The Black Snake (1,600 extra words)

Late at night.

The clear moonlight shimmered with a faint purple halo, draping the land in an eerie hue.

The moon in this world was clearly different from the one in Wu Ming's previous life—and from the moons in every world he had traveled through.

In many fallen religions and evil rites, the eerie purple moon was also an indispensable part of the ritual.

Only beneath purple moonlight could demons and evil gods feel the greatest delight. Combined with the wails of sacrificial victims, it was enough to earn their most powerful blessings.

On the Western Continent, the study of how to offer sacrifices beneath the purple moon had always been an important field. It was also highly advanced research, and forbidden to beginners, who might easily fall prey to the temptation of an evil god.

Of course, if Easterners heard such claims, they would certainly scoff.

After all, among their eight supreme gods, the Moon Lord God was one of them!

Even in the Western World, though several goddesses held domains related to the moon, none were clearly aligned with the forces of evil.

Regardless, it was a law of the world that all kinds of sacrifices and summoning arrays were more likely to succeed beneath the light of a full moon.

At that moment, inside a grand noble estate in Evans Port.

Bright magical flames lit up the study, casting the shadows of bookcases and decorations onto the walls in all sorts of strange shapes.

"My lord, these are our accounts for this month!"

The old butler set several ledgers on the desk with a respectful expression. "And here are the recent events at the port. As you requested, I've included anything interesting, as well as anything involving more than five hundred gold shields..."

"Mm!"

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