Chapter 197 A Story 2
After a day of adaptation, my excitement gradually faded, and I began to think about why I got these extraordinary powers after sleeping. I know that to have these powers, you need to drink potions, but I don’t seem to have experienced this process. Maybe something happened after I got drunk. I was a little flustered. I began to eavesdrop on what happened at the party last night, but everyone avoided this question. Whenever I asked about the cocktail party on that day, Mr. Luo and Sir Kukudic would always change the topic, which made me feel that what happened that night was not simple.
Seeing this, Camus put down the book and tapped his brows with his fingers. Maybe he could get some information about the Dark Raven Organization from Moshi’s book. This organization seems to have infiltrated the aristocratic group and the business class at least.
"I have to keep reading. Why did Moshi leave the book to me and was so anxious? Did he just want to know these things for himself?" As Camus' thoughts rolled, he was sure that Moshi must have hidden some secrets in the book.
I found that everyone was avoiding the question about the cocktail party, and I found that I couldn't leave this manor at all. When I asked to leave here, Sir Kukudic kept me on the grounds of entering the Autumn City Law University. He told me that he would arrange for me to enroll as soon as possible, but I didn't want to stay in this place at all.
"Not stupid... At least you used your brain and knew to leave here." Camus complained slightly. He only saw Moshi's most rational approach now, and it seemed too late.
On June 21, 279 of Draf, I was sure that I was imprisoned. The people of Kukudiqi were guarding outside my door. They looked very powerful. My heart told me that I could not beat them. I was very anxious. Fortunately, they only imprisoned me and did not make any moves. Until the evening, I welcomed an extremely powerful visitor, a visitor I could not imagine, a visitor who came from a dream. He was shrouded in black fog and could not be seen clearly. His voice sounded like a middle-aged man. From his description, I knew why I got extraordinary power. The so-called mutual aid association was a complete scam. This manor was also the base of the Dark Crow, the base of the Dark Crow believers in Autumn City, and the so-called mutual aid association was the cradle for them to cultivate the offspring of the evil god. And I was the carrier planted with the flesh and blood of the evil god, a pathetic carrier.
I collapsed instantly after hearing the news. I cried, twisted, and crazy in my dream. My heart gradually twisted, and something happened to my heart. Struggling faces appeared outside my heart. They all madly transmitted a thought to me, "Eat everything." I gradually twisted and lost my mind, until this person covered in black mist took out a syringe from his body, a syringe with some strange words and patterns. He inserted the syringe into my heart, and the crazy thoughts in my body gradually disappeared. I regained my sanity. After that, the black-robed man told me that because he was a nightmare, he could suppress the power of the evil god in the dream, but the heart of the evil god was still in my real body. If I want to regain some sanity, I must use this syringe to absorb the power of the heart.
He warned me that this is a seal. If I want to destroy this evil god, I need an opportunity, a weak period of body exchange. When my soul is destroyed, it is also the key moment for the evil god to revive. This seal requires a certain amount of energy, and he needs to accumulate strength.
The person shrouded in the black fog told me that this thing is called "Eternal", which can absorb the host's blood, stimulate the host's potential and make the host stronger.
"This is the thing. Didn't Fiona say that she found it in the Gold Coast? Is all this a conspiracy?" Camus felt a chill on his back. He suddenly felt that this sealed object contained a shocking conspiracy. Moshi must be conveying something to him, and this so-called person shrouded in black fog must be an extremely powerful extraordinary person. The other party is the evil god, an extremely powerful evil god. This person can actually suppress the evil god in a dream, which is terrible.
Draf 279, June 22, I woke up the next morning, and a box appeared beside me. I saw this thing in the morning sunlight, a syringe with some weird words and patterns. All this is true. Last night's dream was true, it was true. I was very surprised and terrified. I suddenly became afraid of the extraordinary world. I began to think about my future. I knew that I was finished this time, completely finished. What a terrible name "evil god" is.
Just when I was confused and frightened, I suddenly saw the syringe next to me. This syringe was different from what I saw last night. A thin layer of blood appeared inside it. The blood was shining brightly in the sun, which was both beautiful and dangerous.
I thought a lot. I knew I had no way out. I didn't completely believe in the Black Mist Man, but this syringe would be the key weapon for me to change the situation.
On June 23, 279 of Draf, I stayed in the house for a day. During this day, I found that my heart became piercing, and a strong thought affected me. Although I knew little about the extraordinary world, I knew that I had to do something to save myself. I placed my hope on this strange syringe. According to the Black Mist Man, I needed a lot of hosts and a lot of blood.
After a day of planning, I opened the room for the first time. I found Sir Kukudic who was drinking black tea. I told him that I needed food and a lot of blood. I knew it was very dangerous, but I didn't have time. The monster in my body would not give me time. Kukudic knew that I needed blood and food and was very excited. He took me to a basement full of blood and meat. I saw a human head in the rolling blood pool. I instantly realized what was inside. From Kukudic's description, he told me that every descendant of the evil god needs a strong energy supply, which they have prepared long ago.
God, I was scared. Could it be that there are more than one descendant of the evil god? How could a normal person eat these things? Until the sound of the door closing woke me up, I gritted my teeth and jumped down for my future. As I entered the blood pool, it rolled up, and the syringe hidden in my clothes quickly sucked the blood, very fast.
At night, I reentered the dream and saw the black fog man again. He told me that the syringe needed more blood, and he wanted me to find a way to leave this place. I was scared for a day, and only then did I ask the black fog man why I was not as bloodthirsty and gluttonous as other descendants of the evil god.
The result made me feel relieved. The black fog man told me that because of the dream last night, he used the power of the perpetual and the dream power to suppress the power of the evil god, but this suppression would not last too long. He told me that I had a month. If I wanted to survive, I had to find a way to leave here and take the syringe away. He did not say why he had to leave here.
On June 27, 279 of Draf, after three days of "feeding", the blood in the syringe had risen to half, and my heart was hurting more and more, beating faster and faster, it was torturing my body, and the crazy thoughts from time to time made me mentally collapse, I was very haggard, I began to think about how to leave this place, until then I suddenly remembered a loophole, why did the Black Mist Man insist that I take the syringe away personally, he was so powerful why didn't he take it away himself, this syringe must be related to something, but even if I knew there was a conspiracy, I had to follow their plan.