Chapter 300: Rituals and Gatherings

Chapter 300: Rituals and Gatherings

Chapter 300: Rituals and Gatherings

Apple? Help?
Confused by the lazy young man’s suggestion, Leon couldn’t help but ask:

“Why apples?”

“It doesn’t have to be an apple. A four-leaf clover, a rabbit’s foot, a clear amethyst, a coin that was made on a specific date and has been carried around for a long time, or something red that symbolizes good luck will all work.

I chose apples because they are the easiest to obtain. They don't wither easily like four-leaf clover, or need to be carried around for a long time like lucky coins. They are also very cheap. One amethyst can buy dozens of cars.

As for why I say it can save lives... it's because eating an apple and throwing away the core is the simplest occult ritual for good luck."

"ceremony?"

"Yes, it's the ceremony."

After raising his hand and pointing at Leon's brow, the lazy young man slowly explained:

"For example, my pointing at you is a simple ritual in the sense of mysticism, which means 'guiding', 'selecting', or 'locking'. The effect can be enhanced if combined with your name.

It is similar to eating apples. This sweet fruit with a red skin has four meanings: "good luck", "peace", "temptation" and "enlightenment". It is a very classic ritual prop in mysticism.

If you eat the flesh, you eat the temptation. If you throw away the apple, you lose your peace. If you don’t eat or plant the seeds, you give up enlightenment. After you remove three out of four of the meaning of the apple, what’s left is pure good luck that has been quadrupled.”

After saying a bunch of weird things, the lazy young man raised his hand and drew a wavy line in the air, and then continued to explain to the somewhat confused Leon:

“I’ve said before that because we are hated by the world’s will, we are much more unlucky than the average person. But this doesn’t mean we have no luck. It’s just that our luck has been forcibly suppressed by the world’s will.

So if we take something that represents luck and proudly throw it to the world, it is equivalent to connecting with this bastard who is suppressing our luck and completing a simple luck secret ritual.

In this way, part of the large amount of luck that is forcibly suppressed by it will be sprayed out through the opening provided by the Secret Ritual of Luck, bringing us sudden good luck and reducing the volatility of fate, making our "wave line" relatively stable and avoiding those overly dangerous troughs.

Of course, after learning this secret ritual, you’d better not eat apples on a normal basis. After all, these good fortunes do not come out of thin air, but are exchanged for the bad luck we have accumulated, so the total amount is limited.

Besides, you are not like me, who has an anomaly that can directly see through fate. It is very dangerous to change your fate too frequently, so it is best to use it only when necessary to ensure that you don't die from bad luck. "

……

So that's what happened...

After roughly understanding why throwing apple cores can bring good luck, Leon nodded in sudden enlightenment, but looking at the cat's paw emblem on his chest, he couldn't help but ask in confusion:
"But I just spit out a mouthful of fruit pulp before, why did it bring me good luck and get the badge to enter the Scale Gold Cult gathering?"

"Because you took such a big bite that you took out the seeds from the apple core, you can barely complete the mystery."

"That's it..."

Leon nodded in understanding, and then asked with some concern:
"Senior Tom, are there any other 'simple mysteries' that we should be aware of? For example, eating an orange or black fruit won't suddenly bring bad luck, right?"

"It's okay. This thing will only be fully effective if the initiator is aware of the effect of the secret ritual and consciously does it." The lazy young man strode forward in the dim underground alley while answering in a steady tone:
"You were able to successfully activate the simple secret ritual just now. I guess you thought that spitting out the apple like me would bring good luck, and you also subconsciously imitated my posture in part, which means you have met the basic activation conditions. Otherwise, the secret ritual would not be so easy to succeed.

Moreover, the reason why our secret rituals are so powerful is because we are hated by the world's will. This qualification is not available to ordinary people. For those who don't know, it is impossible to activate the secret rituals no matter what they do.

Even if they really gather all the conditions and luckily activate the simple secret ritual, with the soul strength and qualifications of ordinary people, the most they can do is pick up a few copper wheels... Get ready, after this door is the gathering place of the Scale Gold Cult, you should collect all the abnormal objects on your body first!"

After reminding Leon, the lazy young man stopped and stood in front of a heavy door nailed with 111 copper wheels. Then he reached into his pocket and took out a bunch of strange things.

A small bottle of mercury, sulfur powder wrapped in moisture-proof paper, and a bag of salt with "Charles Department Store" printed on the package...

Two sets of pure copper weights, a tin balance with an iron plate, a small silver mirror, and two large gold teeth that I didn't know where I got them from...

Amber, matches, nail clippings, blood-stained draft paper, curved horns similar to those of cows and sheep, and the tail of some unknown creature...

It's just weird.

Seeing the lazy young man who took out a bunch of messy things from his small pocket like Doraemon and placed them outside the door to start "practicing a ritual", even though the situation was urgent, Leon couldn't help but ask:

"These things are..."

"Mercury is a sacred trinity of elements, representing the fire of spirit and soul, the feminine water of change and adaptation, and the solid and supportive material. It also means the body, the soul, and the bridge between the two."

As if he had known that Leon would ask questions, the lazy young man who was tinkering with the ritual field answered without even looking up:
"The next two groups are five symbolic elemental metals and three pairs of materials with opposite meanings. Amber represents solidification and eternity, matches represent brevity and extinction; children's nails represent growth, and the old man's suicide note means the end; the horns and tails imply the beginning and the end respectively... Okay, I'm almost ready, let's go!"

He took out an apple, ate it clean in no time, and threw the core into the middle of the ceremony venue. Then, with big dark circles under his eyes, Tom, who looked more like an internet addict than a "wizard", pushed open the door in front of him and was the first to enter the meeting hall of the Scales of Gold Cult.

"..."

So what have you prepared?

Looking at the ritual site that looked like a garbage dump, Leon was clueless and silent for a while. He had to carefully bypass these meaningless things and enter the meeting place of the Scale Gold Cult, and then...

"ding-ding-ding-ding-ding"

The moment he stepped over the door, there was a sound like precious metal coins colliding with each other. The cat's paw badge on Lyon's chest shook slightly, and a heavy cloth purse was suddenly thrown out and dropped at Lyon's feet.

What appeared before Leon afterwards was not a sneaky scene of a bunch of believers in thick robes, sticking their buttocks out and kowtowing to the statue in the middle, but a huge and bustling square.

A large number of men and women in gorgeous clothes whose faces could not be seen clearly were walking back and forth in the square wearing badges composed of three animals, and from time to time they would stop briefly at a "stall" to buy their favorite...

and many more!

Looking at the shelves of the stalls next to him, where there were a dozen roaring fishmen in sealed fish tanks, and an entire palm-sized miniature manor with waving flags, blaring horns, and even the texture of the stone on the exterior wall was clearly visible, Leon couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise.

The goods sold here...are they a little bit off?
(End of this chapter)