Chapter 1314: Miracles Are Only For A Moment

Previously, Jasmine enjoyed the gazes from the men, but now, all that

was left was anxiety and horror.

She hastened her footsteps again as though she was being chased by

Feysacians.

Finally, before the men could get close to her, she rushed into the

apartment and got rid of them.

Phew... The girl patted her chest and secretly decided to stay

out less at night.

Only then did she realize that extraordinary beauty had its

disadvantages.

After calming down, Jasmine went up the dimly-lit stairs to the third

floor and returned home. She used the key she carried with her to open

the door.

She carefully approached her parents' bed and used the moonlight to

examine their faces.

Compared to when she left the house not too long ago, her parents' faces

were rather ruddy. Their white hair and wrinkles had lessened

significantly, and their snoring was almost non-existent.

Their health has really been restored... Jasmine couldn't help

but smile, clearly relieved.

Sensing the commotion, her mother's eyelids twitched as she slowly

opened her eyes.

Jasmine held her breath and restrained her smile, preparing to give her

mother a surprise.

Her mother sat up and looked over, her expression suddenly becoming

extremely terrified.

"Who are you?" asked the woman with a shrill voice as she shoved her

husband forcefully.

Who am I? Jasmin was stunned by the question and didn't know

how to answer the simple question.

At that moment, her father woke up as well. He looked at the beautiful

girl in front of him with suspicion and vigilance.

"Get out! Otherwise, I'll call the police!" Jasmine's mother left the

bed and picked up a candle stand beside her, using it as a weapon.

"We don't welcome burglars." Jasmine's father rather politely issued an

order for Jasmine to leave.

He knew that he had to do his best not to pressure the burglar.

Otherwise, it easily led to extreme responses from the other party.

If not for his wife and daughter, he wasn't too afraid of fighting the

burglar. But now, his entire family was at stake.

Jasmine finally snapped out of her daze and hurriedly said, "Daddy,

Mommy, I am..."

Before she could finish her sentence, her mother started to shove her

repeatedly as she was pushed out of the room by her father.

No one cared about what she said. Under such circumstances, no one

cared.

Thud!

The door to her apartment closed before her very eyes. It left her

feeling lost and helpless.

She wanted to knock on the door and use the key she carried with her to

prove her identity, but at that moment, she heard her mother shout to a

patrolling police officer downstairs, "There's a burglar, a burglar!"

*Burglar... Daddy and Mommy don't recognize me anymore... Will they

think that I've murdered myself... Will the police believe the Fully

Automatic Wishing Machine...* Jasmine's heart tightened, and she

subconsciously decided to leave the apartment first to avoid the police.

She would then find her father and mother to explain to them carefully

at dawn and use their common memories to convince them.

Tap. Tap. Tap. She bowed her head and, under the watchful

gazes of her neighbors, walked down the stairs and rushed out of the

building.

She ran all the way to a nearby alley and avoided the approaching police

officer from the main street. Gasping for air, Jasmine stopped in her

tracks. Tears uncontrollably rolled down her face and fell to the

ground.

Suddenly, a hand reached over and covered her mouth, dragging her to a

secluded corner of the alley.

"How much? I'll pay however much it costs..." A voice filled with

drunkenness rang in Jasmine's ears. It was as if he had mistaken her for

a prostitute and could no longer resist her allure.

Jasmine tried her best to struggle, alarmed, afraid, and desperate.

Just as she was about to break down, the drunkard released his hand.

"Miss, are you alright?" A hoarse male voice sounded.

Jasmine dashed away from the drunkard before turning around to see a

police officer in a black-and-white checkered uniform.

"He... He..." As Jasmine spoke, she began to cry.

The policeman looked at her sympathetically and said, "We will take

legal action on him. However, Miss, you'll need to return to the police

station with me to record your statement."

Jasmine was in a state of extreme panic and extreme helplessness. She

subconsciously nodded.

Not long after, she sat in the police station's testimony room nearby.

Facing her was the same police officer and his colleague.

The policeman deliberated over his words and asked, "So you're telling

me, he didn't ask you if you were a prostitute, and you didn't do

anything that might come off as soliciting customers?"

He was worried that his words would hurt the beautiful girl in front of

him.

Jasmine held a coffee cup and lowered her head to take a sip.

"Yes, I just reached the alley."

"Alright, let's end it here. Miss Jasmine, can you tell us where your

house is? We will get someone to send you back." Another policeman tried

to get in her good books.

Recalling his parents' reaction and the disgusting gazes, Jasmine

couldn't help but shudder. She said in tears, "I had a quarrel with my

parents and can't return home for the time being. Perhaps you can take

me to the nearest hotel..."

At this point, she remembered that she was only left with a few pence.

There was no way she could stay in a good hotel, and the cheap motels

were practically dangerous to her.

The first policeman was taken aback.

"Okay."

On the way to the nearest hotel, the policeman hesitated several times

before finally saying, "If, I mean if---you plan on becoming a street

girl, you can come to me. There's no need for you to go through that

much effort..."

Upon hearing this, Jasmine felt on the brink of mental collapse. It was

just different from when she first saw her face after the fire.

This made her feel extremely insecure and she remained silent.

Fortunately, the police officer didn't force her and sent her to the

entrance of the nearest hotel.

