N-A-A Chapter 118 Half-Bright Eyes
Chapter 118 Half-Bright Eyes
Chapter 118 Half-Bright Eyes
Chris's eye socket was empty.
The skin that originally covered the eyeballs could only make do with holding a clump of murky air.
The flesh and blood in that area gradually became dry and numb, forced to adapt to the intense external stimuli.
Even though something was clearly missing, Chris felt as if his eyes were filled with mercury, heavy and unbearably oppressive.
So much so that he always instinctively tilted his head to the left to adjust to that "weight".
And the parts of muscle and blood vessels that Chris tore off also began to heal and proliferate.
This caused intense itching, and Chris couldn't help but put his fingers deep into his eye sockets, touching and scratching those areas.
However, the wound was already slightly bleeding, and his touch could easily cause more severe bleeding.
Blood flowed from the corner of his eye, leaving a bloody mark on the left side of his cheek, like that of a child.
What bothered Chris the most was the knots; the itching was so intense that it felt like Chris was being scratched in the heart.
Once the lump hardens slightly, he will obsessively pry it off, even though the process will cause him so much pain that his only remaining eyeball will instinctively roll back.
This often creates new wounds and exacerbates infection, causing inflammation in his eye sockets to linger for a long time.
Fortunately, the flesh hadn't rotted yet, otherwise he would probably have had to seek a doctor's help to put the worm into his eye socket and have it eat the rotten flesh.
Chris was also keenly aware that this was a bad habit, so he made a leather eye patch and kept it tied to his left eye socket at all times.
If Chris wants to put his hand inside his eye socket, he has to take off the eye patch first.
This extra step gave him more time to think, and perhaps he could use that time to convince himself.
Restrain this distorted impulse.
Chris knew who he was: a skilled con artist, a cunning swindler.
That's why he was able to use fragmented information to analyze the meaning of the "left eye" that fate had hinted at.
The hint is telling Chris that he must sacrifice his left eye and then use his sophisticated deception skills to fool everyone, creating a completely new identity to avoid the impending disaster.
And judging from the results, his analysis was correct.
He had indeed fooled everyone; now the captains of the three slave ships all believed him to be the real slave king, Varen.
This also convinced Chris that the text in "The Guide to Destiny Interpretation" was by no means fabricated.
Its value is extraordinary.
After gaining the slave trader's trust, Chris immediately used the power of the slave king to issue orders to the three of them.
His first order was to send ample amounts of alcohol to his fellow prisoners and comrades-in-arms, with whom he had spent many days in the dark, foul-smelling ship's cabins and fought side by side.
Chris gave them the spirits that were plentiful on Griffith Plains.
He had tasted it himself and found that the strong liquor from the grasslands was indeed intoxicating.
Chris was, of course, grateful to the prisoners.
Without their help, Chris would likely still be huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.
But Chris's purpose was not out of gratitude; he simply hoped that the prisoners would be so drunk that they would be incoherent and unable to speak coherent sentences.
He never intended to save them.
Chris then issued a second order.
They ordered the crew to enter the cells with sharp weapons and kill all the unconscious, unarmed prisoners while they were still hungover.
Chris had no grudge against these criminals, but he had to kill them.
They witnessed Chris gouge out his own eyes, and they knew that Chris was not the slave king Warren.
If they leak this information, Chris's situation will become extremely dangerous.
Chris couldn't guarantee they wouldn't betray him, so he had to betray them first.
These people have become a recurring cycle in Chris's fate.
Chris missed the chance to break the cycle because he let the boy go, which resulted in him only losing one eye.
He will never repeat the same mistakes; he vows to break the cycle.
Chris used to be a lying addict, a snob, and a selfish person.
But now, he has lost half of his sight and half of his humanity.
He was willing to kill a large number of people as long as it would allow his fortune to continue to rise.
After the threat was lifted, Chris did not use sweet talk to get off the ship, but chose to stay on board.
Chris firmly believed that since he had done as the interpretation suggested, his scam could not possibly be exposed.
Moreover, he had already eliminated the hidden dangers, and even he himself had begun to believe that he was the slave king.
The fate he gained by sacrificing an eyeball could not have been merely to regain his freedom.
Otherwise, why not just give a direct hint about "Eastern"? That way, Chris wouldn't even get caught.
The Slave King was an underground knight who controlled more than half of the slave traders.
