Roselle's Notes

Luther spread a piece of white paper on the table and began to write with his pen.

"Current combat capabilities:

1. Revolver (standard and enchanted bullets)."

He frowned at the line, paused, and then awkwardly added a note: "Marksmanship has significant room for improvement."

He continued to write:

"2. Black Knight rituals."

"Special note: Most are extremely evil, requiring the sacrifice of life or extreme emotions. These rituals are all directed toward the True Creator, and the effects will cause one to become degenerate and insane."

Luther wrote a note after this line: "For informational purposes only; absolutely must not be used."

He had learned this lesson well; the miserable ends of Sirius and Hainas after performing such rituals were still fresh in his mind.

Moreover, the number of such rituals he had acquired was truly vast... or rather, far too many. He even suspected that an average Black Knight wouldn't possess so many. These things being shoved into his mind felt like a malicious attempt to goad him into jumping into a fire pit.

That bastard True Creator, he really is a menace.

Luther cursed under his breath and continued writing.

"A small number of rituals do not target the True Creator and have weaker effects; these may be attempted, but caution is still required..."

"3."

He hesitated for a moment when writing the third point, but he wrote it down anyway.

"3. Hidden Sage."

"An equally dangerous Evil God, with the only difference being that He is not the True Creator. Perhaps if threatened by the True Creator, one could... no, it's still too dangerous. Unless it's a matter of life and death, do not attempt it."

Luther put down his pen and looked at the three points he had written, a wry smile forming on his face. Most of these were extremely dangerous abilities that were strictly forbidden. As for the rest, like the revolver, he was simply a talentless novice.

However, based on this assessment, he had a clearer idea of his future direction.

First, he had to continue practicing his marksmanship until he could at least hit the target every time, let alone higher precision.

Second, he needed to learn some less burdensome rituals or auxiliary magic, like divination. Hmm, the charm Luo Yao used before seemed to have been obtained through a ritual related to the Goddess; he could try to learn that.

Finally, stay away from those dangerous things.

Luther still hoped for a stable life. He felt that if he truly couldn't go back, staying here and living like this with Cecilia would be quite nice. Go to work, occasionally encounter some minor excitement that the captain and the others would handle while he cheered from the sidelines. Then, come home after work, and once he saved enough money and his sister finished her studies, things could be even more settled...

"Hehehe."

Just then, he heard a twisted, malicious laugh. Looking down, in the shadow of his desk, Sirius—with his mangled, bloody head—reached out a hand covered in tumors and gripped his ankle!

What the hell!

Luther felt his scalp tingle. He jerked his leg back and kicked out hard, but he only kicked empty air.

"You were already a believer of the Lord, blessed by the Lord's grace. You still want to live the life of an ordinary person? Don't dream!"

Luther's leg passed right through Sirius's body as he cackled and continued to spew venomous words.

It seemed to be a hallucination.

Luther couldn't help but take a step back.

"Bang, bang!"

The bedroom window was being knocked on from the outside. Luther looked up and saw a figure pressed against the second-floor glass. It was Hainas, covered in blood, his mouth stretched to his ears as his head repeatedly slammed against the window. Beneath his black robe, two twisted human faces writhed, emitting shrill screams.

The world turned dark. Rustling sounds came from the corners, and black, irregular lines squirmed at the edge of his vision.

Is this the erosion of the True Creator?

Luther shook his head, but no Illusory Sea Tide sounded in his mind. Instead, he felt a wave of tipsy confusion.

It's not external erosion; could it be a problem with myself?

He recalled the occult classes he had taken. Old Neil 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 see. Is it probably because I drank?

Luther 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 give up drinking from now on.

He sat on his bed and tried to meditate to calm his mind. Sure enough, as his heart grew still, the hallucinations like Sirius gradually vanished, leaving only a few shadows in the corners of his vision.

Luther finally breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up, burned the paper filled with his writing until it was gone, crushed the ashes into fine dust, and poured them into the wastebasket before washing up and going to bed.

As he lay in bed and closed his eyes, he seemed to see the faces of the two people he had killed once more. Fortunately, he didn't care; he simply turned over, pushed the thought aside, and fell into a peaceful sleep.

A few days later, at the Blackthorn Security Company, in the armory.

"Excellent. You have fully mastered the Hermes script." Klein clapped his hands gently and praised with a smile, "Your talent is simply incredible. At this rate, Ancient Hermes and Ancient Forsak language should be no problem for you either."

"It's mostly because you're a good teacher."

Luther smiled and set aside the test paper he had completed perfectly.

Jokes aside, he didn't feel he had particularly high talent; learning English in his past life had been a struggle. The fact that learning the Hermes script had gone so smoothly was likely due to the Black Knight potion within him, as the Hermes script was precisely the language and writing used for occult rituals.

"If that's the case, I might as well consider teaching foreign languages at Tingen University," Klein said with a laugh, following his lead. He didn't take it seriously, likely having guessed the reason for Luther's rapid learning. "Alright, that's enough Hermes script for today. I should head to the Divination Club."

"I hope you have plenty of customers today."

Luther said.

The Sequence 9 of the pathway Klein belonged to was Seer. Luther had no idea what he was thinking, but he had actually gone to the Divination Club to provide readings for others. It was said that the money he earned each day was meager, yet he remained tireless in his pursuit.

Additionally, Old Neil's property had officially been transferred to Luther's name, though he hadn't moved in. It wasn't for any particular reason other than the fact that the suburbs were too far from his sister's school. Therefore, Luther had entrusted Dunn to find a suitable tenant, with the rent set at 18 Sule per week. This money not only covered the rent for Narcissus Street No. 6 but also left him with some extra pocket money.

After seeing Klein off, Luther didn't go upstairs because he was on duty at the armory today. While it was called guard duty, it was essentially just slacking off, as no one usually came to disturb him. Consequently, he casually moved a stack of occult materials from the adjacent archives and began to study on his own. These included both internal Night Watcher documents and some collected from the public. Reading through them without any specific goal was actually quite interesting.

For instance, he stumbled upon something called Roselle's Notes. It was said to be a notebook written in code left behind by that transmigrator predecessor who made him grit his teeth in frustration, and to this day, no one had been able to decipher it.

Luther opened the box with curiosity, only to be stunned to see that what was written on it was—Chinese?