Mystery: Lucky

Let’s go back to Alice’s perspective.

She didn't know what happened, but in just a moment, she saw her body falling down.

She looked at her hands. Those hands were familiar yet unfamiliar. They belonged to another person in this room - let's call him a human for now.

She tried to make another sound, to say what she had not finished saying - that voice also belonged to another person in this room.

Alice's eyes gradually became frightened, and her body, let's just call her body for the time being, began to tremble unnoticeably.

Alice ignored the body on the ground that was still connected to her. She rushed to the mirror in horror and stumbled. In the mirror was a face that was equally familiar and unfamiliar to her.

It was the classic black robe, pointed soft hat, black trousers, black leather shoes that she had seen countless times in the past few days, and the very familiar monocle on the right eye.

Alice stretched out her hand to support the monocle, then stopped trying to support herself and let her body fall to the ground.

"This body," Alice repeated the word she had been using, with a tone that seemed both mocking and sad, "this body... ha."

Today, she finally realized why she neither recognized herself as Shen Yinghuan, nor why she subconsciously changed part of "me" into - "this body".

who is she?

She is not Shen Yinghuan, nor is she that homeless girl with no name. She is Alice Kingsley, and just Alice Kingsley.

So...who is Alice Kingsley?

Alice thought of the river she longed for, and of the ridiculous hypothesis she had made - would there be a mythical creature in this world that thought it was a traveler?

Of course she wouldn't think that she was that kind of thing, but her situation seemed to correspond to the original description.

Alice returned to the sofa in the living room, picked up her body that had fallen on the floor, placed it on the sofa, closed her eyes and touched it.

She could feel a vague connection.

This connection was somewhat familiar, but it was too difficult to grasp the source of this familiarity from the intermittent connection, and Alice quickly gave up.

"But, how do I go back? And what caused the current situation?" Alice said to herself.

She closed her eyes and carefully examined the clone that originally belonged to Amon.

This body is empty, just like when Alice first woke up - there is no soul, no consciousness, and no memory, as if it is a container prepared for her.

This clone doesn't even have any connection with Amon's true body and other clones.

——If the consciousness of this clone had not disappeared, Amon would probably have an independent clone.

The extraordinary ability is still there - but the connection with Amon's body has been lost. This is just an ordinary 'thief' path sequence 4.

Maybe it wasn't that common, but Alice didn't know the names and abilities of each sequence of the 'Stealer' path, so she just checked it and gave up after finding that the things Amon had stolen were also missing.

So, how is she going to go back?

Alice looked at herself lying on the sofa and suddenly thought of a question: that is, if she stayed like this until next Monday, would she be shocked when Klein invited her to hold a Tarot meeting...

Alice thought about it carefully and finally decided not to stimulate Mr. Fool's heart like this.

Alice tried to use her spirituality to touch the vague connection.

The connection was very weak, and it wasn't until her spirituality was almost exhausted that Alice finally found a way to grasp the connection.

...What did she see?

No, no, I didn’t see it...

There are newborn children and aging old people; there are kind-hearted philanthropists and cold-blooded murderers; there are hungry and cold poor people, and there are also nobles who live in luxury...

Countless kinds of people and countless kinds of lives form a complex data of fate.

Among them, there was a piece of data that made her particularly kind.

When the spirit touched the ray of data, Alice suddenly lost consciousness.

…

In the place abandoned by the gods, Amon's progress stopped.

Losing a clone is not a big deal to him, but when the clone dies and the connection between him and the clone is severed, it is a completely different concept.

He was extremely sure that the clone was still alive, but the connection between himself and the clone disappeared so suddenly.

Amon was a little worried.

After all, it is not necessarily impossible for a clone that is no longer controlled by the main body to become a new main body.

Of course he knew which clone it was, oh, it was impossible not to know, after all, he had received so much news from that clone in the past few days... news that he had never heard of.

But this time, He could no longer say "interesting" in a condescending manner.

He even began to hesitate to send another clone to check the situation. After all... what if the clone he sent this time also suddenly lost contact?

…

Alice was woken up by the fall.

She rolled over on the couch and rolled to the floor.

She got up from the ground with a confused look on her face, and immediately saw Amon lying next to her.

She remembered that she turned into Amon...right, and then what?

How did she come back?

Alice got up in confusion and poked Amon on the ground.

It doesn't look like a dead person or a corpse.

If I had to say, Alice felt that this situation was a bit similar to a vegetative state, but not completely the same - this body was like an empty shell without a soul.

After staring at Amon's body and thinking for a long time, Alice decided to throw this trouble to Klein.

...After all, it's weird to keep a corpse at home!

...

Klein jumped up when he heard the prayer.

Although it was a familiar process of being woken up in the middle of the night, Klein didn't feel angry.

Because... he didn't fall asleep at all!

After coming to the gray fog and seeing the crimson star belonging to Alice being agitated, Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He spread his spirituality over and saw a scene that puzzled him.

It's not a big deal for Alice to squat and pray, the problem is... what is the corpse next to her!

Amon? ? ?

Klein was shocked. He began to listen to what Alice said, and then he was even more confused.

"... Klein, can I give you a gift?"

Ah?

What gift?

Could she be referring to... the body of Amon lying peacefully?

After a while, he responded: "You... why don't you tell me what the gift is first?"

Alice blinked blankly after receiving the response, looked at Amon lying peacefully next to her, and realized that she might have chosen the wrong place to pray.

Well, I won't do this next time.

Alice seriously examined herself.

Theoretically, I should have one more chapter to update, but I don't think I can finish it tonight, you guys go to sleep (honestly)