The Ritual

Inside a room at an unnamed hotel.

The surrounding area had already been meticulously prepared to prevent any abnormalities or spiritual leaks.

The light of the Spirit Fire shone brightly, dancing with the shadows, rising and falling like the tides.

The ordinary table was now covered with various spiritual materials.

Sulu stared solemnly at the burning Face of the Face-Snatcher before him.

This spirit is not particularly powerful, but it is extremely cunning and difficult to detect, let alone kill.

The fact that they were able to obtain these two documents was entirely due to their own overpayment, which in turn exposed quite a bit of information.

'However... wouldn't a real Treasure Map be enough to attract the attention of those powerful forces?'

Sulu's lips curled slightly, which was exactly the effect he wanted.

The next day, as the sun gradually rose...

In his hand, there was now something that looked like a human skin mask.

"Curio — the Face-Snatcher Mask!"

"Luckily, I bought two sets of materials; yesterday's refining attempt really failed..."

Sulu looked at the last remaining piece of the product in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then stuck it to his face.

The Face-Snatcher mask felt cool to the touch, not stuffy at all; instead, it seemed to transform into my skin, providing a very comfortable sensation.

Not only that.

Sulu walked up to a full-length mirror and casually sculpted his facial features as if they were clay.

"As expected... after incorporating the characteristics of the Face-Snatcher, the newly modified mask possesses the ability to disguise oneself, but the effect is limited! First, of course, it can only change the face; it has no way to alter height or physique. Second, there are limits to the modifications."

The mask has a strange function; it's as if a limited amount of skin and flesh has been added to the face, which can be freely added to the cheeks, nose, eyelids, or other organs.

However, once the total amount is exhausted, there is nothing that can be done; as one part becomes excessive, another part will decrease.

"Even so, it allows me to become a second person, greatly increasing my stealth abilities. If combined with the [Rogue] ability, I would be an unbelievable Assassin!"

Sulu was fairly satisfied, but suddenly, a thought struck him, and he elongated his nose, causing the skin above his mouth to change and radiate a smooth silver color.

In an instant, it was as if he were wearing the ' Crow Mask ' again.

"Not bad, I'll still call you ' Crow Mask ' from now on, it's a pity you're the second generation."

The first-generation mask was made of ordinary materials and broke after withstanding one attack. However, the second-generation Crow Mask, while sacrificing its defensive capabilities, had its disguise ability amplified to the extreme.

For Sulu, this is a more useful ability.

"The plan has been set up, but we don't know how many Greed jackals it will attract to the Silent Forest."

After finishing tidying up, Sulu drew back the curtains, gazed in the direction of the Silent Forest, and smiled without saying a word.

Western Federation, Black Death Society, Branch.

The dark green candlelight burned, casting a pale, eerie blue glow around them.

Numerous dark shadows were reflected on the wall, as if countless demons were stretching out their arms and dancing wildly.

A large number of Death Cultist, draped in black robes and carrying various ritual implements, knelt before an altar, muttering different incantations.

The entire altar is constructed primarily of obsidian, covered with complex and mysterious symbols, each seemingly containing endless secrets worthy of a lifetime of study.

"President!"

A priest bowed respectfully before the leader of the Black Death Society: "The ceremony is ready, and the Saintess has completed her preliminary preparations."

"Very good, let's begin!"

The elderly-looking company president nodded and put on a black mask.

The mask is covered with many sinister patterns, and there is a crescent moon in the center of the forehead.

He stroked the mask, calmly stretched out his arms, and believers automatically draped him in exquisite and intricate priestly robes.

A beam of moonlight, appearing from nowhere, suddenly illuminated the entire secret realm.

Seeing this, the Frenzy in the eyes of the large number of Death Cultist became even more fanatical, and they prayed loudly.

'Since obtaining the Arcane Spirit, the resurrection process of My Lord Lady Moon has been accelerating...'

The president of the Black Death Society was very pleased to see this.

He walked step by step up the altar, reaching the very top.

In the very center of the altar was a crystal coffin, and inside lay a stunningly beautiful young woman, dressed only in a plain robe, with an exquisitely delicate face and flawless skin, like a porcelain doll, with her eyes closed.

She is Beatrice, of course.

"A true vessel for a deity requires a body of at least legendary rank and extraordinary power..."

The president of the Black Death Society watched this scene unfold.

Beatrice at this point certainly did not meet that standard.

What she was undergoing was none other than a master-level ritual to break through to the fourth rank.

"The moon is the Dominator of death!"

"Our My Lord holds the power of death!"

"To draw near to our My Lord... one must accept death, and return from death... to become... [the Undead]!"

The old man chanted a mysterious incantation in a lamenting tone. "In the name of the moon... be reborn!"

The Beatrice we know was just a Corpse Princess created unintentionally.

In essence, it is still a corpse—even if it has some consciousness, can move, and even possesses extraordinary power!

Her career path was a series of life-or-death reversals.

Upon reaching the fourth tier, the Master level, a ritual must be performed to completely revive the body, giving it abilities such as a heartbeat and body temperature that all living beings possess.

Only in this way can one truly be considered [Undead]!

Praise be to our My Lord!

Amidst the Frenzy worship of numerous cult members, the prepared sacrifices were massacred.

Strands of blood climbed along the veins, soon covering the entire altar.

The girl in the crystal coffin seemed to have absorbed all the blood from the altar, her body becoming slightly translucent, revealing traces of blood flowing in her veins, giving her skin a healthy rose-red hue.

Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang!

Blood flowed from all parts of her body, and finally, her heart began to beat strongly.

This step signifies that Beatrice has truly transformed from a corpse into a living person, completely reversing the cycle of life and death.

All bodily functions, including the previously lost ability to reproduce, have completely returned.

At this moment, she was undoubtedly a living person!

This is a state that even the holy water of the Church of the Goddess of Light cannot harm, because her nature has been completely changed.

'To reverse life and death, this is a miracle of our My Lord!'

The president of the Black Death Society watched as Beatrice slowly rose, and couldn't help but bow his head slightly in respect—not to her, but to the vessel she was about to become Goddess.

"Prepare a room for me!"

Beatrice spoke in a clear, pure voice, "Three days from now, I will fully consolidate my current state and curse that sinner who has tainted my spirit!"

Even with Master-Servant Pact, if the gap between them is too large, it's still possible for the situation to be reversed!