Chapter 285: The Star of Doom and Revelation (4k)
A divination talent magic golem!
…
If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, Metia would have been reluctant to believe such an outrageous thing.
But at this moment, the fact was right in front of her, leaving her no choice but to believe it.
“Let me see!”
Metia bent down, her heavy heart rising high, her thoughts deep and pure as snow.
Dark quickly averted his gaze, placing the [Magical Beast: Eevee] flat in his palm.
The little Eevee in the magic card tilted its head slightly, looking curiously at the old auntie who had come closer.
Metia suddenly felt a hint of disrespect and frowned involuntarily.
But after careful observation for a while, aside from noticing that this magic golem’s intelligence was clearly greater than 3.0, she couldn’t discern anything else.
“Can you summon it out?” Metia hesitated.
Dark nodded. “Of course.”
Then he held up the magic card and recited the summoning spell.
“Peep!”
Eevee cheered, leaping out of the magic card.
Its body rapidly grew larger, pouncing onto Dark like a ball of fur.
Dark leaned back slightly and hugged it, then covered its small belly and turned it towards Professor Metia.
Although Metia had the chance to observe Dark’s magic golem during the Novice Tournament, she was so shocked at the time that she didn’t have the opportunity to examine it closely until now.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and couldn’t help but stare at Little Eevee’s eyes.
Eyes were the windows to the soul.
Prophets especially liked to peer into people’s hearts through their eyes.
But after a while, Metia sighed.
Little Eevee’s eyes were incredibly clear, like those of a newborn baby, only filled with curiosity about the big world and a longing for its mother.
It seemed like a real life, not just a golem.
Being able to refine such a magic golem, a small magus…
If not for Dark’s strong background and his position within Saint Maryann Academy, he might have been instantly consumed by the immense greed!
Even she could hardly hold back now.
She really wanted to devour him completely!
…
Professor Metia swayed and stood up, saying, “Do you know what it saw from the night projection?”
Dark blinked and looked at Little Eevee, saying, “Seer of fate, please interpret fate.”
Eevee: “Peep? Peep peep! Peep!”
Dark shrugged and looked at Professor Metia. “Professor, I hope you can understand.”
Professor Metia laughed. “I heard that when the bond with a magic golem reaches a certain level, one can hear the other’s inner voice. It seems you still lack some practice.”
Dark: “Professor, I’m just a first-year student.”
Professor Metia sighed. “You don’t seem like a first-year student.”
Then she said, “Alright. Since your magic golem truly has divination talent, I allow it to attend astronomy class as a listener. But does it really understand?”
Dark lowered his head and asked, “So, Eevee, do you understand?”
Eevee immediately shook its head like a rattle. “Peep peep!”
Dark smiled. “It says it understands.”
Eevee: “Peep!”
…
“Wu!”
Eudora covered her face, watching Darke and Eevee interact throughout, her cheeks burning with envy.
And at this moment, Darke finally noticed her and couldn’t help but ask, “Professor, what was the price Eudora paid for her first prophecy?”
Professor Metia smiled slightly, trying to dodge the question, but noticed that Eudora was also looking over.
Eudora timidly said, “Professor Bartholomew, I want to know too.”
Metia glanced at Darke and Eudora and suddenly understood. Then she took out her wand and waved it, casting a beam of light.
With two shadows dashing out, the iconic pumpkin carriage appeared in the light.
Professor Metia pointed at the carriage and said, “Let’s move somewhere else to talk.”
Eudora was still confused.
Darke, however, became solemn.
The serious attitude of Professor Metia made him feel something was amiss.
So he no longer hesitated and said to Eudora, “Come on.”
Eudora climbed onto the carriage, waiting for Darke to get on before lifting the curtain and entering the carriage.
Darke followed closely behind.
As soon as they entered the carriage, the external light vanished abruptly.
Inside the carriage, it seemed like a completely independent space illuminated only by the twinkling stars above, creating an exceptionally dazzling star map.
Looking up, it made one feel like they were falling into the stars!
…
Darke sat down two body lengths away from Eudora, quietly waiting.
Eudora seemed quite uneasy, constantly poking her fingers together.
After a moment, Professor Metia also lifted the curtain and entered the carriage.
She pointed outside, and the two shadows gathered into beasts, pulling the carriage out of the classroom and flying into the night sky, gradually merging with the darkness.
When the pumpkin carriage disappeared in the air, Professor Metia finally sat beside Eudora.
The atmosphere became increasingly heavy.
…
“Professor,” Darke broke the silence, “if there’s anything, just say it.”
Professor Metia beckoned Eudora closer, then took out a mirror from a hidden compartment in the carriage.
The light from the back of the mirror illuminated the entire carriage.
Eudora saw herself in the mirror and instinctively lowered her head.
Professor Metia softly said, “A true prophet must have confidence in facing everything. Look up and carefully look at the mirror.”
Eudora’s toes clenched tightly, her right hand grabbing her left index finger. After taking a deep breath, she raised her head abruptly.
In the mirror, a cute girl with a pink bob hairstyle appeared.
In terms of appearance, she had ample confidence.
“Open your eyes wide and observe carefully.”
Professor Metia’s voice echoed in her ears.
Eudora couldn’t help but act accordingly.
She tried her best to widen her eyes and suddenly noticed a golden star flashing in her right eye!
“This is…”
Darke, who had already turned to the side, immediately caught sight of the shining golden star.
But he didn’t know what it meant and could only ask, “Professor, is this very serious?”
“It’s not clear how serious it is, but it’s quite troublesome.”
Metia shook her head. “There are many different kinds of costs when prophets pay for divination, but one cost is particularly troublesome. We call it the ‘Star of Doom’!”
