I Have a Dice Left by a God-Chapter 390 - 257: Some Things Transcend Death

On the vast, boundless sea, a large ship sailed, with a seagull standing on the sail, tilting its head curiously at the helmsman. The helmsman’s head was only half intact, brains still oozing, yet he could maneuver the ship’s wheel. The seagull tried to approach but eventually flew away.

The cabin was filled with bodies, a middle-aged man had been forced into a corner, trembling, crawling on his hands, begging for mercy, already in tears.

The Porcelain Doll wore a smile on its face, sucking on a lollipop, "Uncle, do you want to touch me?"

"No, no, won’t, won’t!" The middle-aged man frantically waved his hand.

"Don’t want to?" The Porcelain Doll’s tone became harsh, its expression suddenly fierce.

"I do, I do, Miss is the most beautiful and noble girl I’ve ever seen." The middle-aged man quickly pleaded.

"Then be gentle, Porcelain Dolls can break." The Porcelain Doll extended its hand to the middle-aged man, who shivered, unsure whether to touch or not.

Under the threatening gaze of the Porcelain Doll, the middle-aged man finally touched it, and the Porcelain Doll leaped in surprise. As the man was about to apologize, he realized his body... shattered, blood spilling on the deck, forming a puddle.

The Porcelain Doll laughed heartily, as if seeing a funny toy, but its laughter abruptly stopped the next second, looked at the fragments disgustedly, licked its lollipop, "Boring."

Isaac came over, "Sir, in a few days we’ll reach the island, there’s fun to be had on it."

"Don’t speak nonsense, I’m the most dedicated singer, here solely for the mission. Recently, something good has appeared at sea, it’s rare for the leader to be interested, I must get it for him, hehe." Every time the leader was mentioned, the Porcelain Doll seemed like an innocent, pure little girl, just stained with blood this somewhat ruined the atmosphere.

"Oh? Something that catches the leader’s eye must be extraordinary, should have significant research value."

"Hehe, at the end of the Third Era, the Supreme Will left behind three notebooks, one of them can fulfill any wish of its owner, called the Wish Book." The Porcelain Doll licked its lollipop.

Isaac froze, "Such a thing exists? How could it be, wouldn’t there be harsh conditions or major sacrifice involved?"

Things from the Old Era, the greater the power, the greater the cost.

"I don’t care, I’ve heard that writing a wish in the book will make it come true, any wish." The Porcelain Doll said.

Isaac is clearly not a superficial secret holder; all powers come with a corresponding price, the higher the demand, the higher the cost, unless... related to the Supreme Will. Legend has it only the Supreme Will can defy all existing laws, simply put all secret laws are fundamentally established by the Supreme Will.

Seeing Isaac’s expression, the Porcelain Doll knew Isaac was tempted, even after losing their body, human desires don’t disappear.

"If you get it, you can gain a new body, doesn’t seem difficult, currently only a handful of hidden powers know of this, we have a chance, by the way, do you think wishing for everyone in the world to turn into children is a good idea?" The Porcelain Doll asked.

Isaac hesitated, "Sir, for me in this state, gender and age don’t matter."

Thinking internally, ’Are you crazy?’ though Isaac knew such a treasure was beyond his reach, he couldn’t help but itch for it, if he got it, he could instantly write his wish, wouldn’t anyone be unable to stop him?

"Are you cursing me in your mind?" The Porcelain Doll laughed.

"Sir, you’re quite the jokester, I’m a disciple of knowledge." Isaac replied with a shaking, bitter smile.

"Hehe, people willing to sacrifice for knowledge aren’t ordinary, by the way, do you want to touch me?" The Porcelain Doll suddenly found Isaac’s floating behavior amusing.

Isaac’s spiritual body shivered and quickly floated back a meter or so, "Sir, souls can break too."

"Just teasing, you’re already a formal Apostle, we’re family, the leader appreciates your dedication to knowledge." The Porcelain Doll licked its lollipop. Regretting having killed everyone, she should’ve left a few to play with, just joking with Isaac.

