177. Lies
“Not only that, but you also have to give me your position in the God Slaying Society. I’ll give you a sum of money and let you go to another place to enjoy a peaceful life, hehe…”
Mura didn’t answer.
It wasn’t arrogance, but she was truly at a loss for words.
At this moment, the highly anticipated dark elf, Isabella, stepped forward and gently cut her finger with a dagger. Her brow furrowed slightly, and she looked extremely pained, but she gritted her teeth and squeezed out a drop of blood.
Suddenly, a huge, colorful wave rose from the spring.
The wave then gathered and actually transformed into the shape of a tulip.
So strong!
Even Mura couldn’t help but marvel at Isabella’s talent and aptitude.
Destiny level 9.
The division of destiny had begun thousands of years ago.
It represented ability and talent, a representation of all possibilities and potential.
The past Elven Kings, with a maximum of level 11, were known as the strongest Dark Elf Kings in history.
The lowest was level 7, but she was a top-tier existence in other fields.
Tris was level 10, and she was even the strongest user of forbidden magic.
Unfortunately, her abilities were not used for good.
Isabella was a genius.
But her face was slightly pale, and it was unknown what had caused it.
When she shed her blood just now, she also looked extremely tired.
“Lady Isabella is so strong!” Mephna shouted.
But her cry was quickly drowned out by the voices of more supporters.
Isabella smoothed her skirt, nodded slightly to the elders, and then retreated.
Next was Tayin.
“Go, Tayin!”
“Tayin, you are my pride!”
At the same time, Tayin’s supporters and friends shouted in unison. Among them were many beautiful elven girls competing in beauty, as well as his father and mother.
Tayin was beaming. He skillfully picked up a small knife and cut his finger.
Then, a fountain of water, almost identical to Isabella’s, erupted.
—It was an epiphyllum, even more dazzling than Isabella’s.
Before the cheers could follow, Mura’s heart skipped a beat.
—Destiny level 10.
This man before her actually had the same destiny as the Dark Elf Queen, Tris.
There were no more than five dark elves in the entire elven kingdom with a destiny level of 10, and Tayin was actually one of them.
In the elven kingdom, magical strength was absolute. The number of spells one mastered represented everything.
Destiny represented future potential. If the gap in this aspect was too large…
“Next.”
The elder urged.
When she came to her senses, it was already her turn.
Mura walked forward, and the entire hall fell silent.
The difference was stark.
She picked up a small knife and gently cut her finger.
The higher the [Destiny], the higher the splash of water, and the more complete the shape.
If the destiny was very low, the splash of water would be like a ripple created by throwing a stone.
If that kind of scene appeared in the election, it would definitely be laughed at—of course, the participants were mostly recommended and of high status, so such an embarrassing situation would generally not happen.
The blood dripped into the colorful pool.
“…”
It seemed that the entire hall was holding its breath, but the elders’ faces were not good.
A few seconds later, the blood completely dissipated and sank to the bottom of the pool, like a fish blowing a bubble and then it was over.
Mura was startled—could it be that the pool was broken?
Or was it for some other reason?
One of the elders had a grim expression: “What do you mean by this, Lady Mura? We can’t test your destiny like this!”
“She was arranged by Tris. Who knows what backdoor she went through? I’ve heard she doesn’t have much destiny. Now it seems she has no talent at all.”
Suddenly, Tayin jumped out from the stands:
“We will send guards to strictly investigate this matter. If there are any accidents, I will bear all the consequences.”
“Then I’ll trouble you, Mr. Tayin,” the elder said with a beaming smile, respectfully.
Mura remained silent.
I see.
Even the elders were already Tayin’s supporters.
As expected, destiny represented fate, and this was her fate.
Shouldn’t she have had such high expectations?
Goddess, I’m sorry.
“Everyone, since we haven’t seen the result, how about we wait a little longer?”
Suddenly, a gentle voice made everyone quiet down.
The dark elves’ gazes involuntarily shifted to a young woman with spread dragon wings in the stands.
—It was the Dragon Queen, the current President of the God Slaying Society?! When did she arrive?
For a moment, the entire hall erupted. They couldn’t believe that such a powerful dragon would actually come to the election. The elders, including Tayin, all bowed to Reina.
“I’m sorry to have made a fool of myself,” Tayin said with a bow. “This year, our Dark Elf King has many talents, and the election is mostly for the strong, which is why most people didn’t participate. It’s only natural that Mura is not as good as others.”
But Reina seemed not to have seen Tayin at all. She said softly:
“Mura is the most outstanding dark elf. Compared to her, your [Destiny] is still far behind.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall fell silent again.
Because everyone had seen Mura’s splash of water. It was clear that only an elf with a [Destiny] of level 1 would be so incompetent. Everyone knew that the Dark Elf Queen had lost a lot of her destiny, so it wasn’t a pipe dream for Mura, who had returned with her from the Goddess’s ruins, to have lost her destiny and become an inferior elf.
Mura, for some reason, laughed.
Seeing Reina, all her pain and sorrow disappeared.
She regretted being an elf. Instead of being despised by the race she had once trusted, her gentleness was the home of her soul.
“Look at the pool, what’s that premonition?”
“Could it be [Destiny]?”
At this moment, what was unbelievable to everyone was that the pool actually began to boil out of nowhere, like boiling water.
The pool, which had been completely unresponsive, actually had such a breathtaking premonition?
“Splash—”
The boiling water splashed, but it wasn’t chaotic, but gathered towards the center in a regular pattern, gradually becoming a regular shape, like a volcanic eruption, but much quieter than a volcanic eruption.
The splash of water shot straight to the ceiling, even twice as high as Tayin’s.
Then, it turned into a spider lily.
“[Destiny], is this destiny?” One of the elders couldn’t sit still. He had been bribed to absolutely deny Mura’s election, but now he was at a loss.
Finally, when all the colorful water flows had completely converged, they formed a clear image of a flower.
Actually, Reina had been deceiving everyone from the very beginning.
She had said that Mura was the most outstanding dark elf, but that was just a lie.
The soul affects the body, and then the race and consciousness, the sense of belonging, the degree of submission, and so on, will all gradually change with the change of the soul.
Actually,
The moment Mura completely acknowledged her in her heart, she was no longer a dark elf.
