So what is the secret they exchanged from the evil god in return?
What will it be?
The parchment manuscript is still half as thick, which means there is still a lot of content to come.
Hitzfeld took a few deep breaths, made sure he was in good mental state, and continued to turn the pages with trepidation.
[Human Desire Route: Advanced Secret Method]
"..."
Squinting her eyes, she stared at the secret code at the top of the list for a long time. Then the girl collapsed like a deflated balloon, closed her eyes again and sighed.
Should have thought of it earlier.
If what was previously recorded was only the method of starting the ceremony, communicating with the evil gods, and creating evil seeds... then the thing they wanted to get at this cost could only be the real "training method".
That is to truly break away from the human level of life, to grow, to transcend... and ultimately achieve greater transcendence, even "immortality"... That method, and the detailed knowledge about it.
Hitzfeld did not look at this part in detail.
Too obscene...
She just took a quick glance, and her powerful analytical ability allowed her to fill in her mind an introduction about how a person transformed from a healthy state into a deformed corpse-eating monster.
She had absolutely no desire to learn such knowledge.
I simply turned to the end of the book and found a separate paragraph written there, which sounded like a summary.
[This is my experience.]
She read in her mind.
[I once wanted to experiment with someone from a certain place... but I was warned...]
[I don’t know how my intentions were known, I sincerely give advice to everyone who sees this article…]
[Don't go to Bernmauz...]
[Don't go to a manor in the western suburbs there...]
Chapter 45 Claire-William
Before Hitzfeld could figure out what this meant, her eyes naturally glanced down and saw a blood-red seal that was quite familiar to her.
It was a cursive letter [l], which was more exquisite and complicated than the wax seal she had seen in her dream. It was obvious that the painter had put a lot of effort into depicting it, and even wrote with a pilgrimage mentality.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Hitzfeld suddenly felt it was very strange.
I clearly don’t know what story is behind this [l]… Why do I subconsciously agree that this behavior is a pilgrimage?
At the same time, a sharp pain came from his left eye. Hitzfeld closed his left eye reflexively, and massaged his eyeball through his eyelids, feeling it trembling slightly inside.
"My physical and mental problems started from when I saw this thing..." She thought to herself, "If you are really involved in the extraordinary, this eye cannot be indifferent to you..."
Thinking of this, she tentatively stretched out the index finger of her right hand, pressed it on the surface of the parchment, and rubbed it towards the seal little by little.
She found that the closer her fingertips were to the seal, the more intense the struggle in her left eye became.
At the same time, she felt something strangled her neck—the black leather collar was gradually shrinking, and she had no doubt that she would gradually become unable to breathe if this continued.
But no matter how badly I feel, I can still hold my breath for a few seconds.
Without paying any more attention to these restrictions and warnings, Hitzfeld made the decision and put his finger on the seal.
At that moment, something strange happened!
The vision in her left eye lost control at this moment. Tears flowed from her eyes due to the pain. In a daze, she saw the blood-red seal emitting red light.
As psychedelic and dazzling as neon lights in the dark night, the red light enveloped her entire body. When she regained her normal vision that she could control, she found that her surroundings had changed drastically.
It was no longer a moving carriage, but a dark forest.
The white full moon hung on the branches, giving people a feeling of not loneliness, but a faint silence. The thin night mist infected by the moonlight surged around her like it had life, and she felt herself sitting up in the night mist, and standing up little by little.
While observing the surrounding environment with her clone, Hitzfeld tried to move her body, but found that she could not do anything.
Unable to control the "facts that have already happened" in the past, is this the retrospection of God's eyes?
After all, Hitzfeld had many flashback experiences, so he was not panicked. He just calmed his mind and silently felt the body to which his consciousness was attached.
To be honest, she felt that the owner of this body was not very smart.
One walks unsteadily - this can be seen from the fact that the field of vision is always shaking back and forth.
Another thing is...what normal person would come to this damn place and wander around alone in the middle of the night?
Regardless of whether it was a man or a woman, this was strange. At least Hitzfeld couldn't think of a reasonable explanation for the other person's presence.
and many more……
Her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly remembered that she had "sat up" at first.
It's about getting up from this wilderness, not just wandering around.
No way……
A terrible guess came to her mind.
And this speculation soon became a reality because of two victims.
Although his vision was shaking, because of the strong moonlight, Hitzfeld could still vaguely see a white open space in the gap between the woods ahead.
That should be a reflection. As her body continued to sway forward, she could see clearly: it was a winding mountain road paved with white sand, and there was a dark black car parked on the side of the road.
The car's lights were deliberately turned off, and the body of the car swayed back and forth with the movement inside, and faint sounds of music could be heard coming through the window cracks.
From Hitzfeld's perspective, she saw "herself" approaching the car quickly, extending a sharp claw covered with rotten flesh and maggots, and squeezing directly through the narrow gap in the window.
"Hey... I didn't allow you to touch that place..."