Darke exclaimed, “Star of Doom?”
Professor Metia said, “The so-called ‘Star of Doom’ symbolizes an ominous star indicating death. It doesn’t necessarily appear in the form of a star.
But when a prophet encounters this kind of cost, every divination adds another ‘Star of Doom’ to their body!
The more ‘Stars of Doom’ they accumulate, the closer they are to death! We don’t know the limit of how many ‘Stars of Doom’ there can be. It might be two, or three…”
Darke quickly understood and gasped, “Doesn’t this mean that every divination is a gamble with life?”
Professor Metia nodded. “That’s how it can be understood.”
Darke couldn’t help but glance at Eudora, then said, “Professor, if this is the case, shouldn’t she stay away from divination instead of…”
Metia sighed helplessly. “I understand what you mean. But once a prophet experiences their first divination, they can’t turn back. Sometimes, sudden divinations aren’t controlled by personal will but are a kind of guidance. We call it ‘Revelation’!”
Darke: “Revelation?”
Metia: “Yes, Revelation! Many prophets spend their entire lives trying to obtain a Revelation. But we who have the Eyes of Stars always receive extra favor from fate. For us, Revelations are not rare things.”
Darke couldn’t help but furrow his brows.
To wear the crown, one must bear the weight.
The Eyes of Stars are bestowed by heaven.
Having the Eyes of Stars allows one to make great strides on the path of prophecy, reaching realms that ordinary people cannot reach.
But they also need to bear the responsibility of receiving the gift from heaven.
That is, bearing the ‘Revelation’!
Uncontrollable ‘Revelations’ mean uncontrollable costs.
Especially for prophets whose costs are ‘Stars of Doom,’ each ‘Revelation’ is a life-or-death judgment.
Eudora has already embarked on this path and cannot avoid it.
In such circumstances, it’s better to go with the flow and become a prophet.
Rather than苟活 in the shadows, it’s better to dedicate oneself to glory.
But for an eleven-year-old girl, this is too cruel.
Professor Metia decisively announced in class that she would take her as a disciple, probably considering this aspect.
Darke took a deep breath and cautiously asked, “Since this is an accumulated problem, haven’t the prophets of the Star Tower tried to solve it?”
Metia shook her head. “Aside from gradually mastering the laws of astrology in the learning process and avoiding divination as much as possible outside of revelations, there’s no other way.”
Although it was said this way, there actually was.
And it was easy to think of.
Since the ultimate cost of the ‘Star of Doom’ is still ‘death,’ as long as one successfully avoids ‘death,’ they can endure the ‘Stars of Doom’ and freely perform divination!
In other words…
Becoming an ‘Undead’ is a solution.
Whether zombies, witches, or ghosts, they can perfectly ignore the cost of the ‘Star of Doom.’
But in reality, if one truly turns themselves into an ‘Undead,’ the change in life form might alter the cost of divination.
Fate is never kind to peekers.
…
“Am I going to die?”
While Darke was pondering this deeply, Eudora, who had been listening all along, suddenly blurted out these words.
Professor Metia hurriedly comforted her. “Of course not. You will become a great prophet!”
Eudora muttered, “I just want to be useful.”
Metia: “You will.”
…
Eudora and Metia whispered to each other.
Darke chose to listen.
Professor Metia planned to find Sister Carrian later to have her conduct a full-body check on Eudora to prevent any other costs from being hidden.
Moreover, Professor Metia intended to entrust Sister Carrian to prepare a bottle of eye drops to conceal the golden star in Eudora’s eye.
But this concealment was only superficial.
Professor Metia might approach the issue from another angle—by artificially guiding the change in cost to avoid the ‘Star of Doom.’
However, Darke was already unable to participate in the subsequent discussion.
Also, he wasn’t suitable to continue the journey.
So, at ten o’clock at night, Darke got off the carriage and temporarily parted ways with Professor Metia and Eudora.
He hugged the little Eevee in his arms, watching the slowly disappearing pumpkin carriage.
After a sigh, he turned and walked away.
…
Returning to the dormitory, Darke transcribed all the prophecies he had seen tonight into a page.
Then he took out a table used for learning pronunciation and painstakingly spelled out each sound, eventually making Little Eevee write down what it had seen tonight in the “night curtain.”
The changes weren’t too drastic.
Summarizing, it was that many black tentacles, like tadpoles, sprouted from the “night curtain,” swaying like seaweed in the wind.
As for what this scene meant?
Darke tried to interpret it, but felt that the meaning wasn’t significant, so he temporarily put it aside.
It was like writing an entire page of prophecy interpretation tonight, which wasn’t very useful.
The only useful part was Eudora’s prophecy.
And the more he pondered, the deeper the meaning became.
“Stars falling, the sky collapsing, day not day, night not night, gods not gods…”
“Don’t consider it towards the direction of the demon king’s resurrection.”
“Instead, describe it with just one word.”
“Without a doubt, this is: Ragnarök!”
…
But Ragnarök had already happened in some unknown era.
According to the literature.
During Ragnarök.
All the gods were thrown into the universal cauldron like dumplings, cooked to pieces in minutes.
In short, it was an era like that.
…
“But if we force ourselves to interpret it this way.”
“Is there a stage called ‘Gods’ Revival’ before Ragnarök?”
Thinking of the moon goddess’s resurrection incident last semester, Darke felt a chill run down his spine.
If there really was such a stage.
It might be an additional framework beyond the original work.
After all, the original work was largely confined to the academy’s Galgame.
But it didn’t mean that the plot of the original work was the entirety of the world’s development.
Assuming…
We are just assuming.
Assuming that the awakening and fall of the Demon God at the end of the original work was merely the prelude to a grand era…
Darke chose to sleep!
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