Chaos and Order - A Multiverse Fanfic

C48: Cersei's Advice and Selena's Warning

Kai was lying on the hard, cemented floor for over an hour now.

Then he sat up.

Kai reached out into his Inventory, taking out the Book. The runic title over it glistened silver under the dim candlelight.

"Come out, Petyr," Kai commanded.

Petyr's blurry figure came out of the body. He looked around before bowing.

When he disappeared, Kai opened the page, having Cersei's tale, The Lioness of Casterly Rock.

After his last Blood Prophecy failed, Kai had no time to do it again. Its use would leave him powerless for some time, he was aware. But with his increased HP, Kai wanted to check if the Act would reveal something more to him.

Kai used the Primordial Theater Skill, imbuing life into the tale.

The surroundings darkened as the smoky veil parted and Cersei walked out.

As always, she looked lovely and cunning. She didn't look at him, though. Her head bobbed around, inspecting her surroundings.

"It's better," Cersei talked to herself, looking down at her naked feet.

Kai hadn't taken her out to listen to her mumblings. "Blood..." he had but just said the word when Cersei's sharp, sweet voice cut him off.

"We must talk," she said, looking at him.

She blushed slightly when her eyes descended on him, Kai noticed. Nonetheless, she had a finality in her tone that he didn't like.

"What is it?" Kai asked flatly. "I am pressed for time if you don't know."

"I know enough," Cersei said, looking all over the ground in search of something to sit on. But there was nothing. She pressed her mouth into a thin line and sat down in front of Kai, crossing her legs on the hard ground.

"Go on, then," Kai said, impatiently. "The homeowner would come anytime now."

"This is home? Heh!" Cersei sneered, running a finger on the dirty floor.

Kai was almost at his limit. One more useless word out of her mouth, and no matter how much he would dislike it, he would use the Blood Prophecy.

"It is about your Luck," Cersei finally said gravely. "I have been thinking..."

"My Luck?" Kai said, astonishingly, cutting her off. "You can think? Even when you are not out?"

Cersei visibly fumed. "Have you ever wondered why its value is so low?" she asked, ignoring Kai's condemning gaze. "I listened your conversation with Petyr. An average Contestant's Luck is around 10, no? Even if you were unlucky, your Luck should have been above 6 or 7. With the value of 2, it isn't a stroke of luck anymore but misfortune."

The answer was plain. Kai never wondered.

He had always considered himself unlucky. No man, or a boy, would consider himself lucky after what had happened with his parents.

A disappeared father, a murdered mother, and two years of running, hiding, and killing had made Kai forget about his luck, to begin with. It had become something that was there, but he just didn't care about it.

That's why when he saw his Luck Stat initially, Kai had cursed, but had blamed no one but himself.

It was something he would manage like he always had. Only recently he had related it to something external, but even that was momentary.

It is just running away from reality by blaming others for my luck, Kai had thought.

Cersei's words were like a hammer, nailing a thought Kai had been trying to pull out of himself.