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Chapter 300: Rituals and Gatherings
Chapter 300: Rituals and Gatherings
Apples? Good luck?
Confused by the lazy youth's suggestion, Leon couldn't help but ask, "Why apples?"
"It doesn't have to be apples. Four-leaf clovers, rabbit's feet, clear amethysts, coins produced on a lucky date and carried for a long time, or even symbolic red items can work.
I chose apples because they are the easiest to obtain. Unlike four-leaf clovers that wither easily, or lucky coins that require long-term carrying, apples are also very cheap. You can buy dozens of them with just one amethyst.
As for why I said it could save your life... That's because eating an apple and then throwing away the core is considered a simple mystical ritual to pray for good luck."
"A ritual?"
"Yes, a ritual."
The lazy youth pointed at Leon's forehead and explained leisurely,
"For example, my gesture of pointing at you has a mystical meaning, representing 'guidance', 'selection', or 'locking'. When combined with your name, the effect is even stronger.
Eating an apple is similar. This sweet fruit with mostly red skin symbolizes 'good luck', 'peace', 'temptation', and 'enlightenment'. It's a classic ritual prop in mysticism.
When you ate the flesh, you consumed the temptation. Throwing away the apple meant losing peace. By not eating or planting the apple seed, you gave up on enlightenment. With three out of four meanings gone, what remains is a fourfold increase in pure good luck."
After a long-winded explanation, the lazy youth drew a wavy line in the air and continued to clarify for the bewildered Leon,
"As I said before, because we are disliked by the World Will, we are unluckier than most people. But that doesn't mean we have no luck; it's just that our luck is forcefully suppressed by the World Will.
So, when we hold something that represents luck and proudly throw it at the world, we are essentially linking with the jerk who suppressed our luck, completing a simple luck ritual.
By doing this, the vast amount of luck that was suppressed will burst out through the opening provided by the ritual, bringing us sudden good fortune and reducing the fluctuations of fate, making our 'wavy line' relatively stable.
After learning this ritual, it's best not to eat apples casually. After all, this luck doesn't come out of thin air; it's exchanged with our accumulated misfortune. So, there's a limited amount.
Moreover, unlike me, you don't have an anomaly that allows you to see through fate. Frequently tampering with your destiny is dangerous, so it's best to use it only when needed, ensuring you don't succumb to bad luck."
...
So that's what it was all about...
After understanding how throwing apple cores could bring good luck, Leon nodded in sudden realization. But looking at the cat claw emblem on his chest, he couldn't help but ask, "But I only spat out a mouthful of apple, and it still brought good luck and got me the Scale Gold Sect gathering badge. Why is that?"
"Because you bit too hard, and the seed inside the core came out. That barely counts as completing the ritual."
"Oh, I see..."
Leon nodded, then asked with some concern, "Tom, are there any other 'simple rituals' like this that we should be aware of? For example, eating an orange or a black fruit, will that suddenly bring bad luck?"
"No worries. These things will only take full effect if the initiator performs them consciously."
The lazy youth walked briskly in the dimly lit underground passage and replied calmly, "You were able to successfully perform the simple ritual because you probably thought that spitting out the apple would bring good luck, just like me. And you subconsciously imitated my posture to some extent, fulfilling the basic activation conditions. Otherwise, the ritual wouldn't have been so easy to perform."
And our mystical ritual is so powerful because we're already disliked by the World Will. This qualification isn't something just anyone can have. For those who don't know, performing the ritual is impossible.
Even if they somehow managed to gather the necessary conditions and were lucky enough to activate a simple ritual, with an average person's soul strength and aptitude, they'd only be able to pick up a few copper wheels... Get ready, because beyond this door is the Scale Gold Sect's gathering place. First, put away all the anomalies on your body!"
After a quick reminder, the weary youth stopped in his tracks in front of a heavy door studded with one hundred and eleven copper wheels. He then reached into his pocket and rummaged around, pulling out a pile of strange items.
A small bottle of mercury, sulfur powder wrapped in moisture-proof paper, a bag of salt with the label "Charle's Department Store"...
Two sets of pure copper weights, a tin scale with an iron tray, a small silver mirror, and two large gold teeth from who knows where...
Amber, matches, a child's fingernails, a draft paper stained with blood, curved horns resembling those of cattle, a tail from an unknown creature...
It was all very eerie.
Watching him pull out a pile of messy items from his small pocket, like Doraemon, the weary youth began his "ritual" outside the large door. Even in the urgent situation, Leon couldn't help but ask:
"What are these things for?"
"This set of mercury represents the Sacred Three Elements: the Spirit and Soul Fire, Change and Adaptable Water, and Stability and Substance, symbolizing the body, soul, and the bridge between them."
As if expecting Leon's question, the weary youth, busy with the ritual site, answered without looking up:
"The next two sets are the Five Symbolic Elemental Metals and three pairs of opposing materials. Amber represents solidity and eternity, while matches symbolize transience and ashes. A child's fingernails represent growth, and an old man's will signifies the end. The horns and tail suggest the beginning and the end... Alright, I'm almost ready. Let's go!"
He took out an apple, quickly finished it, and tossed the core into the center of the ritual site. With dark circles under his eyes, he looked more like an internet-addicted teenager than a "wizard." Tom pushed open the door and entered the Scale Gold Sect's gathering place.
"..."
So, what exactly did you prepare?
Looking at the ritual site on the ground, which couldn't be described as messy and disorderly, but rather like a pile of garbage, Leon fell silent for a moment. He carefully stepped around these items of unknown significance and entered the gathering place, and then...
"Ding ding dong!"
As he lifted his foot to step through the doorway, a sound like clashing precious metals filled the air. Leon's Cat Claw Emblem on his chest trembled slightly, and he suddenly threw a somewhat heavy cloth money bag, dropping it at Leon's feet.
What appeared before Leon was not a group of robed believers bowing to an idol, but a bustling, grand plaza.
Numerous elaborately dressed men and women, their faces obscured, wore badges with three animal symbols, walking around the plaza and occasionally stopping briefly at certain stalls to purchase their desired items...
Wait a minute!
Leon's eyes widened in surprise as he spotted a nearby stall with a sealed fish tank containing over ten roaring merfolk and a miniature manor the size of a palm, complete with fluttering flags and blaring horns. Even the texture of the outer wall's stone was clearly visible.
The goods sold here... they seemed a bit off, didn't they?
(End of Chapter)
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