With the real Warren currently missing, Chris might be able to gain more wealth and even status by impersonating Warren.
So he planned to command these three ships to carry him to a higher point in his destiny.
Chris took over the captain's cabin of the longship that imprisoned him.
He learned that these slave traders threw all the personal belongings of the prisoners they captured, except for gold and silver jewelry, into a storage room.
Chris found the book "The Guide to Destiny Interpretation" inside, and the joy of finding it again filled him with immense happiness.
However, Chris couldn't get back the hundred gold coins that were stolen.
This conflicted with the lies he had fabricated, so he had to reluctantly abandon the plan.
He also vowed to use his identity as Valen to earn even more gold.
However, Chris had no idea how to actually make money.
He had not previously had much experience with the profession of slave trader.
Therefore, he did not understand the methods these people used to make money.
However, he has other ways to determine direction.
That is, to obtain guidance from fate by using the means of fate interpretation.
During his first two days of occupying the captain's cabin, Chris attempted to use his powers to interpret fate.
Just as he expected, he could only receive one hint of fate at a time.
The previous hint about the "left eye" has come true, so this time Chris received a new hint: "clay pot".
The prompt remains vague and its meaning is unclear.
Chris knew what the clay pot was, of course, but he had no idea how it would be connected to his fate.
But he firmly believed that the instructions were correct.
He sent men to turn all three boats upside down, but still found nothing related to the pottery jar.
Even when all the crew members were asked to trace their lineage back three generations, not a single one of them was a potter.
Chris concluded that he was still far from understanding what the hints were about.
However, from this single word as a clue, he had no idea which direction to pursue.
So these days, the fleet has been wandering aimlessly on the gloomy sea.
However, Chris believes that once he masters more advanced interpretation techniques, he will definitely be able to obtain more accurate clues.
Unfortunately, Chris had a high fever due to severe bleeding in his eyes some time ago, and he was unable to read a single word.
But by this time, Chris's physical condition had improved considerably, and he decided to try reading it.
Chris took out the book "The Guide to Destiny Interpretation" and began to study it.
This time, Chris watched much more carefully than before.
Although he is now missing an eye, his efficiency has not decreased at all.
Through this study, Chris gained a more thorough understanding of the theories of fate interpretation in the book.
But more importantly, he learned about more advanced methods of interpretation.
Chris immediately followed the instructions in the book, began to sense the changing trends of everything around him, and used a special ability within himself to obtain more information.
He focused his attention on his ears, and then, as always, he heard the voice of destiny.
Chris chuckled, then put away the book, got up, and left the captain's cabin.
Upon reaching the deck, they saw that the captains of the three slave ships had all come to the deck of this ship.
They huddled together under the mast, seemingly discussing something.
As a professional con artist, one must have strong mental fortitude and remain calm under pressure.
Chris took the initiative to walk towards them and asked first:
"What are you all discussing here?"
The shrill voice said, "Boss, you've come at the right time. The three of us were just discussing something and wanted to ask you about the situation."
Chris asked, "You wanted to see me? Is there something you need?"
He said in a hoarse voice, "Boss, you've been lingering around this sea for too long, but we're getting nothing out of it, while we still have to pay the sailors' wages every day."
"Yes," the gruff voice nodded, "Boss, we were all ashamed and resentful when we mistakenly dragged you onto the ship last time, but you didn't hold it against us. You were truly magnanimous and admirable. It was a twist of fate that allowed us to reunite. But you said you transferred us to Griffith Grassland for other purposes. What are those purposes?"
A high-pitched voice chimed in, "At least, they shouldn't be just wandering around at sea, right?"
"That's right, that's what I think too," the hoarse voice said. "It's been more than half a month since that day, boss. Even if you're going to keep us in suspense, you should stop now. We didn't make any money on this trip to the grasslands. If this keeps dragging on, I'll go bankrupt!"
Chris smiled calmly at their demands.
These words were exactly what he expected.
He said, "Then let's go!"
The three captains looked at each other, puzzled, and then asked in unison:
"Where to?"
"West," Chris said, "all the way west!"
A chestnut-colored leather triangular eye patch obscured half of Chris's vision.
However, his only remaining eye seemed to see more clearly and distinctly than ever before.
His eyes were bright and unwavering, as firm as a rock.
From now on, he will watch his destiny unfold.
And just now, fate said to him:
"A clay pot—"
"West side" "West"