Chapter 4

Clown Simba, stepping down from the rainbow, spun in mid-air, preparing to land gracefully, but he landed unsteadily and ended up squatting on the ground.

"Wang Chong, why are you so late today!" The clown spun in the air, waving his arms and legs.

"Today is my coming-of-age birthday. It's fine if there's no birthday gift, but how dare you forget! Come here, you lost yesterday, so let me pinch your nose. Don't try to back out!" Wang Chong laughed and waved at Simba. Over these ten years, it was because of Simba that he had been able to survive and persist.

The so-called games of the Clown of Fate were bizarre and varied. For the first five years, there were all sorts of strange training sessions, including animal languages and a hodgepodge of old cultural legacies. For the next five years, the Clown of Fate would transform into various monsters to challenge Wang Chong, calling it a "transformation party." Of course, there were always bets involved, which kept Wang Chong's dreams from being lonely.

Simba instinctively shrank back, "Ahem, little brat, the Clown of Fate never backs out of a deal. But today we have something more important to discuss." Simba said solemnly, but a clown being serious just made him look funnier. As long as it wasn't during a trial, Simba was always very entertaining.

"You've used that excuse many times, but as a friend, I can listen to your so-called important matter first!" Wang Chong laughed.

Simba flicked his hand, and a three-dimensional image appeared, like a vibrant sea of energy. However, the sky above the sea was covered by a dazzling light, like a seal, allowing only a faint aura to escape.

Wang Chong moved his fingers, eyeing the clown's nose with ill intent, "What are you projecting my soul sea for? The consequences of mockery can be severe."

"Ahem, am I that kind of person? Be serious, the great Clown of Fate has something important to tell you today!" Simba rolled his eyes.

Every awakened person has a soul sea, the source of soul power, which projects high-dimensional power with the human body as the axis. Of course, the soul sea is just a name; for most people, it feels like a small puddle. However, Wang Chong's soul sea, nourished by the Stone of Fate, is like a vast ocean. The Stone of Fate, however, does not belong to this world. Every world has its own order and laws, and any existence that violates these laws will be destroyed by the order's power. But the Stone of Fate is incredibly powerful, and its collision with the order's power caused an Inca tsunami. However, this collision formed a unique situation, where the two forces reached a balance within Wang Chong's body. The struggle of these forces against the tides is like a sci-fi movie.

A chaotic six-pointed star, containing the power of the law, envelops the Stone of Fate, and Wang Chong's soul sea is also affected. However, as a living being, Wang Chong's insignificant power found a glimmer of hope amidst the two opposing forces, so a crack appeared in the seal. This crack allowed Wang Chong to survive, but the amount of soul power is pitifully small.

Over the years, Wang Chong and Simba have tried various efforts. If they can't find a solution, not only will Wang Chong never become a king, but he will never be able to forge a heroic soul, and Simba will never be able to break free from the Stone of Fate and enter the real world.

"What have you thought of?" Wang Chong spent the whole year in the library, trying to find some possible methods, but he found nothing. At this level of power, not even the Heroic Soul Academy could solve it, and for safety, he dared not make a big fuss, or he would likely be dissected.

"How is your situation in the fifth dimension recently?" Simba asked.

Wang Chong smiled bitterly, "You said you wouldn't mock me, but I've lost ninety-nine times in a row. My soul power peak is only around twenty, and no matter how good the technique, I can't break through the opponent's defense."

For most people, once they ignite their soul fire, their soul power peak is at least fifty, and those with good talent can reach over a hundred.

"Hehe, did you forget about my super artifact? Using my Fate Wheel, we can change destiny!" The Clown of Fate placed his hands on his hips, his nose twitching with pride.

"You mean the Fate Wheel has absorbed enough soul essence?!" Wang Chong said with surprise.

Simba's mouth twitched, then he smiled, "Your opponents are getting weaker, and their soul essence is no longer useful. But don't worry, the great Clown of Fate has a solution. It's time to show Simba's true strength!"

"What will you have to pay for it?" Wang Chong asked after a moment of silence.

Simba laughed, "I am the great Clown of Fate, what's a little thing like this!" But his eyes darted around.

"Haha, I know, you're just afraid of having your nose pinched, learning from Ma Dong. Forget it, no rush, I just turned of age, I have plenty of time..." Suddenly, Wang Chong found he couldn't move.

Simba pulled out a wheel from his pocket, about the same size as him, and instantly the entire space turned into two colors: light and darkness. "How can you compare the great Clown of Fate to that little punk? I am the great Simba!"

The Fate Wheel is half dark like a black hole and half bright like flames. At the center is a comical clown pointer, which looks a lot like Simba, but the clown's energy is only one-third full.

Simba had said that when the clown pointer absorbs enough soul essence, it can activate a fate judgment, but it's clearly far from enough now.

"Simba, don't be reckless, we have plenty of time!" Wang Chong shouted, but his voice didn't carry.

"Hehehe, Wang Chong, let me show you the greatness of the Clown of Fate. In the name of Simba, I make this judgment: if the pointer points to light, your soul power peak will double; if it points to darkness, it will be halved!" The clown laughed brightly, his red nose proudly twitching, and he held the Fate Wheel tightly with both hands.

Wang Chong was very anxious but couldn't move at all. Halving his peak power was irrelevant to him, like a dead pig not fearing boiling water. But if it doubled, it would mean a completely different level of combat power. Wang Chong knew very well what the seal on his soul sea was, and what the cost would be.

A simple truth: to gain something, you must pay a price.

Looking at Wang Chong struggling, Simba made a big face, "Simba is very happy to be in this world and become your friend. This is Simba's birthday gift to you. Fate is a fool, let's knock it together!"

The clown pointer on the Fate Wheel spun wildly, and the entire world turned into a constant rotation of light and darkness. Gradually, the pointer slowed down, but the dark area had a stronger pull because the pointer's energy wasn't full. Sweat dripped from Simba's forehead. Just as it was about to stop on the dark side, Simba kicked it, and the pointer landed on the light side with a thud, causing the entire world to shake.

(Thank you to Deng Wei, Gudu Guai 07, Shen Zhi Yan, Hao Ran Zheng Qi, and Sha Qian Mo for your generous rewards, achieving the status of a Battle Alliance Leader. Thank you to Zhu Lian for the trident and Dark Night for achieving the status of a Battle Leader!!)

Two updates per day, I will try to fix the update times. Friends, keep an eye on the updates. New book, please collect, recommend, and click. It feels great to shout this, thank you!)

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