Hope's Old Residence

Since only Inspiration was used, the exchange went incredibly smoothly.

Hope has altered the power within the stone, so no matter what Wilbur wants to do with it, he will be unable to achieve his goal.

Hope returned the stone that he had already exchanged to Nancy.

He didn't tell Nancy what he had done, and in Nancy's view, Hope had simply held the stone in his hand and looked at it for a while.

What Hope gained through this exchange was an upgrade in "Source-ification"?

Hope was somewhat surprised, so much so that it showed on her face, thankfully the cardboard box concealed it.

As one of Hope's initial skills that "appears alongside Uncertainty," "Source-ification" is completely different from "Uncertainty."

Aside from playing a crucial role in the Communication with Skull No. 1, "Source-ification"Source-ification was mostly just a useless word in the Memorandum.

Even now, Hope still cannot understand the role of Source-ification.

And the number following it is the only one that is not 1, besides the attribute in the first row.

Judging from the description of all the magic it possesses on the Skull No. 1, and Hope's own Uncertainty, while magic may indeed have a higher value, most of it is 1, and with 1 as the basic unit, it cannot be further subdivided.

In other words, if you activate the "Exchange" command, you can only exchange 1" of the entire spell, and you cannot exchange 0.5.

However, "Source-ification" is packaged in bulk and can be accurate to two decimal places.

A stone provided by Wilbur contains 0.2" of " Source-ification " - Wilbur - King of Kings - and Hope is the son of the King of Kings -

Source-ification "

The meaning of "Source-ification, Source-ification, becoming like the source—returning to the ancestral, therefore Source-ification" is:

What similarities does it possess with the King of Kings?

Hope did not notice any strange changes in her body for the time being.

Having more similar characteristics to God —whether that's a good thing or a bad thing is hard to say—perhaps it's worth trying to "exchange" these Source-ification for other people or things as a price.

Well, don't do that before you understand "Source-ification".

"Wilbur must have said something very rude to you," Hope said.

He wanted to know where Wilbur wanted to go, but he didn't ask directly because he was worried that Nancy might not trust him enough and might refuse to answer or give the wrong information.

"It's alright," Nancy replied, seemingly without much desire to talk—no one would want to talk to a kidnapper.

"He's always been rude," Hope said. "Always, ever since he was very young."

Hope, of course, had no idea what Wilbur was like as a child; he said this simply to create the persona of Wilbur's childhood playmate and to pique Nancy's curiosity.

-Actually, it's not exactly a lie; Number One Hope and Wilbur really were childhood playmates.

From Nancy's attitude toward the newspaper, Hope could guess that Nancy must be very curious about Wilbur.

Sure enough, Nancy turned to look at Hope.

"He was like this when he was a child?" Nancy asked.

"As you can see," Hope replied, "He grew at an extraordinary rate and matured unusually early, so I was actually eight years older than him. Back then, he was incredibly rude to us older kids."

This echoes the content of the previous newspaper article, increasing credibility.

You don't seem to like him at all.

"If he hadn't done those damn things, we could have been friends."

What did he do?

Hope almost wanted to tell Nancy that Wilbur was a psychopath who kidnapped and killed young, beautiful girls, hoping to warn her.

But if Wilbur really did something similar, Nancy might lose that part of her memory if she left Dunwich.

So Hope didn't answer. He remained silent for a few seconds, pretending to be unwilling to talk, leaving things unsaid to stimulate Nancy's imagination and let her guess what bad things Wilbur had done.

Hope then asked Wilbur where he wanted to go.

"Bay State University," Nancy said. "He wants a book."

"I know what that book is," Hope said. "The Necronomicon, if he gets his hands on it—"

Another blank space.

Hope wanted to say something more, but the Heart-shaped Padlock gave a warning at that moment.

Someone is trying to get into Hope's room—is it Wilbur or Lavinia —and why now?

"Turn off the lights," Hope said.

"What?" Nancy, puzzled.

"Turn off the headlights, hurry up."

Nancy seemed to want to ask more questions, but in the end she did as she was told.

Hope took the newspaper back from Nancy and opened the car door.

"I have nothing more to say," Hope said. "Goodbye, and take care of Wilbur."

Outside lay the Dunwich Forest, its dense foliage obscuring the moonlight, making it dim and dark.

Previously, Nancy could see Hope sitting in the back seat thanks to the headlights, but now that the lights are suddenly off, neither of them can adjust to the change in light.

The sudden darkness obscured Nancy's view of Hope.

Hope closed her eyes almost the moment her feet left the carriage.

Uncertainty is triggered.

Hope returned to Old Williams House.

He didn't take his clothes off, and it's too late to get him to do so now.

However, when Hope changed his clothes, he did not take off his original clothes; under his formal attire, he was wearing a blue plaid shirt and khaki pants.

Therefore, now Hope only needs to use the Uncertainty again, "imagine yourself not wearing a suit," to achieve the effect of "undressing with one click."

He rushed back to his room before his door was opened.

Wilbur Door Opening.

"Come with me," Wilbur said.

Hope, of course, had no right to refuse, but as he walked over, he amused himself by observing Wilbur's expression.

Hmm, he looks like he has facial paralysis, he doesn't smile.

"What are you going to do?" Hope asked.

Wilbur didn't answer. Hope shrugged, wondering what would happen if he killed Wilbur after Old Whateley was already dead.

Hope did not do so, fearing that Wilbur might sacrifice himself prematurely in a fit of rage, and also fearing that he himself would be unable to resurrect if he were killed in retaliation.

Wilbur led Hope into the big house, Hope realized that Wilbur was heading towards the second floor.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Hope stopped walking.

Wilbur glanced at him, Hope felt that Wilbur had grown even taller; the guy still hadn't stopped growing.

Wilbur said, "Go back to your original room."

"Isn't that place already packed with that thing?"

"Now that place is empty, I knocked down some of the partition between the first and second floors and gave that thing my grandfather's room," Wilbur replied.

Hope didn't ask him how he had completed such a project in such a short time; after all, Wilbur was a cultist with truly extraordinary powers.

Old Whateley's Bedroom was much larger than Hope's original cramped little room; it seemed the Transparent Monster had grown even bigger.

"The window—" Hope reminded him.

"It's locked up tight," Wilbur said. "There won't be another mistake like last time."