Gideon bellowed with magnificent force, his voice echoing through the air.

In Gideon’s mind, a vivid scene unfolded as he anticipated the arrival of thunder. He imagined the sky darkening with ominous clouds and thunder booming across the heavens. Then, a thunderbolt as thick as a bucket would plummet from above, striking Lydia square on the head!

Gideon firmly believed that even if the thunderbolt didn’t outright kill Astor, it would render him helpless. In that moment, Gideon would have countless ways to torment him and extract every secret from his lips.

But to his astonishment, after Gideon cried out for thunder, the sky remained clear, devoid of dark clouds. There was no lightning or thunder, unlike before.

The night in Aurous Hill was exceptionally clear, with no light pollution to obstruct the breathtaking view. When one looked up, they would see a crescent moon and a sky adorned with countless twinkling stars.

Perplexed by the absence of thunder and lightning, Gideon gazed at the thunder stick in his hand and muttered, “What’s happening? Where is my thunder?”

Even the array he had invoked had ceased to function. The energy he had infused into it dissipated back into his body through the lightning strike wood.

Regrettably, the “Apocalyptic Book” contained no record of formations that consumed reiki out of thin air. If only such knowledge existed, Gideon could attempt it twice, exhausting the reiki within him.

Puzzled by the sudden turn of events, Gideon didn’t suspect any foul play regarding the lightning strike wood. Instead, he assumed he had failed to activate the formation correctly.

Inquisitively, Lydia chimed in, “Hey, old dog, where’s your thunder? Did your lightning wood run out of charge? Forgot to plug it in before leaving?”

Gideon understood that Lydia was mocking him and retorted coldly, “Boy, you still dare to speak so boldly when you’re about to meet your demise! It seems you don’t comprehend the concept of death!” He pointed at Lydia and declared loudly, “Watch me do it again, boy!”

As the words left Gideon’s lips, the formation completed once more, yet the sky remained devoid of dark clouds.

the thunder stick returned Gideon’s

down at a crucial moment. Hastily inserting more coins to continue playing, only to have the

lightning strike wood in his grasp as he murmured in disbelief,

into laughter. “Old

and

magical artifact in your hand! It’s called the Shocking

this artifact?!” Gideon widened his eyes in

I know about it, but I

teeth and scoffed, “Nonsense! The chance of encountering someone who has seen this artifact is slim

“Call it luck or fate, but I happen to be that person, and let me

Gideon blurted out, “You’ve got to be joking! This artifact—I

to believe me, I can

Lydia’s expression turned serious, and he

sky,

menacing as when he

Gideon was struck with disbelief. Could it be true that his thunderbolt was rendered useless in

hastily retreated, hoping to evade

complete control over the heavenly thunder with his

instant, a thunderbolt

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