"Sir, I feel the Dragon Mother seems to have some problems, although she’s helpful with Artificial Human matters, her corpse dumping deliberately attracting the Funeral Attendants’ attention is still causing us trouble, Prince Oliver’s side isn’t pleased either, could it affect future transactions?" Isaac cautiously asked, only daring to do so at sea, as the Dragon Mother is also a singer and a uniquely ranked one.

"His displeasure is his problem, hehe, the Ancient Dragon bloodlines mostly have issues, sometimes male, sometimes female, also partly schizophrenic. The one wanting to join is the male dragon, the Dragon Mother was passively joined, since the primary is female, she’s called the Dragon Mother, also due to this special circumstance, the leader’s demands of her are unlike others." The Porcelain Doll said, "Anyway, the deal’s completed, she can do whatever, if she dies, a spot opens up, just enough for you to have a chance."

Isaac quickly waved his hand, he would want to, but given his current power and contributions, he’s far from it.

Seeing Isaac’s unstable soul, the Porcelain Doll knew he worried about affecting his subsequent experiments, "Don’t worry, though we’re leaving, the creator is still present."

Isaac instinctively stiffened, "Then there’s no issue, not even Pope Oliver would dare provoke the Church Court."

Seems his instincts are trying to forget the existence of the creator.

The Porcelain Doll’s lips curled into a strange smile, "The leader said, in all of Dao Yuan irrespective of who, including the leader, none can outsmart the Hedan people and the Earth Pope’s cleverness unless... permitted."

Saint George Cemetery.

In a corner, two tombstones, Li Xin was organizing the affairs of Old Morton and Young Morton, apart from him, getting help from Dalivin, Mr. Kan, and Old Fang. Dalivin aided in giving them a dignified look, the grandfather and grandson had no friends, so the funeral was simple.

Dalivin was very low-spirited, Mr. Kan silently smoked a cigarette, occasionally fiddling with his gloves.

Old Fang looked calm, probably due to his age and exposure to life and death, getting numb to it, this family was pitiful, but actually, in the unification by the King of Li Dragon, such cases were abundant, even cannibalism occurred repeatedly; this world was constantly repeating the same tragedies, more empathy accumulates more suffering.

"... May the Earth Mother Goddess bless your souls." The Priest drew the Holy Cross on his chest then sprinkled Holy Water.

The Priest calmly completed the ritual, received his payment and left, evidently his trade was thriving, immensely efficient. Originally, Old Fang wanted to earn this as he’s proficient at guiding souls, but considering Old Mo and Little Mo are Hedan people, it was decided to use Hedan beliefs.

The sun set, the three piled dirt shovel by shovel, burying the coffin gradually. Standing long became tiring, Old Fang leaned against a tombstone until Li Xin and the others finished, Li Xin tidied the surroundings, so they didn’t look completely alone.

Old Fang noticed Li Xin’s expression was calm but different, slowly walked over and patted Li Xin’s back, "Ah Xin, look on the bright side, you’re still young, with more experiences you get accustomed, each has their fate and can’t be forced, you’ve given them a final resting place, preventing exposure in the wild, this is a great kindness."

Li Xin looked at Old Fang, then at helpers Dalivin and Mr. Kan, "Perhaps I will leave Hedan before long."

"Leaving is good, young people should travel and see more, trees grow when moved, people thrive when moved." Old Fang nodded in agreement.

"Young Master Xin, Ma Liu had an unmissable appointment, he wanted to apologize through me." Mr. Kan then remembered to say.

"Don’t mention it, thank you for your help."

"Perhaps for a long time, Hedan will not be peaceful, life is getting harder." Mr. Kan sighed, when the superiors conflict, the lives of ordinary people like them get difficult.

Old Fang checked his pocket and found no cigarettes, Li Xin handed Old Fang a box.

Old Fang stroked his beard, "Young Master Xin is being generous, want me to do a fortune-telling?"

Li Xin shook his head, gazing at the evening sky sprawling with red maples, although a bit desolate it was beautiful, certain things some have to do, the sunset stretched the shadows of the four long...