Once he opened his eyes, he found a vast ocean filling the whole place where reality and illusion merge in an eternal whirlpool of uncertainty and wonder.

What is this place?

Did something go wrong with the ritual of destiny change?

Did I do something wrong with the ritual procedures?

Where the hell am I?!

…

Many thoughts and assumptions popped into Luke's mind, seeing this abysmal ocean, which seemed like a realm where the laws of physics were broken and twisted upon themselves, creating an environment where the unimaginable manifested itself, and the real faded away like a fleeting dream.

In his state of shock, a strange, thick, grayish-white fog appeared in front of his eyes, surrounded by different mercury-colored "wheels" of various shapes and sizes.

What are these wheels and this fog? Luke felt strangely attracted to the wheels, which were of different sizes and shapes.

He unconsciously reached out his hand to touch one of these wheels, and as he did so, it glowed with a silvery flash. In an emergency, to cover his eyes, he felt two more wheels without realizing it, and he closed his eyes due to the sudden flash.

At that moment, the waves of the colossal ocean hit him with force, distorting his perception in a bizarre and terrifying way.

…

In one of the slums of the capital of the Leonesse kingdom, Arkham. In the narrow and poorly lit Mise's Court street, you can see several street women and some sleeping vagrants, and you can also see stagnant water and garbage on the ground.

Evan Ashford, dressed in a dirty, patched black shirt, pants full of patches, and old leather shoes, runs down this street, deftly dodging homeless people and street women.

"Shit, don't let that brat get away again!"

Evan looks back momentarily to see his pursuers having difficulty getting through this narrow alley.

Without missing this opportunity, he turned right down a narrower alley, which had a strong smell of garbage, urine, and stagnant water, and where a group of drunks could be seen trying to rape a street woman with long black hair and brown eyes.

The woman who is struggling to avoid being raped by this group of drunks, sensing someone nearby, screams for help with a desperate voice and tears in her eyes.

"Help! Somebody, please help!"

Evan bit his lips in frustration and ignored the woman's desperate cries, fearing that his pursuers would catch up with him. As he passed the alley, he turned left.

He ran a little further until he reached Red Cross Street, where several closed establishments were seen. He saw some men dressed in suits and coats and top hats and some women dressed in elegant linen suits and lace gloves.

On the platform, tall black iron gas lanterns illuminated the dark place with a yellow light. On the asphalt road, some horse-drawn carriages could be seen passing by and picking up formally dressed ladies and gentlemen.

All of whom looked at him with contempt and disgust. Some ladies even held their noses as he passed by.

Evan ignored those looks of contempt and disgust because he was already used to this kind of look. Instead, he looked back, and his pursuers were not in sight.

He finally stopped. He sighed, relieved when he saw that he had lost his pursuers.

He looked at the bag of food he had stolen from his pursuers and saw a loaf of bread baked with a milk packet.

Before moving, he looked around and checked his body. Seeing that he hadn't dropped it and had the necklace his mother left him before she died, Evan sighed with relief and returned to where he lived with his younger sister.

…

After walking for a few minutes, he arrived at Baja Street, where most of the houses are neglected and have a strong smell of garbage and wet; besides, the streets are not paved, and you can see large puddles of stagnant water due to the rains.

He takes a different path to avoid meeting his pursuers and finding out where he lives, thus preventing his sister from getting into trouble.

Evan looked at a one-story building constructed of grayish stone with pairs of moldy roofs, in a deplorable state, with the windows sealed with wooden boards.

He entered the building where he lives with his sister with the paper bag containing the food in his hands.

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Inside the house, Evan saw his sister, who was thin due to the food shortage. She had slightly sunken cheeks and bright blue eyes framed by long eyelashes, with long blonde hair falling in messy locks over her shoulders.

She is wearing an old, patched dress that once upon a time must have been a vibrant color.

She is sitting on a bed in deplorable condition, covered with an old white blanket that now has a yellowish color and some holes in it.

Her sister's face is illuminated by the crimson moonlight that filters through some holes in the ceiling and window that illuminate the dark place.

Next to the bed was a small desk made of rather old wood, with some old books and old newspapers, plus some worn-out candles.

In the corner, there was a wooden cupboard, missing the doors and some drawers, and inside, you could see a sheet and some used condiments, plus some clothes in terrible condition.

To the east of the room is a cracked mirror reflecting the crimson moonlight, with a small one in terrible shape and on the verge of shattering.

Lys Ashford smiled softly as she looked at her older brother and the only family she has had since the death of her parents.

"Welcome back, brother," She said with a faint voice and a sweet smile.

Evan flashed a warm smile and approached his sister. "Sis, look, I brought some hot food."

He pulls out a loaf of bread from the paper bag, which is still warm, and hands it to his sister, Lys, who stares at him.

