EFB Chapter 59 Divine Grace
Chapter 59 Divine Grace
Vijay leaned against the wall and closed his eyes again, but this time, he couldn't calm down for a long time.
His mind began to involuntarily replay everything that had happened that day.
Scene after scene flashed clearly before my eyes.
Slowly, Vijay's brow furrowed more and more; he sensed a hint of danger in these images!
Have I been getting a little too cocky lately?
When did it start?
After he tricked Roshman and the Brahma priests into abandoning their plans to persecute him and instead supporting his efforts to integrate the caravans?
The curse was lifted, and the territory was temporarily saved. After that, it seemed that there was no longer any sense of crisis like having a knife to one's throat!
Even the eerie and bewitching evil spirits in the Valley of Death couldn't make him truly feel the threat of death.
Even when the entire army was wiped out, his only thought was to escape alone and get away unscathed?
When exactly did I start having this feeling that I'm not going to die?
Especially after the caravan set off, it was as if they were set free!
Vijay was reflecting deeply on everything that had happened recently!
Today's incident served as a harsh wake-up call for him.
He could have handled it much better.
It's entirely possible to save lives without ending up in jail yourself!
They could have been more tactful, preserving the Kshatriya's face while saving the person, without escalating to the point of violence.
My mindset has changed!
Vijay summarized that, after all, he had the system with him and still had 2 talent points. He just needed to add 2 points to 'Body Tempering Technique 0/5'!
Then at the very least, I can reach the martial prowess of Mahayoda, which is the realm of a warrior!
Back then, you could either force a prison break or fight your way out of the city.
But what would be the consequences of doing that?
It was a complete enemy of the city of Suryapuri, and it stood in opposition to the rules within the territory ruled by Brahma.
In that case, what difference would it make from his initial refusal to go to the Eastern trade route, his refusal to hand over all his secrets, and his open defiance of Roshman and the Brahma priests?
It's easy to imagine that this will only lead them to a dead end!
Just as he had thought before, once he was freed from the ties of territory and Mittal Vijay, could he still truly please himself?
Thinking of this, the restless, impulsive, and violent anger in Vijay's heart gradually dissipated.
He slowly adjusted his posture, sitting cross-legged, closed his eyes, and for the first time since his transmigration, he silently recited prayers in his heart, praying to Shiva, Brahma, and all the gods, just as Mithar Vijaya had repeated thousands of times!
It's not about praying for escape, but about reflecting on yourself and calming your mind.
After he finished praying, he felt as if a gentle breeze had blown away the gloomy feeling in his heart, and his mind became much clearer.
Vijay leaned against the cold stone wall, his mind gradually relaxing, and fatigue washed over him like a tide.
He drifted off to sleep without realizing it.
But it was exactly the same as when I took a nap at the Royal Hotel this morning!
As soon as he fell asleep, his consciousness immediately left his body and entered that mysterious ancestral illusion once again.
The scene is no longer the square of the holy city or the courtyard of the hotel.
It's this prison cell!
Dark, cramped, damp, and foul-smelling.
The walls are exactly the same, the railings are exactly the same, and the windows are exactly the same.
In the center of the image is a young man who bears a striking resemblance to Vijay.
They were locked in the same cell!
He writhed and struggled in agony in his cell, as if he were having an extremely terrifying nightmare.
Our ancestor was drenched in sweat, his clothes were soaked through, and he looked as if he had been pulled out of the water. He was so hot that he was almost going crazy!
Finally, he almost frantically stripped off all his clothes before he could barely calm down.
Upon waking, the ancestor was pale, with empty eyes, and kept muttering to himself, as if he were praying, confessing, or telling some earth-shattering secret.
Vijay wanted to hear those words clearly.
No matter how hard he tried, the sounds were blurry, broken, and indistinct.
He could only vaguely make out two fragmented words: "God...given".
A gift from God? What did God give?
Is it the divine grace of the Mittal family?
Here? In this dilapidated prison cell?
Just then, Vijay saw his ancestor struggle to crawl to the ground near the cell door, one hand covering his head, and the other hand seemingly carving deep marks into the hard soil and straw with something!
The scene abruptly shattered at this point.
"Well!"
Vijay was jolted awake from his deep sleep, gasping for breath, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
The cell remained pitch black, with only a faint sliver of nightlight filtering through a small window.
The previous commotion had subsided, and most of the prisoners had fallen asleep, leaving only the sound of snoring.
That hallucination just now...
Vijay's heart was pounding.
He sprang up from the ground almost instantly, so fast that the two Shudra servants who were loyal to him trembled and were also startled awake, looking at their master in bewilderment.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Vijay ignored them.
His eyes were fixed on the spot he saw in the illusion!
Near the cell door, the ground below the corner of the wall was covered with a thick layer of straw.
That's where our ancestors left their marks!
Vijay strode over.
One of the prisoners who had been lying in that spot suddenly woke up. When he saw Vijay rushing towards him menacingly, he was terrified and immediately curled up into a ball, scrambling to the side, trembling all over, not daring to put up the slightest resistance.
Vijay completely ignored him.
He crouched down, stretched out his hands, and frantically dug away the foul-smelling straw on the ground.
The damp, hard soil underneath was exposed.
Then, faint engravings suddenly appeared before his eyes!
really have!
Our ancestors really did leave traces here!
Vijay's heart was pounding in his throat.
He held his breath, lowered his head, and stared intently at the engraving in the dim, almost invisible light.
It was a very simple set of patterns, yet full of meaning:
A towering mountain, a small temple, and a peculiar symbol.
That symbol!
Vijay was startled after just one glance.
This symbol is exactly the same as the one on the mysterious round plaque he kept close to his body!
In an instant, countless clues collided and connected wildly in his mind.
Vijay's fingers trembled slightly as he continued to gently brush across the soil beside the pattern.
Beside the pattern are several more hastily written characters, clearly carved by the ancestors in a state of extreme weakness and panic.
The handwriting is blurry, but still legible.
Vijay read through the words one by one.
Finally, he saw those three words clearly.
Spring rain grass.