Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 1035 - 744: Let’s Play a Game of Gwent Card! _2

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Chapter 1035: Chapter 744: Let’s Play a Game of Gwent Card! _2

"You may call me the Other Side."

The Other Side... the other side of the coin?

Dazed, he suddenly realized that the room’s furnishings seemed completely reversed, like a Mirror World. At first, Roger hadn’t noticed any difference, but associating it with the Fate Coin and the two sides of the coin and choice, many thoughts came to Roger’s mind.

"It might have been a bit troublesome before, but it won’t be anymore."

Roger turned the chair and then sat back down facing the woman who called herself the Other Side.

"Heh, such a naive thought."

"Both you and that girl have stepped onto the chessboard set by fate, the play is about to begin, do you think anyone would allow it to end before it starts?"

"Fate has given you the opportunity to choose, this is a benevolence, but if you refuse, then you must accept the punishment given by fate."

"Then, she will personally step in."

The old lady chuckled, seemingly enjoying the process immensely.

His mind was a bit chaotic, and Roger steadied himself, swallowing the words he was about to blurt out.

He realized at this moment that self-doubt is indeed a terrifying thing.

Now he couldn’t even be sure if every word he said, every judgment he made, was genuinely from the heart, or if it was an error caused by the interference of the soul.

He was lost.

The old lady just watched Roger with a smile, occasionally fiddling with the matches in the fireplace, the flames burned without warmth, everything before Roger felt like a movie playing on a screen.

This state had already lasted for a long time, and the Soul Realm acted as a catalyst, accelerating the process.

After a long silence, Roger finally asked, "What do you want?"

"I want you to help me leave here."

"Leave this house, even leave this world."

"It sounds like I get no benefit at all."

"No one knows her better than I do because, in a sense, we are the same person. One body possessing two souls is indeed an unbearably painful thing."

"After becoming Immortal, I thought we would separate, but the result was already determined..."

Roger realized the flaw in the old lady’s words, "Immortals can’t leave the Soul Realm."

"Yes, you are right, but what if I willingly give up the power of immortality?"

"For example... by giving a part to you."

She looked at Roger with a half-smile.

But Roger was not interested in this level of temptation.

He had heard too many similar lies, thinking this in his heart while his expression didn’t reveal the slightest trace.

"What should I do?"

"You agreed?" the old lady countered.

"I should at least know what you want me to do, I’m more concerned about what I have to give up than about what I might get."

"Trust me, it’s simple, with your abilities you can absolutely handle it."

"You just need to agree to one condition, then I’ll figure out a way to strip the Immortal’s power, leave the rest to me."

"To show my sincerity, I can pay a bit of compensation in advance."

"Agree, and your power can be enhanced, then I’ll tell you the entire plan."

"Is that so?" Roger smiled slightly.

"Sounds good, but I still can’t agree with you, Lady Tristramy."

"Let’s think about it, how many times has it been, how many times have I rejected you?"

"What are you talking about?" The woman’s tone by the fireplace was so calm it showed no fluctuations, but seeing her expression made Roger more determined in his thoughts.

"I’m curious, why do you keep wanting me to follow the path you chose, fate offered a choice, yet with you, it seems there’s no difference whether I choose or not."

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you really think we are the same person?"

"Alright, alright, no need to pretend anymore." Roger shrugged nonchalantly.

"Why not have an open and frank discussion?"

"Honestly, I almost got fooled by you, after all, whether the initial contact or the later transformation, it was all very natural."

"That kind of oddity will naturally cause people to subconsciously think of conspiracy theories; without any prompts from anyone, they will instinctively assume you are two people."

"Oh, and Olivia, I really thought at one point that all this was just an orchestrated play, but her later confession was just perfect..."

"I’m just curious, why are you doing this?"

Hearing his words, the disguise on Tristramy’s face gradually faded, "Just a little more, a little more and you would have agreed to my request."

"Where did I slip up?"

Her words implicitly confirmed Roger’s previous statement.

"You said it yourself, according to records, no one can resist the temptation of immortality, so I wonder, after becoming immortal?"

"Would anyone regret their past choices?"

"I suppose not."

"The Fate Coin... Other people’s coins have heads and tails, and there’s even a slim chance of a third scenario."

"But with you, no matter how you choose, the result is destined."

"Really ironic."

"There’s more than just this, but it only makes people suspicious, and even such doubts, when interfered by specific information at critical moments, become the strongest evidence."

"Time and again."

"The Sleeplessness of the Fourth Tier dies in three lifetimes, so what about the Immortals, do you get three attempts or thirty?"

"No, you’re wrong, it’s actually more than three," Tristramy said with a smile.

"If I told you that all of this was truly part of a test, would you believe it?"

"A test?"

Roger widened his eyes then shook his head without hesitation, "From now on, I won’t believe a word you say."

"I think I should leave with Olivia."

"Suit yourself, the door is right there."

Tristramy kindly pointed Roger in the direction, but at this moment, Roger appeared a bit apprehensive, feeling uneasy.

Regarding what Tristramy had said, he couldn’t fully believe nor completely ignore it.

And now, the door was not far from him, seemingly just a few steps away, yet Roger didn’t dare to touch the door nearby.

"What kind of environment has made you so cautious?"

"Don’t worry, now that you’ve passed the test, you can leave with Olivia anytime."

"What I said is all true; they call me the Fate Coin, partly because of the uniqueness of my soul ability and also its limitations."

"The rules of fate cannot be glimpsed, but through some information, one can find a few clues amid the dim mists."

"I cannot see all possibilities on all lines of fate; it’s more about tracing back, deducing. But as compensation, I can try, through certain means, under certain conditions, to find three lines of fate."

"These three lines correspond to the three sides of the coin, just like you said, heads, tails, and standing upright."

Tristramy drew a few virtual lines in mid-air.

"Within the boundaries I set, many possibilities get filtered out, and only then can I grasp more truths, gather more information."

"It’s not about what I plan to do..."

Tristramy smiled, "Although my current situation... don’t say a Third Tier like you, even someone like Olivia, simply accumulating numbers doesn’t mean much to me."

"If I really wanted to do something, there wouldn’t be any need to go to such lengths."

"Moreover, Olivia wasn’t aware of these matters; in fact, her actions surprised me greatly."

"After all, for her, obtaining that body not only relates to the stability and morale within the Federation but more importantly, the person who is more important than her own life."

"Now you should believe it, right?"

At this point, Roger was in no hurry to leave; he walked to the edge of the fire path and sat facing Tristramy.

"The power to peer into fate, truly a peculiar soul ability; I suppose you’re also very skilled at divination?"

Roger pondered.

"Not quite adept, but there shouldn’t be many stronger than me."

"In that case..." A thought suddenly struck Roger’s mind.

"Let’s play a game of Gwent Card!"

Tristramy:...

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