242: Chapter 242 Gamble!

Ailithos tilted her head slightly, her voice ethereal and pleasant.

Her silver-white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, shimmering with a pearly luster under the sunlight.

Lu Yin forced himself to look away, realizing that a massive danger was hidden behind this perfection.

"Indeed."

"But I wonder why Your Excellency has sought me out? Is there something you need?"

Ailithos's red lips curled slightly as her fingertips lightly brushed over the windowsill, trailing a faint, ethereal wisp of light.

"To carry out what you promised me back then, of course."

"After all, it won't be long before you likely undergo your third job advancement, and then you won't be able to enter that Dungeon."

Hearing her words, Lu Yin finally remembered.

The Everlasting Desolation Plain, the God of Misfortune, and defeating the Goddess of Luck.

Ailithos toyed with a lock of silver hair with her fingertips, a hint of seriousness showing through her lazy expression.

"Lord Ailithos, it just so happens that I'm currently lacking a place to level up. The Everlasting Desolation Plain might be the perfect fit."

"But..."

As Lu Yin spoke, he left her hanging with a deliberate pause.

Seeing Lu Yin's behavior, Ailithos knew exactly what he was thinking.

Trying to fleece her?

Did he not realize who he was facing?

Besides, this was originally a condition Lu Yin had lost to her. If Lu Yin didn't comply, he would directly lose the three divine artifacts.

A single divine artifact was enough to drive human Professionals crazy, let alone three that possessed set attributes.

Therefore, Ailithos wasn't afraid of Lu Yin pulling any tricks at all.

After all, she held the leverage to keep Lu Yin firmly under her thumb.

Despite Lu Yin's deliberate pause, she didn't ask any follow-up questions, nor did she even spare him a glance.

Lu Yin also noticed her reaction and realized that no scheme would work in front of Ailithos.

But she was the God of Gambling.

If he wanted to get an advantage over Ailithos, he naturally had to rely on gambling.

If outsiders knew of this idea, they would surely mock Lu Yin for being a fool.

A mortal wanting to defeat a deity in the realm of gambling.

Especially a deity whose very authority was gambling; it was nothing short of a pipe dream.

But Lu Yin chose to do exactly that.

He unequipped the dream god set of three and placed them on the table in the drawing room.

"Lord Ailithos, as I said before, I want to help you accomplish what you desire."

"But right now, I have more important things to do."

Ailithos's gaze swept indifferently over the dream god set of three on the table.

The corners of her lips curled into a half-smile, as if she had long since seen through Lu Yin's thoughts.

"Oh? More important things?"

Ailithos's voice was ethereal and lazy as her fingertips lightly tapped the windowsill, making a faint clicking sound.

"Like what?"

"Raising your level, practicing techniques, or... thinking about how to squeeze some benefits out of this Goddess?"

Lu Yin's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were as sharp as blades.

"Your Excellency must be joking."

"If I truly intended to scheme, why would I take the initiative to unequip the Dream God set?"

"This is merely me fulfilling the gambling debt I previously lost."

"I accept my loss gracefully; in fact, I should thank you for taking these three divine artifacts back so late."

Lu Yin's voice was low and firm.

Three divine artifacts might not be a big deal to a deity.

But for a human Professional, it was something that could drive the entire world into a frenzy.

Yet Lu Yin did not look back.

It wasn't that Lu Yin didn't care about divine artifacts, but rather that he had the confidence that he would have opportunities to obtain even better ones in the future.

After all, he had already obtained the Death God Temple.

Within this temple, he could obtain exclusive equipment for himself.

With this safety net, other equipment was merely the icing on the cake.

"Hehe, little one, since you have such resolve, I won't say more."

As her voice fell, Ailithos took the dream god set of three and stood up to leave.

Though her footsteps didn't stop, a trace of her presence remained locked onto Lu Yin the entire time.

However, even though Lu Yin couldn't perceive the power of a deity, his nature allowed him to directly discard the Dream God's artifacts.

This was a huge gamble and a test of his own will.

Buzz.

The moment Ailithos touched the doorknob, her figure vanished into thin air.

Lu Yin showed no expression, for he knew that the real game had only just begun.

The only thing he could gamble on now was Ailithos's obsession with defeating the Goddess of Luck.

Leaving the drawing room, Lu Yin went straight into the wrath of athena to train.

He stood alone in the center of the battlefield, the blade of eternal silence held quietly in his hand while the sword of time and space floated by his side, emitting a faint silver glow.

This time, he didn't summon the Death Legion, instead relying solely on his own techniques to deal with the projected monsters.

Every sword swing and every dodge was performed with precision down to the millimeter.

Unequipping the dream god set of three had slightly weakened his attributes.

But knowing the importance of technique, he didn't want to rely too much on external items.

Another wave of bronze fighters attacked; Lu Yin's eyes narrowed as his attributes instantly converted to Agility.

He didn't meet them head-on; instead, his footsteps shifted, and his body slid half a step to the side like a phantom.

His attributes converted back to Strength, and the blade of eternal silence traced a subtle arc.

Squelch!

-135,456,553!

A single basic attack dealt over a hundred million damage, instantly killing that bronze fighter.

But Lu Yin didn't feel the slightest excitement as his figure streaked across the battlefield.

Every swing of the blade of eternal silence carried a space-tearing whistle.

He didn't use the Death Legion, nor did he use any attack skills.

His attributes flickered rapidly between Strength and Agility, with each conversion perfectly timed at the nodes of attack and evasion.

Gradually, he seemed to fall into a strange state.

His movements became smoother, no longer a stiff chain of skills, but a battle dance that was almost instinctual.

"Still not enough..."

However, Lu Yin clearly knew that this was still far from the realm Lu Xun had spoken of.

It certainly couldn't compare to the Will of Athena, that combat intuition which was almost like predicting the future.

"Kill!"

More bronze fighters surged forward like a tide, forming a battle formation with an endless offensive.

Coordinating with each other, they left almost no openings.

Lu Yin took a deep breath and stopped simply dodging.

He took the initiative to meet them, the blade of eternal silence tracing countless fine sword arcs in front of him.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The crisp sound of clashing metal rang out like a torrential downpour.

Lu Yin wove through the dense attacks, striving to push "Parry" to its absolute limit with every clash of blades.

It was no longer about brute force against brute force, but finding the nodes in the attack trajectories—the points where the power was weakest and easiest to deflect.

With a slight tremor of his wrist and a light rotation of the blade, he skillfully guided the incoming force away.

Sometimes he could even use the enemy's momentum against them, causing their attacks to collide with one another.

His movements grew smoother and more natural.

His spiritual perception was heightened to the extreme; in his vision...

The attacks of the bronze fighters were no longer just beams of energy.

They were flowing trajectories, each with a starting point, a path, and a final destination.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

-142,356,781! -139,875,642! -145,632,897!

Lu Yin moved unpredictably amidst the bronze fighters' encirclement, and every time the blade of eternal silence swung...

It accurately cut through the weak nodes of the bronze fighters' attacks.

His movements became increasingly fluid, with almost no perceived delay during Attribute Conversions.

"This is the feeling..."