"What are you talking about? I only have two hands?"
She heard a whispered conversation coming from inside.
Then the atmosphere seemed to be silent for a while, and a sharp howl comparable to Bella Charles came from the car: "Ah——!!!"
The car door was torn open by the "body" as easily as tearing window paper. She saw herself reaching out and pulling out a brain covered in plasma and blood. At the same time, the door on the other side of the car suddenly opened, and a woman with a good figure rolled out, crying and gasping as she ran.
Can’t this immersive experience be cut off?
What happened next made Hitzfeld feel nauseous on a conscious level.
Whatever it was that possessed her now, it couldn't be a human. It had the strength to tear apart steel and the speed of a jungle cheetah. The woman didn't run far before it was caught up and her spine was pulled out with one claw.
I don't want to see this-
Seeing this thing grabbing the two brains with both hands and approaching, she expressed her dissatisfaction strongly.
Maybe the thought was too strong, or maybe the picture itself couldn't be kept for long.
The next moment, the environment around her changed again, from a dark and mysterious winding mountain road to a gloomy secret room.
This time she was completely unable to move.
She couldn't control any body she possessed. If the body couldn't move on its own - or in other words, it was just a corpse, then it would never be able to move.
Unless there is an external force - someone intends to move it to another place.
She heard footsteps.
More than one person entered the room.
The perspective is changing... the grid on the ceiling is spinning.
They must be pulling the thing that was carrying the corpse, trying to flip it over.
"I can't believe Miss William died like this..."
She heard a hushed voice.
"She is the only servant here who has the potential to achieve extraordinary things... Even she... I feel the future is dark."
"Shut up!" another voice quickly interrupted, "You also want to lie down like a corpse, right? Don't tell others what you are thinking!"
Hitzfeld counted, and when he reached fifteen, the first voice spoke again.
"But we don't know how she died..."
"Think about it, David...if we don't even know this, how can we avoid making the same mistake as her?"
"This question..." The second voice hesitated.
"I'm just telling you, don't talk nonsense."
"You know? ...I promise I won't tell anyone!"
"Someone nearby saw that Miss William touched something she shouldn't have touched when she was tidying up the master's bookshelf..."
"what is that?"
"I'm not sure... Some people say it's a piece of letter paper... Some people also swear on their lives that it's a strange seal..."
seal?
Hitzfeld's heart moved.
She felt that there was no other possibility, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why her consciousness would attach itself to him.
Because according to past retrospective experience, the carrier she attached to was either an object or a person who wrote a book. And from the conversation between the two people, this corpse - that is, "Miss William" also belonged to the servant class. She just had the hope of achieving extraordinary success, and obviously could not be the author behind the parchment manuscript.
Then there was a high possibility that she touched the letter paper... and touched the blood mark when she was helping the "master" to organize the bookshelf.
Similar actions to before I came in, maybe that's why my consciousness chose her.
But she also felt that this matter was too weird.
It was just touching the seal...it wasn't even touching the seal itself, but it was enough to cause death?
How come it's okay if I touch it?
Before she could be surprised, the two servants put something over their heads, completely blocking her sight.
…It’s the shroud.
Hitzfeld could guess what they were up to.
Sure enough, about half an hour later, accompanied by bumps and a vision that kept shaking in the dim light, the body that Hitzfeld was clinging to was carried down by them again.
"Just leave it here?"
"Just leave it here."
"But this place is too close to the highway. If she breaks through the death level and comes back..."
"This is the master's intention. We'd better not ask too many questions."
Hitzfeld's vision was still blocked by the shroud, but he was able to analyze a lot of information just by listening to the conversation.
The vehicle I am possessed by has not changed?
Is this a "flashback"?
The monster that sat up from the wasteland at the beginning was "Miss William"?
really weird……
Her head was dizzy, and she vaguely felt that there was something very wrong with the scene she was seeing, but she couldn't tell exactly what it was.
A familiar tingling sensation.
From the left eye.
This pain was like a brand, powerful enough to travel through time and space and directly descend upon her consciousness. She could feel it no matter what state she was in.
Under the stimulation of pain, the picture in front of my eyes shattered and rotated bit by bit...decomposed into colorful blocks, and then pieced together again bit by bit, turning into a small bedroom.
There was a reason why it was called small - Hitzfeld thought that the low-rise buildings where poor people lived were shabby enough, but she had never seen a toilet, desk, bed, and dressing table all placed in a large bookcase - such an outrageously stingy layout.
This time, in front of her was a dressing table. Below it was a squat toilet. Less than five centimeters behind her was a white bed. The white bed and the desk were squeezed together, so if she wanted to use the desk, she had to sit on the bed and put her feet into the hole in the desk.
The only other furniture left is a wardrobe to the right of the desk and behind the left side of the dressing table.
But the owner of the room doesn't fit in here.
There was a mirror on the dressing table, allowing Hitzfeld to see "his" own face clearly: a blonde girl with bright eyes and white teeth.