"There's no need to go in with me. I'll go by myself." Jasmine rejected

the policeman's suggestion of sending her to her room.

After the police officer left, she quickly walked out of the hotel

without completing the check-in procedures.

She wanted to go to the municipal square, to the place where the Fully

Automatic Wishing Machine was to cancel her previous wish.

Such beauty was terrifying!

After taking a few steps, Jasmine removed the scarf around her shoulders

and wrapped it around her face in layers, just like how she left her

home that very night.

Back then, there were still burn scars on her face. Her missing nose and

damaged lips made her look like a devil.

When she arrived at the municipal square on a trackless carriage, she

entered the street once again and saw the brass Fully Automatic Wishing

Machine.

Jasmine's heart immediately calmed down. She quickened her pace and

arrived in front of the machine.

Then, she was at a loss. She didn't know how to cancel her last wish.

"Your first wish was a free trial, and it wasn't counted in the three

wishes. So you have one more wish." Jasmine suddenly heard Mr. Merlin

Hermes's voice.

She turned her head and saw that across the street, under the dim yellow

light of the street lamp, the magician wearing a tall hat was looking

calmly at her.

"Good, good." Jasmine hurriedly took out a copper penny and inserted it

into the Fully Automatic Wishing Machine.

"I hope my previous wish is canceled," she said with her eyes closed as

she gripped the wrench and spun it.

Tak!

She heard the dull thud once again.

When she opened her eyes, she rushed to a nearby shop. She stopped in

front of the glass window and removed the scarf wrapped around her face.

She saw herself again. She was no longer a pretty girl.

Jasmine instantly relaxed, and instinctively turned her head to look at

the Fully Automatic Wishing Machine, but found that it had disappeared

along with Mr. Merlin Hermes.

"Praise the Lady. Thank you, Mr. Hermes." Jasmine sincerely tapped her

chest four times in a clockwise manner.

She used her last copper penny to head home on a trackless public

carriage.

Along the way, no one gave up their seats to her.

When her figure vanished from the street, Klein appeared again, holding

a silver mirror with ancient patterns.

"Great Master, why didn't you add the line that 'excessive greed will

only turn something good into something bad' or 'wishes always have a

price?' This will make the whole matter seem even more philosophical. It

will be elevated into a fable." On the surface of the mirror, silver

words appeared.

Klein smiled and said, "The biggest problem was that I couldn't use

normal methods to satisfy her 'extremely, extremely, extremely

beautiful' wish. Lie can only adjust her looks to a certain extent.

"Therefore, I had no choice but to use one of the effects of a Sealed

Artifact that originated from a Demoness to 'Graft' it onto her. That

resulted in her stunning beauty and terrifying charm. This made the

surrounding men unable to resist her."

The Sealed Artifact belonged to Xio, a relic of Demoness Shermane.

Due to a problem with Xio's storage abilities, Shermane's Beyonder

characteristic fused with the box containing it, becoming a Sealed

Artifact with shockingly negative effects. This caused Xio's younger

brother to look at the box strangely.

In order to resolve this problem, Xio made a wish for Mr. Fool to seal

the item for her.

After saying that casually, Klein looked at the magic mirror.

"Arrodes, are you consoling me?"

"No, the main problem was that she's too greedy. If she only wanted to

become beautiful and didn't add so many 'extremely's to the wish, then

the result would've been pretty good." On the surface of the mirror,

silver words quickly appeared.

"Indeed. That will be within the extent that can be achieved by Lie."

Klein nodded and said to Arrodes, "Lie's adjustments can indeed be

permanent, but it's a structure that is ultimately different from the

original muscles, skin, and bone structure. After more than a decade,

when she's gradually showing signs of age, the adjustments and the

differences will slowly magnify, making her face appear rather strange

and stiff. That can only be fixed periodically by becoming a Faceless."

Having said that, Klein smiled and shook his head.

"A lie is ultimately a lie."

Then, he walked towards the other end of the street and continued,

"Besides, even if she really becomes beautiful, it's still uncertain

whether she will lead a better life in the future. It's true that beauty

allows her to obtain a lot of resources and allow her to marry a

'prince.' However, her personal upbringing, character, and knowledge are

unlikely to support such a lifestyle.

"Yes, I can't rule out the possibility that she's good at studying,

being capable of using all kinds of experience to fully enrich herself,

and ultimately direct herself to possibly having a good life. However,

that's a whole other story.

"Heh heh, miracles are only for a moment, but fate is often a

long-lasting event."

In the conversation with Arrodes, Klein gradually vanished from the end

of the street.

His understanding of Miracle Invoker had deepened again.

After returning to her family apartment, Jasmine didn't attempt to open

the door. She used a lot of courage to knock on the door.

The door opened and her mother appeared in front of her.

"Oh, you're finally back." Her mother first heaved a sigh of relief,

then asked in an abnormally horrified manner, "Y-your face?"

Jasmine forced a smile and said, "I've been cured, by a mister who's

good at creating miracles.

"Mr. Fully Automatic Wishing Machine."

Just as her parents suspected that their daughter had been influenced by

demons, a few policemen in black-and-white checkered uniforms walked up

the stairs and came over.

Leading the policemen was a lady. She had light blue eyes and a smile

that quietened others.

"Miss Jasmine, we have some questions for you," the lady said politely.