Lu Ze spread a white paper on the table and wrote on it with a pen.
"Current combat methods:
One, Revolver (ordinary bullets and enchanted bullets)."
He frowned at the line of text, paused, and then awkwardly added, "My marksmanship has a lot of room for improvement."
He then continued to write:
"Two, Secrets Supplicant's rituals."
"Special note: Most of them are extremely evil, requiring the sacrifice of lives or extreme emotions. The objects of these rituals are all the True Creator, and the effects obtained will also cause one to become depraved and insane."
Lu Ze wrote a line after this, "Can only be for understanding, absolutely not to be used."
He had already deeply realized this; the tragic outcomes of Siris and Haynes after performing the rituals were still vivid in his mind.
Moreover, the number of such rituals he had obtained was truly vast. In fact, it was too much. He even suspected that ordinary Secrets Supplicant would not possess so many rituals; these things forced upon him were practically madly encouraging him to jump into a pit of fire.
That dog, the True Creator, is truly harmful.
Lu Ze cursed under his breath, then continued to write.
"A small number of rituals, whose objects of prayer are not the True Creator, have weaker ritual effects and can be attempted, but still require caution."
"Three,"
When he wrote the third point, he hesitated for a moment, but still wrote it down.
"Three, Hidden Sage."
"An equally dangerous evil god, the only difference being that He is not the True Creator. Perhaps when facing a threat from the True Creator, one could—no, it's still too dangerous, don't try it unless it's a matter of life and death."
Lu Ze put down his pen and looked at the three points he had written, gradually revealing a wry smile. Most of these were extremely dangerous abilities that were strictly forbidden to use. As for the rest, like the pistol, he was purely a novice with no talent.
However, based on this tidy, he roughly understood his future direction of effort.
First, he still needed to continue practicing his marksmanship, at least to the point of hitting the target every shot; higher accuracy was not a priority for now;
Secondly, learn some less burdensome rituals or auxiliary magic, like divination. Hmm, the charm Luo Yao used before seemed to be obtained through a ritual related to the Goddess, he could try to learn it;
Finally, stay away from those dangerous things.
Lu Ze still hoped for a stable life. He now felt that if he truly couldn't go back, staying here and living with Cecilia like this was also quite good. He would go to work during the day, occasionally encounter some minor excitement, rely on the Captain and others to resolve it, and cheer them on from behind. Then he would go home after work, and once he saved enough money and his sister finished school, he could settle down even more.
"Hehe."
Just then, he heard a distorted and malicious laugh. He looked down, and in the shadow of the desk, Siris, with his bloody, shattered head, stretched out his warty hand and grabbed his ankle!
Holy crap!
Lu Ze felt his scalp tingle, he yanked his leg back violently, then kicked hard, but only hit air.
"You're already a believer of the Lord, blessed by the Lord, and you still want to live an ordinary life? Don't dream!"
Lu Ze's leg passed through Siris's body. He chuckled and kept speaking malicious words.
It seemed to be a hallucination.
Lu Ze couldn't help but take a step back.
"Bang, bang!"
The bedroom window glass was knocked from outside. Lu Ze looked up and saw a figure pressed against the second-story window. It was Haynes, covered in blood, his mouth stretched to his ears, continuously banging his head against the window. Beneath his black robe, two distorted human faces writhed, emitting shrill screams.
The world turned dark, rustling sounds came from the corners, and irregular black lines writhed at the edge of his vision.
Is it the True Creator's corruption?
Lu Ze shook his head, but no illusory sound of ocean waves echoed in his mind. Instead, he felt a slight, tipsy haziness.
Not external corruption, could it be a problem from within myself?
He recalled the mysticism classes he had taken before. Old Neil had once said that excessive spiritual consumption or states of fatigue and drowsiness could lower a Beyonder's mental resistance, making them more prone to losing control and experiencing hallucinations.
I know, it's probably because I drank alcohol, right?
Lu Ze remembered the bottle of champagne on the dining table. The alcohol had affected his mind, causing him to hallucinate. He couldn't help but shake his head; it seemed he would have to quit drinking from now on.
So he sat on the bed in the bedroom and tried to meditate to relax his mind. Sure enough, as his mind became calm, the hallucinations of Siris and the like gradually disappeared, leaving only some shadows in the corners of his vision.
Only then did Lu Ze breathe a sigh of relief. He stood up, lit the paper full of his handwriting, burning it to ashes, then carefully crumbled the ashes into fine powder and poured them into the wastebasket before washing up and going to bed.
When he lay on the bed and closed his eyes, he seemed to see the faces of the two people he had killed once again, but fortunately, he didn't care. He just rolled over and cast them aside, falling asleep peacefully.
— — — —
A few days later, Blackthorn Security Company, in the armory.
"Excellent, you have completely mastered Hermes," Klein clapped softly, praising with a smile, "Your talent is simply too good. At this rate, Ancient Hermes Language and Ancient Fusac Language will probably be no problem for you either."
"It's mainly because you, the teacher, teach so well."
Lu Ze smiled and set aside the perfectly written test paper.
Jokes aside, he didn't think he had much talent; learning English in his previous life was incredibly difficult. The smooth progress in learning Hermes this time was likely due to the "Secrets Supplicant" Beyonder characteristic within him, as Hermes script was precisely the language and writing used in mystical rituals.
"If you say so, I could even consider teaching foreign languages at Tingen University," Klein also laughed along with his words, not taking it seriously. He probably also guessed the reason for Lu Ze's rapid learning, "Alright, that's all for hermes. I should go to the divination club."
"I wish you many clients today."
Lu Ze said.
Klein's Sequence 9 Pathway is Seer. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he actually went to the divination club to do divinations for people. It was said that he earned very little money each day, but he enjoyed it immensely.
In addition, Old Neil's property had officially been transferred to Lu Ze's name, but he hadn't moved in. It wasn't for any other reason, but mainly because the suburbs were too far from his sister's school. So Lu Ze entrusted Dunn to find suitable tenants to rent it out for 18 Soli per week. This money not only covered the rent for Narcissus Street 6 but also left some extra pocket money.
After seeing Klein off, Lu Ze didn't go upstairs, because today he was on duty in the armory. While it was called being on duty, it was basically just slacking off, as usually no one came to disturb him. So he conveniently moved a stack of mysticism materials from the adjacent data room and began to self-study. Here, there were both internal Nighthawks documents and some collections from the private sector. Casually browsing without a specific goal, it was quite interesting.
For example, he stumbled upon something called "Rosell's Notes," which was supposedly a ciphered notebook left behind by a senior Transmigrator whom he resented greatly, and it remained undecipherable to this day.
Lu Ze opened the box out of curiosity and was surprised to see that it was written in—Chinese?
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