I Have a Dice Left by a God-Chapter 384 - 251: The Usurper

Estella’s body couldn’t move, and she could only watch helplessly as her father was devoured by the Golden Tree.

A father’s love is like a mountain.

The light of the Prosperity Magic Ring shone brightly, and Estella’s third Life Star, the "Blessing of Justice," was activated. This was the power gifted to her by the sacrifice of her father, a king.

In Prince Oliver’s manor outside the city, Oliver, who had been gazing at the sky, suddenly laughed heartily, a departure from his usual concern for maintaining image: "My brother, after being king for so many years, is still so soft-hearted. He never disappoints me. Boka, let’s begin."

"Father, what has happened to make you so happy?" Amosa asked.

"Your uncle is dead. He thought he disguised himself well. My gluttonous feast is about to begin. Amosa, father needs to make some preparations," Oliver said tenderly, stroking Amosa’s hair.

"Alright, Father, do you need me to accompany you?" Amosa smiled.

Oliver stood up, glanced at Bocuse, nodded, and then walked inside.

"Father, Father, take me with you, let me see," Amosa pouted.

But Oliver’s figure had already disappeared from the hall, and five black-clad men emerged like specters, staring at Amosa as if they were apparitions. Amosa knew these were her father’s secret guards, but why did they look at her so strangely?

Bocuse walked over from behind, looking at Amosa with an indescribable gaze, "His Highness needs your cooperation for the gluttonous feast."

"Cooperation?" Amosa’s smile abruptly froze, and an ominous feeling enveloped her heart. She wasn’t foolish; she knew what dark cuisine was. Her voice was somewhat flustered, "Boka, do you know what you’re saying!"

Bocuse remained expressionless, "Your Highness, you are the main course of the gluttonous feast."

Upon hearing that the king was dead, Bocuse realized the disparity in hidden power. No wonder Prince Oliver looked down on the path of the Gourmet; compared to Oliver, they were indeed short-sighted. From the beginning, Oliver never planned to become an angel; he wanted more, requiring a more ancient, stronger, and incredible atmosphere.

The fundamental purpose of destroying the Golden Tree wasn’t the Golden Tree itself, but King Ola the Eighteenth. In this world, the one who understood King Ola best was his elder brother, who was also his greatest enemy. He determined that the king would not sacrifice the princess but would sacrifice himself.

The king, whose fate was linked to the Golden Tree, could not commit suicide, nor could he be assassinated or die from illness and misfortune, but he could willingly sacrifice himself to the Golden Tree. This way, Oliver could obtain everything he desired without affecting the kingdom’s fortune.

In the atmosphere of sacrificing a just king, enjoy delicacies made from the Evil God’s blood fetus, cherished life, wish power collected by a perfumer over the years, and ultimate dark cuisine.

This is the Fifth Epoch—the way usurpers forcibly seize divinity.

While Amosa was in a daze, the secret guards acted. Amosa, although rebellious, was not weak under Oliver’s meticulous cultivation. She didn’t believe the father who doted on her the most would...

"Impossible, it must be you, it must be you who bewitched Father!" Amosa’s whip burned with Spiritual Ability as it lashed out wildly, temporarily preventing the secret guards from approaching, cautious not to damage the ingredients, "I want to see my father, he wouldn’t hurt me, Father, Father, Father..."

Spiritual Ability exploded, the whip swept away all the secret guards like a tide. Amosa suddenly rushed inside, her figure staggered, and she froze in place, seeing those familiar eyes she knew so well, always quietly watching her in the darkness.

Thud.

Amosa’s whip fell to the ground, tears sliding down her face, the secret guards swarmed and subdued Amosa, and everyone followed Bocuse into the darkness.

"You’ve been raised as an ingredient since childhood," Bocuse’s voice echoed in Amosa’s ears.

Crash...

In the blood-red sky, a bizarre dark vortex appeared like the opening of Hell’s gates, countless crows shrieked as they circled in the air.

In Count George’s mansion, after returning home, the old count lay there all the time while his family, anxious and pacing, were blocked from visiting the count several times.

