Chapter 4, The Wheel of Fortune

Are you saying that the essence of the souls absorbed by the Wheel of Life is already sufficient?" Wang Chong said in surprise

Simba smiled and said, "I am the great jester of fate, what is this little matter!" However, the jester's eyes were very flickering

Generally, as long as one ignites the Soul Fire, the peak soul power is at least above 50, and those with good talent can reach above 100

Wang Chong moved his fingers, maliciously staring at the clown's nose, "What are you projecting into my soul sea again? The consequences of mockery can be quite severe"

Ahem, am I that kind of person? Be a little serious, the great jester of life has something very important to tell you!" Simba rolled his eyes.

The wheel of fate has a feeling that is half as dark as a black hole and half as bright as a flame, with a comical clown pointer at the axis... It really does resemble Simba quite a bit, except the clown's energy is only one-third.

Haha, I understand now. You must be trying to fool me because you are afraid of pinching your nose. Why imitate anyone else? Why not imitate Ma Dong? Forget it, there is no rush. I have just turned eighteen, and there is plenty of time... Suddenly, Wang Chong realized that he could not move his body.

The playful clown Simba descended from the sky on a rainbow, spinning in mid-air, preparing for an elegant landing, but he landed rather unsteadily, ending up in a squatting position on the ground.

The chaotic hexagram, imbued with the power of laws, enveloped the Stone of Destiny, inadvertently affecting Wang Chong's soul sea as well. However, Wang Zheng is a living being, and under the confrontation of the two forces, his insignificant power resembled a small blade of grass finding a glimmer of life in a crevice of stone. Thus, a crack appeared in the seal, allowing Wang Chong to survive, though this fragment of soul power was indeed pitifully meager.

How have you been doing in the fifth dimension recently?" Simba asked

The so-called games of the jester of life are bizarre and varied. In the first five years, there are all sorts of eccentric training, including beast language and a hodgepodge of cultural heritage from a bygone era. In the latter five years, the jester of life transforms into various monsters and engages in endless antics with Wang Zhong, euphemistically referred to as the transformation party. Of course, there are always bets involved, ensuring that Wang Zhong's dreams are never lonely.

Wang Chong was very anxious, but he couldn't move at all. A halving of the peak was completely irrelevant to him; a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water. However, if it were to double, it would mean that his combat power would become entirely different. Yet, Wang Chong was very clear about what was sealing his sea of fate. What kind of price would this require?

With a flick of Simba's hand, a three-dimensional image appeared, resembling a vibrant sea of energy in a state of vapor. However, the air above this sea was shrouded in a stunning brilliance, akin to a seal, from which only a faint breath could emanate.

Simba instinctively shrank back and said, "Ahem, little brat, a playful clown does not default on debts, but we have more important matters to discuss today." Simba spoke earnestly, yet the more serious a clown appeared, the funnier it became. As long as it wasn't during a trial, Simba was always very entertaining and amusing

"Mehahaha, Wang Chong, let me show you the greatness of the power of playful life. In the name of Simba, make a judgment. If the pointer points to light, your soul power peak will double; if it points to darkness, your soul power peak will be halved!" The clown laughed brightly, his red nose proudly shaking, his hands tightly gripping the playful life roulette.

Wang Chong forced a smile and said, "You still claim not to be sarcastic. I have suffered ninety-nine consecutive defeats, and my soul power peak is only around twenty. No matter how good the techniques are, they are of no use; I simply cannot break through my opponent's defenses."

Today is my coming-of-age birthday. It would be one thing to not have a birthday gift, but to actually forget it is unacceptable. Come here, you lost yesterday, let me pinch your nose, and don't try to weasel out of it!" Wang Chong waved at Xin Ba with a smile. Over the past ten years, it has been because of Xin Ba that he has been able to survive and persist in living.

"You have used this trick many times already, but as a buddy, I can listen to what you call an important matter first!" Wang Chong said with a smile

"Hehe, have you forgotten my super artifact? By using my whimsical wheel of fate, you can unlock destiny!" The whimsical jester stood with hands on hips, his nose twitching with great pride

"What price are you willing to pay?" After a moment of silence, Wang Chong suddenly asked

Every awakened individual possesses a Soul Sea, which serves as the source of soul power. It projects high-dimensional forces around the human body as its axis. However, the term "Soul Sea" is merely a designation; for the average person, it is akin to a small puddle. In contrast, Wang Chong's Soul Sea, nourished by the Fate Stone, is indeed like a vast ocean. Yet, the Fate Stone does not belong to this world; every world has its own order and laws. Any existence that violates these laws will be forcibly destroyed by the power of order. Nevertheless, the Fate Stone is unimaginably powerful, and the collision between the power of order and the Fate Stone triggered an Incan tsunami, which, in a remarkable twist, resulted in the current situation. These two forces have achieved a balance within Wang Chong's body, yet the sealed power contends against the tides like a scene from a science fiction blockbuster.

Simba took out a roulette wheel that was about the same size as him from his pocket, and instantly the entire space transformed into two colors: light and darkness. "How can you compare the great jester of fate with that little punk? I am the great Simba!"

In recent years, Wang Zhong and Xin Ba have made various efforts; if they cannot find a way, not to mention the path to becoming a king, Wang Zhong will never be able to forge a heroic spirit, and Xin Ba will be unable to realize his wish to break free from the shackles of fate and descend into the real world

What are you thinking? Wang Chong spent an entire year immersed in the library, attempting to find some possible methods, yet he achieved nothing. Given this level of power hierarchy, it is unlikely that anyone, let alone the Soul Academy, could resolve it. Moreover, for the sake of safety, he did not dare to speak out loudly; otherwise, there was a high probability he would be dissected.

A simple principle is that in order to gain, one must be willing to give.

Simba's mouth twitched, and he then revealed a smile, "Your opponents are becoming weaker and weaker; their souls have lost their essence and are of little use now. But it doesn't matter, the great trickster has a way. It is time to showcase Simba's true strength"

Initially, Xinba mentioned that when the Pointer Clown absorbs enough essence of souls, it can initiate a fate judgment, but now it is clear that there is still a significant shortfall

"Xinba, don't act recklessly, we have plenty of time!" Wang Chong shouted, but his voice could not be transmitted at all

The jester's pointer on the wheel of fate spun wildly as if it had been electrified, transforming the entire world into a blur of darkness and light in constant rotation. Gradually, the jester's pointer began to slow down, yet the pull of the dark area was evidently stronger, as the pointer's energy had not been fully charged. Beads of sweat dripped down Simba's forehead, and just as it seemed the pointer would stop in the darkness, Simba suddenly kicked out, causing the pointer to clatter and settle in the light area. The entire world jolted abruptly. However, the attraction of the dark area was still more potent, as the pointer's energy remained unfulfilled. Sweat continued to fall from Simba's forehead, and just as it appeared the pointer would halt in the darkness, Simba kicked out once more, and the pointer clattered to a stop in the light area, causing the world to shake violently.

"Wang Chong, why are you so late today!" The clown floated in the air, spinning around, dancing with exuberance

Looking at Wang Chong, who was struggling desperately, Simba made a big grimace while holding his own face. "Simba is very happy to come to this world and become friends with you. This is the birthday gift Simba gives you. Fate is just a club; let us joyfully strike it together"