246: Chapter 246 The Clone Dice!

In a flash, another seven days passed.

During this time, Lu Yin's level reached Level 88, and the intensity of his cultivation gradually decreased.

In particular, after grinding ten times, he successfully collected the leo golden soul.

However, upon entering the Dungeon again, the Golden Fighter never appeared again.

It seemed that these two Golden Fighters were the limit that could be generated in the Dungeon.

But although there was no golden soul, fortunately, the drop rate for Athena Projection's stone of god remained stable.

Additionally, he would occasionally relax and take a stroll with Bai Luer during his breaks from cultivation.

After all, keeping one's nerves constantly tense was not a good thing.

On this day, Lu Yin bid farewell to Bai Luer.

At the entrance of the Gods Dormitory courtyard, he saw a familiar figure blocking the way ahead.

The afterglow of the setting sun filtered through the leaves, casting mottled light and shadow on Ailithos's stunning profile.

The dice at her fingertips stopped changing, freezing on a bright red single point.

“Fourteen days.”

Ailithos's ethereal voice broke the silence, carrying a hint of playfulness.

“Little guy, you are more patient than I imagined.”

Lu Yin stopped in his tracks, his expression calm and ripple-free, but his heart leapt with joy.

It seemed his decision was correct.

Ailithos's obsession with defeating the Goddess of Luck was even stronger than he had imagined.

Originally, he thought Ailithos would at least wait until he was Level 89 before she couldn't help herself.

After all, after the third transition, one could no longer enter the Everlasting Desolation Plain.

On the surface, however, Lu Yin remained composed.

“Lord Ailithos.”

He nodded slightly, his tone neither humble nor arrogant. “I am simply fulfilling our agreement while doing what needs to be done.”

He didn't mention the Dream God set or the God of Misfortune at all, appearing completely indifferent, but in reality, he was maintaining the delicate balance of this psychological game.

Ailithos chuckled softly and walked forward slowly, her moon-like silver hair fluttering gently in the wind.

She stopped a step away from Lu Yin, her soul-piercing eyes scrutinizing him.

“Giving up three divine artifacts without even blinking.”

“Did you find a better replacement, or perhaps...”

She leaned forward slightly, her voice low and filled with a seductive magnetism.

“You are betting that you possess a higher value to me?”

These words went straight to the core, causing Lu Yin's heart to contract slightly, though he still showed no emotion.

Lu Yin knew that even a single ripple of emotion might be captured and infinitely magnified by this deity.

“Divine artifacts are good, but they are ultimately external objects.”

“One's own strength is the foundation of everything.”

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched their shadows long, intersecting on the ancient stone path of the Gods Dormitory like a silent wrestling match.

The dice at Ailithos's fingertips vanished silently. She lightly clapped her hands, brushing away non-existent dust.

“External objects... well said. You seem to be devaluing my chips to the point of worthlessness.”

Ailithos's red lips curled into a half-smile.

“Lord Ailithos, you exaggerate.”

Lu Yin also gave a light chuckle.

“Humans can never be compared to gods; every human is greedy.”

“Even if someone can resist temptation, it is merely because the chips aren't enough.”

These words were no longer a hint; they were a blatant demand.

The starlight swirling in Ailithos's eyes paused for a moment, followed by a silver-bell-like chuckle.

“Hahaha, then tell me, what kind of chips... can move a special human like you?”

Lu Yin did not answer directly, but instead looked toward the last sliver of the setting sun on the horizon.

“That depends on your sincerity.”

He turned his head, his calm gaze meeting Ailithos's deep eyes.

“The dream god set of three is indeed powerful, but with my strength, I believe I will sooner or later obtain a full set of exclusive equipment.”

“By then, the boost from exclusive accessories will surely be more suitable for me than divine artifacts.”

“So...”

The smile on Ailithos's red lips deepened as she gently rubbed the surface of a die.

“So, you want something other than conventional equipment.”

Having brought everything into the open, Lu Yin did not avoid her scrutinizing gaze and said frankly,

“Exactly.”

Faced with Lu Yin's answer, Ailithos suddenly threw that ever-changing die.

As the die fell, she chuckled leisurely.

“Then let's see whose luck is better.”

“If it's an even number, I will provide a piece of equipment that satisfies you. If it's odd...”

“Then it's a pity; our fate will be severed, and we may never meet again.”

Clack!

Just as Ailithos finished speaking, the die hit the ground with a crisp sound.

Lu Yin's eyes didn't blink as he stared at the tumbling die; it would definitely be a lie to say he wasn't nervous.

After all, the favor of a deity was not easily obtained.

As the die finally stopped, the upward face was clearly a six, and Lu Yin breathed a sigh of relief.

“It seems fate does not want me to end it like this.”

She chuckled softly and hooked her finger.

The die flew back into her palm, turning into a cluster of ever-changing light.

“Then, I shall give you a chip you cannot refuse.”

She opened her palm, the light condensed, and finally turned into a bone die that looked plain and unremarkable.

That bone die looked completely ordinary.

There were even some signs of wear on the edges, as if it had been picked up casually from the corner of some ancient gambling table.

But Lu Yin could clearly feel an extremely subtle yet majestic power of rules contained within it.

“This item is called the [clone dice].”

Ailithos's voice was ethereal, carrying a hint of playfulness.

“It cannot directly increase your attributes, nor can it grant you world-destroying skills.”

“Its only function is to create a clone controlled by your will.”

“As for the number of clones and their duration, that depends entirely on your luck.”

She tossed it gently, and the die fell into Lu Yin's palm, feeling cold to the touch.

“clone dice...”

Lu Yin repeated the name in a low voice, his fingertips gently rubbing the surface of the die.

He then checked the item's effects.

“[clone dice (Special Item)]”

“[Quality: God-tier]”

“[Effect: Based on the number rolled, a clone inheriting 100% of your attributes can be created. The higher the number, the longer the duration. Cooldown: 3 days. Mana Cost: 100,000 points]”

From its description, it wasn't hard to see that this was an incredibly powerful God-tier item.

Even if the lowest roll of one was made, the clone could last for 1 day.

And with the highest roll of six, the duration was as long as 3 days.

If used in a battle, having an extra combatant equivalent to the main body...

Its formidable power was simply unimaginable.

Lu Yin gripped the clone dice in his hand, feeling its cold touch.

The value of this God-tier item indeed far exceeded the dream god set of three he had lost.

“It seems you are very satisfied.” Ailithos clapped her hands lightly, a flash of cunning in her eyes.

“Then, it is time to fulfill your promise.”

“Everlasting Desolation Plain, the God of Misfortune.”

Lu Yin said calmly, “I will help you defeat the Goddess of Luck.”