Chapter 24: Impossible Fight Part Two: Made In Heaven

Both of them charged at the same time, Foel only followed as she wanted to make sure that Elon didn't land any fatal damage to the devil.

After absorbing the sword that stuck on her shoulder to nourish her tungsten muscle, MF saw the flow immediately. She shot a weaker projectile from her cannon at the speed where Foel could fake-dodge and let the man rush alone, signalling the tanomobi that she could take him down alone, no need to interfere.

With the building momentum, the man took one of his strong artifacts that release purple electricity using his right hand. On the other palm, he accumulated a concentrated ball of plasma using his fire bending skill.

Thousands of calculations were running in MF's head. She spawned a thick shield of tungsten-layered cancer cells, scrambling to the ground and air on her left side to deafen the sword impact, barely managing to evade her right side as her organic cannon got amputated by the thrown ball of plasma.

"Gotcha~"

Numerous spears were sprawled from the shield, piercing some of his flesh as the man could only evade some of them. On each end of the spears, was a destructive mutagen liquid—the same liquid that was able to conjoin Kashal with the Livil's heart and transformed him into a Calamity.

But because of the time factor, MF could only coat much as she made the bio-weapon in that miniscule amount of time. She scrambled the pathway to the shield so that she could focus on creating the spears, all at the same time. Disappointingly, all the spears that landed didn't have the mutagen with it.

'What's with his luck!?'

The plan was to kill him or torture him to get any information about their beings of existence.

Let alone neutralizing him, MF couldn't even subdue him even with fierce calculation because something will always go wrong in the variable.

Although the wound managed to cripple some of his motoric action, the man leaped back with excruciating holes on his body with only mana he could rely on. Heavily breathing, Elon never thought that he would approach a fight where he could end up dead if not only for Fortune's blessing.

Only by this MF noticed something.

His luck was deteriorating.

Fortune's blessing gave Elon three separated reality bending powers.

First, the 'Unsurmountable Luck'. It would let Elon strive further for what he wanted to achieve. Heaven would lay a red carpet for him, he could just walk straight into his destination with ease.

This however, contradicted his laid back and unambitious attitude, if he didn't trigger this blessing for some duration of time, the blessing would force its way to the seam of destiny and wove it to give a punishment and heavy reward after it calmed down. Basically, throwing a tantrum.

Second, the 'Destiny Armor'. By the will of the lady herself, an armor that appeared to protect Elon when his life was threatened. Together with the wind, it could negate any kinds of misfortune and hardship away like an impregnable wall. But the wall's true form was an invisible steel armor, it can get chipped and dented slowly. With enough impact, anything can pierce it through.

Although it might be something that could be defeated, it was enough to let Elon overcome most of the toughest enemies he would face.

And lastly, the third—

"This place shall be your tomb." Elon used all of his available mana to conjure a pillar-like sword—that thing was too big to be called a sword. Too big, too thick, too long, and too hot, it was more like a large pillar of condensed sun. His body was crumbling but the flame numbed his pain.

He placed the sword straight up in front of him near his left side. His left eye was seared by the severe heat, to remind his own determination. His right eye was filled with hatred and thirst, to punish those who take the lives of those he cares about.

Elon didn't know that both of them are still alive although they were scared emotionally. This approach made by MF does have its drawbacks.

"Did I mention to you that your friends tasted really good~?"

"This place will be your fucking end!"

Elon leaped forward as he hurled the plasma beam. Although his effort could be seen as commendable, he forgot his enemy's physical prowess.

MF could just dodge completely but she knew that there was a limit on the man's reality-bending luck. Looking at the amount of damage he received, this wasn't a time to finish him off. She only needs one more strike.

So to create the illusion of victory, MF only dodged a slight and let her sole arm get decapitated. With no arms left, MF launched another cancer spear from her chest, right at Elon's collarbone.

The spear landed. It didn't killed him but it finally landed without any interference. He condensed his sword into dagger and disconnect the long part like a butter. With the spear comes the mutagen, like a bomb that could be triggered by a long range switch.

A devious smile was etched on the humanoid Calamity once again. 'Hah! 'Now you have no luck!'

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"Urgh!"

The devil acted like it was all that she could muster, jumping back to land limply on the ground, her bodily liquid gushing out from the wound and every holes she had. With a killer stare and smile so confident, she mocked Elon by not showing any change in her emotion.

"Why did you kill them?"

"Because they are delicious."

"Why are you so vile?"

"Because people wanted me to die, a Calamity will forever be a Calamity, a plague to this land, a rash on your skin, annoyance. We're just a life of our own who are trying to prove our ideal by preying on all of you!"

"Then so be it."

Elon brandished his dimming sword again. A flickering light in the shadow, preparing for one more strike as her grip was above him.

"Ah…"

Unknown to him, there was another threat behind him all along.

He saw a sticking-out hand pierced through his chest, a hand that was grabbing his heart, beating, slowly, slowly, resting.

"I trusted… You…"

Foel couldn't care less, her expression was that of hatred instead of pity. Maybe, just maybe, there was a sliver of repulsion in her heart. "I hate someone who has luck on their side."

"Hahaha… The game was rigged… All along."

For the shame, punishment, and cruelty aren't the same, The unkind, the unreal, and the unthawed. He took his last breath as his mind reeled the tape of his memory, thinking to himself, what he did in his life that was flawed.

The beating finally stopped, laid and cradled by Foel's palm and fingers. The mutagen in his body laid bare, as it serve for a plan B if his luck saves him again.

Foel was reluctant to crush his heart, it had been a long time since she felt the warmth of blood. As it was a man of honor that she thrust her claw upon.

Rock beat scissors.

Scissors beat paper.

Paper beats rock.

Effort beats luck.

Or was it?

The third power from Fortune's Blessing, 'Necrosis Of Heaven'. A Primordial that lives on the intersection of higher realm and Neamh, a warrior of fate who could defy and oppose anybody who managed to take the life of Elon. An entity who could tamper with time and space to a certain extent, will not yield until all threat has been disposed of from their mortal vessel.

And now that entity will come for both of them.

A thunderous flash boomed into the scene, blinding light was instantaneously ripped the reality apart with Elon as the line of intersection. Everything behind him was those of another dimension, the soil that Foel stepped now is not those of Neamh.

"How beloved are you? Why to such an extent? A single mortal? Why do they do all of this for you!?" MF questioned. In her view, the world behind Elon's limp body was those of another world. Tall mountains with waterfalls that were not supposed to be in this world, crystal clear sky, spiraling rainbow, a floating lake, and numerous mystical beasts could be seen roaming from afar.

Above the body of the man was a god-like entity, a tall golden statue that could reach the sky and grasp the moon, stretching his right palm to block the sun from illuminating Elon's skin like an umbrella.

Can 'effort' defeat the gods?

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