Chapter 25 - Impossible Fight Part Three: Fortune, The Goddess Of Luck

MF might plan for everything, she was that paranoid, but did she plan for a space bending Primordial coming to save Elon?

The answer was no.

But countless species of living beings in all kinds of forms did survive a threshold of life and death by adapting to the doomsday. There was no brain cell that was inactive in calculating in her brain. Every reality passing, she was searching for an answer.

Then, a jolt of light that was out of this world forced her to blink in this important time. She quickly opened her eyes right after, only to find herself laying down on a murky water where one couldn't even drown and sink.

Darkness stretched in perpetuity, the sensation of cold now came to her to run a marathon on every inch of her skin. She stood, and while she beheld the emptiness, she used her Controlled Cancer Instant Expansion to make up some of her lost limbs meat volume before turning it as a material for her arms regeneration. Saving a lot of energy.

"Where am I?"

A 'plup' sound could be heard escalating loud, as if a humanoid being was approaching through the anti-sink murky water. Step by step, MF perceived a tall lady in a business suit with a tie burning blue. Slick puffy silvery golden hair with sharp flat bangs, blue gaze, and lips that gave off an unsatisfactory emotion.

Standing 2.5 meters in height, she looked down upon the devil before giving a Glasgow smile. A snip from her finger summoned a chair and a table like those akin to an interview.

The giant lady gestured MF to sit down, she walked a couple of steps away from the table, then abruptly turned with an open arm. Her long hair followed her movement, then a giant portal that shows your situation from a third point of view appeared.

From a feracious open arm into one of the hands placed into her chest, the lady bowed.

"I'm the lady, the lice who lowers the likelihood of life's lotto's loss for the lazy." She then gave a wink. "F-O-R-T-U-N-E, is the name for this majestic someone. Fufufu, Indeed, a rather pleasant sight of me seeing you whom I truly accused of triggering the 'Necrosis' of my chosen champion. Isn't that right? MFX90?"

MF heart sank, her guts felt heavy with the word that stung into her mind—but this is not the time to be confused. In fact, she was interested in what this entity truly was.

"Where is this? What happened outside?"

"You're in my private realm, time passes slower on the outside, feel free to waste a month here and it will only take a single breath on your world." She chuckled. "Your breath, that is."

Playing along, MF repeatedly prod her temple before giving her sentences. "Urgh, let me guess, you're that brat guardian whom I killed, yes?"

Fortune shrugged. "It was more of a patron, my love. Truly, I still have a vacant seat left for my blessings."

"Meaning?"

The lady's pupils shrank, her smile was wide but not the kindest. "I'm offering you a chance to haggle with me, everything, I'm greatly expecting the best offer from someone who could pass the second layer of my revelation."

In just a second, MF knew what was happening.

'A recruitment, no, it was a dishonest scheme. By offering the best chance a person could ever get, there will be another one with a requirement to trap the fly into a losing pact,' MF thought.

Fortune, she might be a higher entity, a god, and devil for all care in the world. Swindling the one with a dimming heart, they seek nothing but entertainment and failure of those who try hard, using them all for the being's own good.

'A deal with a devil, huh, I'll show you who's the real devil.'

Firstly, she needed to know if the entity could read her mind. "You want me to haggle with you?"

"Indeed, mutualism, something that will benefit both of us." She giggled. "Especially if you want to strive for my blessings."

"That is a cheap dime for what I've got to offer."

The tepid smile sunk into frown, a really bad one. "Insolent, arrogant, prick. So you feel like you're the top of the world, huh? A rancid fever must be swirling inside your tiny skull with stupidity ever so increasing."

"I haven't said anything yet." MF put a smug smile. "How do you even know if my offer is as feeble as your blessings?"

"Bitch, my blessing can let you turn a mountain upside down without even lifting a finger! my blessing could slap 'death' like a fly with a swatter and two thousands fans to keep it at bay! my blessing could even defy those what you mortal called 'fate' with just words and intention!

"There is no such thing that was as grandiose as a life winning cheat sheet that I'm willing to give to someone like you, a mortal with lumpy rotten flesh, so vile and distressing so badly it's infuriating."

'Bingo!' A ding in MF's head, Fortune couldn't read mind. The hyaenidae purposely tried to trigger the arrogant goddess to see if she could see the truth in her word and her mind. Fortune might be playing along but not even gods could act out their vile temperament.

The reason why MF didn't want the blessing was because it mocks her in any worse way possible. It mocked her hard work to stay alive for 3000 years. It derided the meaning of the hundred times more than normal effort she put into something. Not only that it was sickening, it boils MF brain.

'I want to kill this goddess so bad.'

MF climbed to the table to lean sideways, putting a checkmark finger-gesture to support her chin. "It's not an ordinary offer. No! It was an ambrosia for those of you who like to talk! The talk! And let the apple be dropped with no way of catching it."

"Meaning?" Fortune furled her eyebrow.

"It means that I will forgive you out of all arrogant assholes."

"Insolent!"

"Hush~" MF slid forward off the table, meeting the ground with two feet connected. Humming, mocking the goddess in the most irritating way possible as she started to sing and exaggeratingly dance and pose in a roundabout with the confused goddess as the center gear. "I'll tell you all of my plan in a nursery rhyme~

"There was a young and little mary, together with her lamb. Selling candies throughout all of the city, to all of wonderland~

"Their candies were poisonous and rotten, ohh horrible. They want everything alive and dead to be utterly forgotten~

"Then they met the lady, the lame, the liability to the living that isn't lazy~

"They pick a knife, sleep all the night, then they dream of the grandiose that all should be be wary~" MF then stopped in her track. "They want to hurl the blade into the gods, living or dead, without being hasty."

"So you want to kill us?" The lady looked unamused, folding her hands before a chuckle slipped from her lips. "Pfft! Ah, what a grandiose fantasy."

"Exactly."

"You have the guts to not only mock and insult a higher being, but also saying that you will be above as if I can't just tamper with your fate already." Fortune rolled her eyes, shaking her head before summoning a chair big enough to withstand her. "Then so be it."

"It will not be a haggle, but a bet. Give me 1000 years, or maybe less. I'll be standing near the higher realm and by then, I'll make sure I'll be generous to you, my dear Fortune."

"You're awfully confident for a mortal." A genuine smile was etched on the lady's face, so curious with the excitement. MF might speak hubris but there was a legend that 'to become a god, one must oppose and make them stand in the same platform as the other higher entity.'

Then a fear suddenly struck her guts. 'This mortal, why do I sense something dreadful from her?'

MF opened her arms in an abrasive manner. "Those times might be feeble for you, by then I would already be something worthy to strike the real deal with you. Though if I may be curious." She then showed Fortune her widest smile. "What does it feel to be a god?"

As a reply to MF's charismatic smile, Fortune put a wider one that forcefully made her eyes squint.

"A bliss."