The Cursed Gamer, Book 3

394: La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Chapter 394: La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

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Discerning the strongest between two Abstracts of different Classes was easy, however, doing the same for Abstracts of the same Class was quite hard, if not outright impossible.

A lower-class Abstract may say, "But isn't The Buddha the strongest? He plays the role of the leader of all of us, after all."

If a higher class Abstract heard that, they would either laugh or growl in anger. The Buddha was the Balance; he was the embodiment of stasis. Someone who represented balance could never be the strongest. However, it was true that his power would usually allow him to beat any other Class-1 besides him. Yet, that didn't make him the strongest.

In fact, none in Class-1 could say they were stronger than the other. If so, how did Death claim her sister was stronger than herself? While Death herself didn't flinch to remove Fate's blessing from Neji, implying she didn't fear a clash with the forces of fate and destiny.

Didn't that inevitably mean Lady Life was stronger than Death and Fate, which should be relative to the other Class-1s, therefore making Life the strongest of the Class-1s?

At least, that's what Lady Luck thought when she was looking at the future, despite being under suppressing effects. She only gave this a thought because she knew she was going to end up here, at Suratrat, and wanted to know about one of the many cellmates she would find here.

As she expected back then, she indeed did meet the legendary Abstract here. She had met her before, it wasn't their first time meeting, but it devastated her when she saw what state Lady Life was in.

"Ha ha..."

The woman gave a low chuckle as she stared back at Lady Luck, her green lips crooking up in a darkly amused smile.

"So how did you end up here, Luki? I would think your sister would keep you safe at any rate."

Chained against the dirty wet wall, the woman who spoke was wearing dirty brown robes that were once white. Her green hair had dirt on it, as did most of her form. Her hands were tied up on the wall, which looked like mere cement but was much more than that.

Suratrat had twelve levels. As top-class Abstracts, these two girls were on the lowest level. The twelfth floor was damp sometimes; super-hot some other times, currently holding just the two of them here. In the past other Abstracts have been here, but now they weren't. Sadly, it wasn't that they had been freed – instead, their powers have been absorbed over time by the prison, and then given birth to a new abstract of the same authority, thereby killing the old one.

It seemed Lady Life was not far from that fate. A few more years, and she may fall for the same fate, having all her existence sucked to give birth to a new her, with no prior memories. This was the true reason why this prison existed.

In fact, Lady Luck had heard rumors that said Lady Life should have died a long time ago. It's because she had authority over 'life' that she hadn't died yet, even if that authority was heavily suppressed right now.

Currently, Lady Life was in a cell that was opposite Lady Luck's own. Instead of iron bars, it had near-invisible glass that was in its front. It was a barrier that wouldn't be easy to break for Luck even in her full strength, let alone right now as the prison cuffs were wrapped around her wrists and ankle. These cuffs felt as heavy as a multiverse, holding her down and sucking her powers at the same time.

At least she wasn't a Loli anymore, as the other previous suppressions were lifted. She had returned to her proper form, tall and curvy,

Lady Luck returned a smile, though not as stretched as Life's. She gave a simple polite smile, chuckling.