The Cycle of Fate

Chapter 7: Attempt

The night was deep, and everyone was silent.

Once again, Lumian woke up in his dream, and the first thing that caught his eye was a faint gray mist.

Instinctively, he raised his hand and inserted it into his pocket. The cold, hard touch of metal immediately reached his mind.

He took out the item he touched, and a glimmer of gold lit up his eyes.

It was a gold coin.

A Louis d'or.

"It's still here..." Lumian sat up and looked down at himself.

He was still wearing the cotton clothes, pants, and leather jacket from his last exploration. The nearly two-meter-long steel fork and sharp, iron-black axe were within arm's reach. This was exactly the same state as when he left the dream.

"This means the dream is progressing and doesn't reset each time I enter..." Lumian played with the Louis d'or for a moment before putting it back into the pocket of his inner cotton clothes. Although it couldn't be taken into reality, just seeing it lifted his spirits.

Lumian turned over and got out of bed, looking out the window to confirm that the ruins and the crimson mountain had not changed significantly.

He picked up the axe and steel fork, left his room, and entered the dim corridor.

Aurore's bedroom and study remained open.

Lumian glanced at them and suddenly had an idea:

"In the dream, my room corresponds almost exactly to reality, everything is there. Aurore's room seems the same at first glance.

"So, could I find her witchcraft notes, potion recipes, or ways to become a wizard in her bedroom?"

This thought was like the whisper of a devil, making Lumian's heart race with the desire to try.

Compared to exploring the unknown, dangerous, mysterious, and strange ruins, rummaging through Aurore's room was a much easier and safer choice.

No, no! Lumian shook his head violently, throwing the idea aside.

He would rather take risks than invade Aurore's privacy. Without her permission, he wouldn't rummage through her bedroom.

This was out of respect for Aurore.

Without Aurore, he would have died five years ago as a homeless child.

Lumian painfully withdrew his gaze and walked towards the stairs.

If it had been anyone other than Aurore, he would have already started searching for useful information in their room.

After descending the stairs, Lumian didn't rush outside but instead checked the kitchen supplies.

Aurore's stocks of olive oil, corn oil, and animal fats were neatly arranged in barrels and jars, just like in reality.

Almost instinctively, Lumian first took the barrel of corn oil and placed it beside the stove. His only reason for this choice was that animal fats and olive oil were more expensive.

Then, he skillfully used coal and wood to light a fire in the stove and made a few torches to be lit later.

This was preparation for burning the monster.

Of course, if another method could solve the problem, that would be better. This was a last resort.

Having completed these tasks, he picked up his axe, opened the door, and stepped outside.