The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 123 - "Fate Renegade’s Touch" and Reminiscence (4/5)

She could indeed directly bring the quill pen “Fate Renegade’s Touch” to the system store, but she definitely wouldn’t have enough points to exchange for it. To investigate again, she would have to waste another simulation, letting the other party fall into the trap again.

This was too troublesome.

Moreover, from the other party’s Old Ansu script just now, Ciel heard the word “deity.”

Its true identity was related to deities?

Or its mental instability was related to deities?

The current Ciel basically mastered how to find the other party.

However, this method would greatly damage Ciel’s spirit and deeply bind her to the cultist Divine Advent Church, which was unacceptable to Ciel.

Compared to getting injured, she preferred a flawless speedrun without any future worries.

Should she gamble?

A plan had already formed in Ciel’s mind.

Dragging on like this now, the other party could definitely break free from the cage before the simulation ended.

She had to gamble.

Thinking of “gamble,” Ciel’s emotions surged slightly.

The other party refuses to cooperate?

Ciel might have ways to learn its identity from elsewhere.

Spiritual Summoning.

The things summoned by Spiritual Summoning had some correspondence in the Other Side.

Any spirit creature in the Other Side with affinity or goodwill towards Ciel could be summoned.

For example, Little Left liked transcendents’ fingers and was very friendly to Ciel. As long as Ciel sacrificed transcendents’ fingers, she could reliably summon Little Left.

Since that spirit refused to cooperate.

Then trying to sacrifice this powerful spirit, would it summon spirit creatures interested in this spirit, or related to this spirit?

Although spirit creatures generally had low intelligence, some could communicate—like the previous Divine Advent Church “Divine Servant.”

That “Divine Servant” was summoned using transcendents related to the Divine Advent Church, a spirit creature with goodwill towards Ciel. It could even write and think simply.

If she gambled, sacrificed this spirit...

Lost the gamble?

At worst, rest for a few days, try again.

Won the gamble?

Then she could bypass direct communication with the other party and obtain partial information from the spirit creature.

No matter how she thought about it, this was a risk-free, high-reward gamble. Ciel had no reason not to take a chance.

She turned her gaze to the “Strong Luck Coin” on the table.

Lucy’s severed arm gripped the “Strong Luck Coin.” The torso had already turned slightly purple.

Ciel directly reached out, broke off the fingers of Lucy’s severed limb, touched the “Strong Luck Coin,” and picked it up.

Gamble with the “Strong Luck Coin.” If successful, it would increase the probability of summoning useful spirit creatures.

As for failure?

It’s just life.

Gambling with life is what I’m best at.

Because I have many lives.

“Gambler” Ciel directly bent her thumb slightly, flicked the coin in her hand upwards, then extended her right fist.

The rusty coin traced a beautiful arc in mid-air, then landed steadily on the back of Ciel’s hand.

The eyeball angel faced upwards, looking directly into Ciel’s eyes, seemingly affirming her gambling nature.

Her luck was now increased. If an ordinary person encountered this situation, they would definitely stop in time, take the existing benefits, then carefully use or squander that little benefit... but that wouldn’t be a “Gambler.”

Either, have nothing.

Or, have everything.

This was the mindset a “Gambler” should have.

Almost without a moment’s hesitation, Ciel, having tossed heads, flipped her hand again, gripped the “Strong Luck Coin” tightly, then flicked it directly towards the table.

The coin traced an arc, landed spinning on the table, whirling continuously.

The whirling afterimage made it look like a small rusty ball. Then, the rotation speed gradually slowed.

The moment the coin’s rotation slowed, Ciel had already stood up, picked up the carving knife. When she cut her wrist with the knife, the coin had already stopped on the table with vibrations and buzzing.

Eyeball angel, facing the ceiling.

Plop—

Ciel held her arm level, letting blood drip from her wrist.

Sensing something wrong, Little Left had already retreated aside. The blood it hadn’t finished licking also turned into blood threads, surging towards Ciel.

The pendant held in her hand was thrown onto the ground by Ciel, landing steadily in the center of the blood array.

Surrounding the “Substitute Death Relic” and that powerful spirit, a never-before-seen blood array gradually formed before Ciel. At this moment, Ciel’s mouth also lightly uttered a few words she herself had never heard before.

Before upgrading 【Linguistics】, incomprehensible words were like listening to gibberish to Ciel. But now, after these words were spoken from Ciel’s mouth, she could actually vaguely grasp the meaning of one of the words.

One of the words seemed related to memory.

Ciel’s words didn’t affect herself, nor Little Left.

But the sealed spirit in the center of the array, upon hearing these few words, gradually became frenzied.

Ansu script, Old Ansu script... plus various languages Ciel had never heard of, continuously exploded in Ciel’s mind. They seemed to form a complete sentence together, but the language system was completely chaotic.

Even scholars proficient in these languages, without a period of translation, couldn’t understand what these frenzied languages represented.

But amidst those gradually frenzied languages, Ciel could sense that it already knew its death was approaching...

The blood array gradually took shape. Blood threads completely entangled the entire “Substitute Death Relic.” Countless threads drilled through the cage towards the inside, actually directly binding the spirit.

The relic flame burned frantically, forming a purple bonfire before Ciel.

The outer cage made of special transcendent material began to gradually crack. A raven figure was released.

But before its phantom could begin expanding, countless entangled blood threads dragged it towards the gradually forming blood-red vortex in mid-air.

The raven phantom was dragged into the blood-red vortex with a mournful cry, vanishing without a trace.

The blood-red vortex slowly swirled, seemingly digesting this offering.

Finally, the vortex slowly expanded to half a person’s height. A pool of dark purple sludge-like “hands” emerged from the vortex, pressing onto the tabletop.

Following that, head, torso, limbs...