this Fate will naturally have to accept the Legacy from ancient times."
"Legacy from ancient times?" Brando was slightly startled. Shouldn't it be the Legacy of Fate? The Twin Goddess was Wohnde's Twin of Fate, and controlled the direction of Fate.
He felt that something was wrong, and asked, "Then what is the name of this Legacy?"
Brando's question was asking for the name of the Talent of Fate.
The person on the other side of the hall was silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke.
"'The Fool'."
The … Fool?
Brando was stunned. It felt like he had been punched in the face. What was that? There were not many types of Talents of Fate, and the outstanding ones were even rarer. But he had never heard of 'The Fool'.
And from the name, it sounded terrible!
This damn Talent can't reduce a person's intelligence by a third or something, right? Brendel could not help but grumble in his mind. He pursed his lips and subconsciously used the tone of the game to reply.
"Well, can I refuse to activate this Talent?"
But Brando did not expect that the moment he opened his mouth, the hall fell silent for a moment.
Then the person let out a cold laugh. "Give up?"
He looked at Brando and shook his head gently. "Little guy, do you know your situation?"
"Situation?"
"What situation?" he asked in return.
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