Allowing the chaos outside to continue, Old George leisurely lay on the lounge chair looking at the sky, sighed softly, and beckoned. A shadow falcon landed and had a letter bound to it, this was his agreement with the king, now was the time to execute it, then he closed his eyes forever.

***

The arena’s lockdown had been lifted; people swarmed out, eager to return home due to the strange phenomena and unknown fears. Christie didn’t let Li Xin join her and left alone, while Li Xin returned to Lirong Inn, finding the streets filled with panicked crowds and soldiers, frantic sewer creatures, a pervasive sense of fear, more people flocking to the Earth Mother Goddess Church seeking protection from the Mother Goddess.

Li Xin felt constrained as well, needing to sort things out after everything that had happened. He understood Christie had her responsibilities too. Originally, everything seemed to be improving, but now everything was in ruins; the king was dead, and the policies he advocated were about to change. The first to be affected would be the Hex Bird Society and Night Patrol. Hokele was too young to balance the restless noble powers, especially with a church-supported Prince Oliver, perhaps he thought too much. He even suspected this was Oliver’s purpose, to deal with Hokele, Oliver had numerous advantages, making it much easier for him.

Hedan was about to change.

Returning to the inn, Li Xin saw the innkeeper Ao on the attic, sternly gazing at the sky. His aloof nature automatically kept people distant.

The inn was unusually quiet, likely infected by this strange atmosphere. Usually vibrant Hedan was now lifeless, everyone felt weak, as if drained of life, thriving plants withered in a short time, strange occurrences everywhere. The scenery Li Xin loved from his window was now gone.

At 88 Mahler Street, Christie stood silently by the window, seemingly waiting for something. Shortly after, the shadow falcon that had been circling for a while landed on Christie’s shoulder. Christie took the letter from the falcon’s leg, glanced at it, sighed softly, the letter burned into ashes. She nodded slightly to the shadow falcon, "Go, I’ll see it through."

The shadow falcon soared into the sky, let out a piercing wail, then suddenly accelerated towards the ground and crashed heavily, losing its life.

Christie watched the self-destructing falcon. Previous circumstances made her believe they wouldn’t need to take the final step. After all, the king had already gained control, and Oliver’s downfall and judgment were only a matter of time. But now the king was dead, Oliver gained power through a dark ritual, leaving the Hex Bird Society and Night Patrol with one last chance: assassinate Oliver. Only if Oliver died could the new king Hokele stand his ground, or else he’d certainly become a puppet. Outcomes are never the worst, only worsening. Before everything was conclusively settled, she had one last chance.

This was her mission, assassinating Oliver was the final trump card in King and Count George’s plan. According to the Sixth Epoch laws, both ecclesiastical and royal powers must visibly adhere, their conflicts are minor moves. The weakened royal power doesn’t have much leverage, must not leave evidence, thus seeking external help, among the external Church Courts capable of aiding Moncalleta Kingdom, only Moon God’s Court could. The card was left by a former king who found Moon God’s Court, which also set a requirement: a Hedan person must execute the task, not directly by someone from Moon God’s.

Being part of the Dao Yuan Continent Eastern Continent’s top Church Courts, there were constant struggles. However, Moon God’s Court didn’t intend to directly clash with the Earth Mother Goddess Court.

Moon God’s Court presented such a requirement, also requiring the king to provide a Judgment Angel willing to sacrifice themselves. Moon God’s Court would use a level 0 sealed object to transfer a Judgment Angel’s power to a new life, creating a wild angel with no family background.

Christie was chosen from orphans by Old George, made as a rapidly made angel jointly by Moon God’s Court and Count George. Old George lost his Judgment Angel power, Moon God’s paid a substantial price for this transformation, secret sealed objects, desire must come with need. As for Christie, she has exhausted her future.

Initially, Christie didn’t have many ambitions for her life; she lived for this mission. However, she didn’t anticipate meeting Li Xin, initially drawn by his peculiar thoughts and ideas. Both felt they could take and leave things behind, a brief gathering for pleasant memories. Yet, as time passed, she unknowingly drew closer, with a desire for settling down.

She had dreamed such a beautiful dream, the dream of an ordinary woman.

Now, the dream has ended.