33 Risen#re - Chapter 338

Lirian placed his hands on the two sides of the man’s face as he bit down on the piece of wood.

As he did this Lirian started to look for the man’s fate string, ‘Urgh, how I wish my eyes were working, it would make this so much easier,’ Lirian complained internally as he tried to find the man’s fate string.

It took a few minutes for Lirian to find it and as he observed it, his fate string slowly started to produce a couple of strange sounds as it began to resonate with the waiter’s fate string.

And before long the resonance was identical, if a diviner, great diviner or even a fate spinner were to look at the two fate strings, they wouldn’t be able to discern the two from each other.

As this happened the waiter noticed that his new master was radiating a silver light that lit up his dark room, and behind the closed eyes of his master, he could see silver light pouring out in streams.

His master looked divine, like a god, and met with all the expectations he felt of his master from the moment he gazed upon his master’s holy figure.

When Lirian reached this point, he was able to see and understand everything the waiter thought and felt, but he didn’t care much for it, he had just finished with the easy part.

“Now bite down on that hard and don’t make a sound,” Lirian said to the waiter with a grave tone, and the waiter nodded and obeyed.

Lirian removed his hands from the waiter’s face and white light started to surround his hands, it was fate particles that were currently surrounding his hands.

With a quick movement, Lirian’s hands landed on his fate string, and an unbelievable pain started to spread throughout every inch of his body.

It was like a million needles poked into every cell of his body and started to release flesh-eating acid, a fate string was never meant to be touched.

When someone tried to touch another person’s fate string, it would appear to be the strongest and most indestructible item in existence, yet if someone touched their own fate string it would become the most delicate item in existence.

One misstep and you could sever your own fate string and that was considered a good outcome, there were a lot worse outcomes, for instance, if someone released the tension that their body naturally exuded on their fate string, they could easily unravel their entire existence.

It would be like they never existed to begin with, and the consequences of such a mistake could not be fathomed, it would cause damage to reality if the person was very old or if they had a great influence on the course of history.

Lirian controlled his fate string and slowly brought it to the waiter’s fate string and created a loop with his fate string going around the waiters, and in the next moment, he moved with delicate precision and pulled the loop closed around the waiter’s fate string.

At that moment the waiter let out a loud gasp, despite all his efforts to remain quiet he was incapable of resisting the searing pain, it was like his life was being strangled out of him, and he was being forced to drink liquid fire.

The waiter started to thrash and twist his body around, but almost instantly he felt an intense pressure push down on him and seal of his movements, despite all the pain he felt he couldn’t even let out a sound.

The pain felt like it lasted for an eternity, yet only a few seconds passed before the pain disappeared and when the waiter looked at Lirian again, he was shocked to see that he was looking at a perfect replica of himself.

Lirian heaved out a heavy breath, as sweat poured out of his body, he slowly opened his eyes, and for the first time in a while, he was able to see again.

But he wasn’t using his own eyes he was using the waiters, his name was Bell, as Lirian looked at the real Bell, he dropped to knees and kowtowed at Lirian’s feet.

“Master I have failed you,” Bell said with shame, “Allow be me to atone by taking my own life,” he said and picked up the piece of wood that was in his mouth.

He swung it straight at his throat without hesitation, much to Lirian’s horror.

Lirian promptly moved with his new body and caught Bell’s hand, before he could kill himself.

“You can kill yourself in your own time, but for as long as I am using your form you are strictly forbidden from trying to kill yourself,” Lirian ordered.

Lirian used a specialised technique, that was very difficult to perform, he was able to become another person entirely, it was a technique that could be used by anyone with an affinity for fate, but it was a very difficult technique to use.

The most important factor, was to make sure that the person you become put up no resistance, ordinarily it was an almost impossible task to perform as the only people who were likely to put up no resistance, were people who were loyal and devoted to you.

Which kind of went against the purpose of becoming someone else, since the main uses of such a skill was to infiltrate your enemy’s ranks or to gather intel.

But Lirian had found a way around it with his charm abilities, which made commoners revere him like their lord and savior, due to his charm Lirian could become anyone with ease.

The most impressive part about the skill was that, every last one of the person’s skills and abilities and memories would be made available to the caster, and they could retain it after returning to their normal form.

For instance, the waiter was good at playing the lute if Lirian didn’t already know how to play the lute, he would have just gained all the muscle memory and skill that the waiter acquired for himself over the years.

Sure while used on mortals, the skill wouldn’t give Lirian much besides his targets memories, but if he were to hone his charm and use the two skills on a god one day, in a little more than a few minutes, he would gain access to all the knowledge power and understanding of a god.

By all means, Lirian had now become the waiter named Bell, he knew and understood everything about Bell, but all good things came with a drawback.

If Bell were to die while Lirian had his fate string tied around Bells, he would die as well, because for as long as he kept his fate string tied around Bell’s fate string they were for all intents and purposes the same person.

And the other draw back was that if he maintained the connection with Bell for too long his fate string would start to leak his own memories into Bell.

While Lirian didn’t care too much about others gaining his memories, he knew just how dangerous his memories were, on one occasion his mother caught a glimpse of a battle he had against thousands of immortals.

All she saw was a glimpse of the laws and it almost shattered her mind and left her incapable of even walking straight.

And his mother was the empress with her saint powers in the immortal grade while only her mana remained as a seventh-grade mortal.

She was someone who stood at the pique of the mortal realm, yet she couldn’t handle a few seconds, if the ordinary waiter, were to glimpse such powers he’d be deader than dead and so would Lirian for as long as they remained connected.