"Don't tell me you stole again?" Lys questioned her brother, who handed her the freshly baked bread.

Evan stood silently, clenching his fists in silence, and looked down, avoiding his sister's gaze.

Lys sighed softly as she said. "Brother, how often have I told you not to steal food? What if one day you get caught? What would our mother think knowing you are a thief?"

Gritting his teeth, Evan retorted. "But sister, if I don't, we'll starve to death. So what do you want to do? Scavenge for food, not knowing what kind of anger we'll get from eating food in an unknown state? Or work in those lead factories? To die miserably like Mrs. Nora's daughter?"

"Why don't you go to one of the community aid? I heard from Mrs. Nelly that they give away food."

Evan snorted with contempt. "Those bastards never have food; they always say they ran out. But in reality, these bastards are reselling the food donated by the Russell family."

Lys was stunned for a moment but still said. "But that doesn't justify you having to steal."

Frowning with annoyance, Evan looked at his sister. "So, I just accept fate and that we'll starve to death? I won't accept that kind of fate!"

Before his sister could retort, he quickly went to one of the rooms and closed the rotten wooden door.

Inside the dark room where only a few rays of crimson light entered, Evan tightened his grip on the silver necklace left to them by his mother before she died.

At that moment, the necklace glowed with an intense silver color illuminating the room.

…

Arkham, Royal Borough. Russell Mansion is in a spacious and elegant room.

Xyla Russell was seated in front of an exquisite antique solid wood dressing table, her body bathed in the crimson moonlight filtering through the room's windows.

On the dressing table, there was an exquisite bronze necklace with some intricate carvings and an inlaid mercury-colored gem that had a faint glow.

She took the exquisite bronze necklace while muttering silently: That hooded older man told me the necklace belonged to the ancient Augustus family of the Goetia Empire of more than a thousand years ago...

And that if I had this necklace tonight, my destiny would undergo a significant change...

She obviously did not believe what the hooded older man said. She thought he was a charlatan who wanted to sell the item at any cost.

The reason she bought the necklace was that the intricate carving on the bronze said a word in Latin: "Destiny"

As a fan of the supernatural and mystery, she studied this language that appears in ancient mausoleums and in texts of sacrificial rituals and prayer.

Usually, ritual and prayer texts are written in Sumerio, but very rarely are they written in Latin.

Xyla looked at the bronze necklace that belonged to the ancient Augustus family, waiting for some change in it or reaction.

…

After a minute of looking at the bronze necklace, Xyla sighed and put it on the dresser, a little disappointed.

She was hoping for some change by looking at what it said about Latin, but after a minute, there was no visible change or feeling of any change in her body.

Xyla could only shake her head in disappointment. The hooded older man who sold her the necklace really was a charlatan who just wanted to sell the item.

"Although I expected this to happen, I don't know why I thought it would actually undergo a change..." She muttered with a sigh, getting up from the dressing table.

At that moment, she stood up; the gem of the copper necklace glowed brightly all over the place, forcing Xyla to close her eyes.

…

Southwest of the kingdom Leonesse, Binger. Near the river Joän, in a white three-story building.

Agatha Christie, who is dressed in a short black wind and a tuxedo, looks casually at the three-story white building, which is strangely silent.

She was accompanied by three other people, two men and a woman. Keeping her expression calm, she looked at the trio behind her and said something in a deep voice.

"Colin, Tana, check the surroundings and look for any anomalies."

"Yes, Captain," Colin and Tana assisted as they moved to inspect the surroundings of the three-story white building.

"And you, Roan, will you enter with me?"

"Yes, captain."

Agatha pulled an exquisite silver revolver from her holster and headed toward the entrance of the building.

Under the starlight of the dark sky, Agatha and Roan walked through the dark courtyard where the shadows seemed to take on their own life as the night deepened.

At the entrance of the three-silver building, Agath signaled Roan, which he understood perfectly, and camouflaged himself with the circulating shadows as he slowly opened the front door of the building.

With her silver revolver, Agatha felt a cold wind hit her body, sending a strong shiver down her back and making all her hair stand on end.

With her experience in such cases, she did not panic and entered the building as the darkness deepened and the clouds in the sky limited the light emitted by the stars.

Despite the darkness of the interior, Agatha could see well and scan her surroundings before making a move. The interior was almost entirely empty, with only a few old pieces of furniture and some black velvet curtains.

She cautiously checked the second floor after a quick look around the place.

After inspecting the entire building and confirming that there was no latent danger, Agatha and her companions left.

…

After parting from her teammates, Agatha stayed in the company, making the day's report.

She let out a long, tired sigh and pulled out a bracelet with a gem embedded in the center. She looked at this for a few seconds before taking a sip of hot coffee.

In that instant of carelessness, the bracelet gave off a silver sparkle that enveloped the entire room.