“U-uh…?!”

The person the Martial Blade God chose next was Lemi.

Her eyes bulged with surprise. She was still recoiling from the trauma of watching her comrade die in cold blood. Perspiration covered her body while her breathing got out of control.

‘Relax, Lemi! Jared can revive her. Jared can—’ Suddenly, Lemi remembered something extremely pivotal.

The man before her had attacks which destroyed the soul, and Ciara had refused Jared’s Soul Brand. That meant… it was very likely that Ciara was gone forever. With this realization, Lemi’s heart tightened further in pain, and she almost retched in horror.

“Ten seconds before your demise. You choose.” The Martial Blade God calmly stated, watching Lemi with keen eyes.

The black and white girl knew that she couldn’t escape her current situation. Ciara, who was one of the most powerful people in the group, had been killed. Edward, the strongest of all three of them, was stuck—paralyzed.

Her frightened brain struggled to understand the probability of victory. It was pretty much nonexistent. She stood no chance at all!

Yet why… Why was she stepping forward?

“You killed Ciara… without seeing her ability.” Her tone was trembling, but she spoke anyway. “I thought we had one shot.”

“She indeed attacked me, but it was within my Martial Realm. I’ll show you.”

The Martial Blade God breathed once more, oozing life into the world to create his own.

Once again, the firmaments darkened, and the brilliance of the stars filled the sky. A nigh infinite space covered them, and only the two inhabitants were there to witness it.

“T-this… is where… she fought you?” Lemi muttered in amazement.

She had so many questions, but she swallowed them all.

“There is no need to hold back your words. Say what you must.”

“How did you make such a vast space? Based on the principle of Energy Conservation in Mana Theories, making such a vast realm like this is deemed impossible. The kind of energy you would need to pull that off is… too immense.”

In essence, to create an infinite world, one practically needed to have an infinite amount of energy.

“I have more than enough Aether to utilize this technique. So long as my mind projects this as my will, then it’s not impossible.” Lemi didn’t fully understand what the Martial Blade God was saying to her.

If she got anything, though, it was that he was very strong. Impossibly strong.

“Isn’t this unfair? You know I can’t win.”

“Then, will you back down?”

“Nah… with these odds? No way!” Lemi revealed a toothy grin.

Suddenly, a brilliant light shone around her, and a massive wheel appeared behind her. It was a roulette, similar to the one she, Ivan and Edward had found in their search for the Arcana. However, unlike back then, this roulette seemed to be constructed with yellow energy.

It shone brightly behind Lemi, and the girl gained some level of confidence because of that.

‘With the Wheel, I can overcome adversities based on what I spin.”

The roulette had many colors—ranging from white to black, with colors getting progressively darker the further they went in the gradient curve. Lemi had done her in-depth study of its mechanics, figuring out what worked for it.

It basically went thus;

The lighter the color chosen in the color scheme, the better your luck. The darker the color, the less effective it would be. As for the colour black, it simply represented no luck at all. Lemi was fortunate that that was all there was to it.

If there were downsides—like having bad luck for certain spins—then things would have been way worse.

‘I survived getting killed by this guy because I rolled a green before we arrived here.’

The effects of a spin lasted at least an hour—and because it had been a ‘Green’ one, its effects were really good.

“Okay, right now… I need the best.”

Lemi was in the most dangerous of situations. Death was staring at her right in the face, and he patiently waited for her futile resistance.

‘White. Give me white!’

Causality Manipulation. Plausibility Alteration. The power of luck had been interpreted in more ways than one. However, if there was one thing luck could do… it was capable of turning a situation as hopeless as this into something she could see some victory in.

Lemi turned to look at her wheel, proceeding to spin it with as much accuracy as she could.

>VWOOOOMMM!<

The color wheel spun, turning and turning, as the arrow steadily pointed at the different colors.

Suspense ate into the girl. Her heart raced uncontrollably as she awaited the products of her result. What she wanted was something to use in order to survive… in oder to win.

It could be a power-up for her, a nerf for the enemy, or both, or even something completely different. Lemi prayed within herself as the Wheel slowed down and finally stopped on a color.

The color was…

“WHITE, BABY!!!” Lemi grinned, practically surging with confidence at this point.

With white, she was invincible!

“Alright! I’m ready!” Lemi grinned

“Are you certain?” The Martial Blade God asked a useless question.

Lemi nodded with absolute confidence. She would have loved to stack up more lucky spins, but her current level only allowed one spin. In fact, it took her body some time to even adjust to the changes in causality around her.

Her major challenge had been learning how to properly spin the wheel in order to obtain her desired result. Another issue was the amount of energy it sapped from her. However, it was well worth it this time.

With ‘White’, she was practically untouchable.

“Causality manipulation and interference with order… that is indeed a frightening ability.” The Martial Blade God commented.

Lemi ignored him and conjured up her most powerful attack. Mixing an unstable combination of Mana and Miasma while coating them with as much Aether as she possibly could, she created a bomb.

‘The blast radius and intensity should blow everything around into smithereens. Plus, since I rolled a White, I won’t die from it. Let’s do this!’

The massive ball of white and black light she generated above her made both Lemi and the Martial Blade God seem like insignificant specks of dust. It brimmed with so much energy that Lemi began to grow frightened.

‘So this is what happens when I go serious with a ‘White’.

Without any further delay, Lemi launched her massive orb of destruction towards the Martial Blade God, who was standing still.

>BBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!<

Lemi felt herself get vaporized by the blast—well, almost, considering her immense luck—and everything around her suffered the same fate. The blast radius covered a lot of ground, and as far as Lemi could see, destruction reigned true.

But then—

“Impressive.” The Martial Blade God commented.

His body was shrouded in what seemed like an incorpreal armor.

The blue energy-like projection must have shielded him from the attack, and it didn’t even seem to have a single scratch on it.

“W-wha—?!” Lemi was beyond appalled when she saw this.

Her luck was maxed out, wasn’t it? Why was this still happening?!

“Do not look so distraught, young one.” The Martial Blade God spoke, calmly closing the distance between them.

“Probability manipulation only works when there is a probability. In a situation of absolute certainty, it becomes redundant.”

Lemi’s eyes widened at the man, who was now right in front of her.

“Your use of luck—no matter the amount—cannot allow you to change something that isn’t simply a possibility, but a well-grounded truth. An impossibly certain reality.”

Lemi’s heart raced as she stared deeply into the eyes of the Martial Blade God.

She knew what was coming next. She dreaded it!

“Multiply any number by zero, and you get zero. You had no chance to begin with. No amount of luck was going to change that.” He raised his blade.

Lemi closed her eyes, realizing the inescapable truth in his words. He was right. She had always known, but she thought… she thought she could actually prevail due to the power of luck.

So far, it had seemed to work so well for her. However, this was finally the end of the line.

Her demise was imminent. Her death was certain.

In her final moments, Lemi found a couple of images flashing through her mind.

The face of her loving aunt. The face of her amazing cousin. Her family. Her people…

… Her mother

… Her father.

“I-I’m so sorry, everyone.” She burst into bitter tears, but it was no use this time.

It truly was the end of the line.

>WHOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!!!<