Letter (Seeking Recommendations for New Book!)

St. George is a church school with low tuition and student loan programs, but it does not guarantee job placement upon graduation; students must find their own way.

Sulu, relying on the experience from his previous life, prepared his next step early. By utilizing the knowledge he had organized as a stepping stone, he successfully caught the attention of a certain laboratory.

At this moment, he was absent-mindedly eating a sandwich while opening an envelope.

Unexpectedly, there were two letters; one was quite thick, and judging by the address, it actually came from Sulu's hometown.

He paused for a moment and opened the thin one first. Seeing the opening, [Dear Mr. Potterley, we are pleased to inform you...], a smile couldn't help but bloom on his face, knowing this was a sure thing.

"Whoa, an invitation from the Green Tree Castle Laboratory? Congratulations!"

Sean, sitting nearby, just glanced at it and immediately shouted.

"Thanks!" Sulu didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt for his "cheating," his smile radiant.

Well, in the White Eagle Federation, if an intellectual wants to climb the social ladder and become a respectable member of the upper class, there are a few professions that serve as stepping stones, such as doctors, lawyers, and scientists...

As for federal government employees? Aside from a few rare professions like judges, ordinary civil servants don't even have as good a reputation as church personnel.

Green Tree Castle has quite a reputation in the Federation. Landing a position as a research assistant there is a firm step toward the upper class. From now on, the weekly salary will be at least two Gold Dragons. According to his multi-year plan, by slowly releasing the achievements from his previous life, he will surely attract attention, continuously increase his worth, become a CEO, marry a wealthy beauty, and reach the pinnacle of life—it's right before his eyes! Just thinking about it makes him a little excited!

Beside him, Sean was still nagging like an old woman: "If Beatrice knew you got an offer from a research institute, she would definitely regret it..."

"Can we not bring that up?"

Sulu's face darkened.

As a young man, a young man with vigorous energy, he had naturally set his sights on targets during his university life, and Beatrice was one of them.

It's just... sigh! Why does my face start hurting again when I think about it?

Sulu used a deadpan expression to brush off Sean and lazily tore open the second parchment envelope, preparing to read this letter from home.

Regardless, the hurdle of family is unavoidable; he would have to show his cards sooner or later.

Holding a "dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water" mentality, Sulu inspected the envelope and found the parchment seal was thick. The black ink characters on it had an artistic flair, and the back featured a uniquely shaped wax seal. Combined with the intricate patterns, it looked like an antique.

He slowly pried the envelope open and poured out the contents: a folded page, seemingly torn from a book, and a letter:

[To my dear brother:

The long night will eventually pass. No matter how you try to escape, you cannot shake off the fate of our family... Yes, I am honored to inform you here that the Twilight of the Gods has ended. A new wave of the extraordinary is about to surge, and the family needs your strength! The minions of darkness are peering at the entire world; please be careful!

Enclosed with this letter is a page from a grimoire, a trophy of mine. I hope you can keep it for me for a while, and it would be best if you could help decipher it. You know, my Ancient Hebraic has never been very good.

Finally, I will be coming to Nia City in the near future. There are many things I wish to discuss with you in person.

Your loyal brother, Rhode Potterley]

"???"

Sulu looked up, his face full of confusion: "What does this mean? Extraordinary? Twilight of the Gods? Isn't this a science-based world?"

No way, I had already accepted my fate, why does Heaven have to play this joke on me?

"Well, if all this is true, at least I don't have to change my surname to Potter..."

While complaining, Sulu really wanted to bang his head against a wall and die.

When he first transmigrated, he did indeed have thoughts of suicide.

After all, it was a brand new, backward world where he couldn't adapt to anything.

He deeply missed his previous world, longed for that more convenient, safe, and entertainment-filled life. He didn't know how many times he had tossed and turned in the dead of night, his face wet with tears.

Perhaps... everything was just a dream, and as long as he died, he could transmigrate back!

This thought kept struggling in his mind, but Sulu was afraid of pain, afraid of death, and even more afraid that this world was real and he wouldn't be able to transmigrate back even if he died, making his attempt a total joke... In the end, he decided to treat this world as a novel experience, not to seek death, and just treat it as a second life.

Anyway, how did that saying go—mortals are destined to die. Others fear death, but he still had a little expectation for a possible second transmigration after death.

But now... a letter from home had shattered everything!

—I had already made a plan to follow the scientific path, use my experience from my previous life to earn the title of a theoretical scientist, start a small business, and live a wealthy and stable life, and now you tell me this is Western-style spiritual energy recovery?

Are you kidding me?!

Does it have to be this treacherous?!

Sulu, feeling cheated and bloodied, picked up the letter in grief and indignation, wanting to tear it to shreds.

"Right... perhaps, this is just a clumsy prank!"

Although he had read many novels in his previous life, the worldview of a transmigrator was still deeply ingrained and not so easily broken.

Sulu muttered to himself and unfolded the page that came with the letter.

This page was also made of parchment, folded thickly. After being unfolded, it was as large as half a table, clearly indicating the original book was a massive tome.

Once fully unfolded, it was covered in dense text and a Pentagram ritual array, with the margins filled with numerous annotations.

"It really isn't Federal script, but... Ancient Hebraic?!"

Sulu murmured.

Hebraic is the current lingua franca of the Federation, originating from the Chris Empire, which once colonized the Federation and was known as the "Rising Sun." Ancient Hebraic is an archaic language from thousands of years ago; after several evolutions, it is nearly extinct, and apart from a few old fogies in the history department, very few people study it.

But he could read it! This was part of his childhood tutoring!

Sulu breathed heavily, suddenly clutching his forehead as, under the intense pain, clusters of memories began to surface:

An ancient classroom, a dilapidated blackboard, and a stern-faced middle-aged man: "You must remember, Ancient Hebraic is the common language of the extraordinary world. It carries inherent mystical properties, possesses incredible power, and is a prerequisite for many rituals..."

The scene shifted, arriving at the site of a fire.

"I will never forgive you... never!"

A youth who looked similar to Sulu, tears streaming from his eyes, roared as he ran away without looking back.

"Ugh!"

Sulu rubbed his temples, digesting the memories that had emerged: "It seems... this Sulu Portley came from a family of extraordinary beings? But because of some incident, he had a falling out with his family and ran off alone to attend university? And because he detested the mystical, he threw himself into a scientific major instead?"

He stroked the pages of the grimoire before him: "What kind of world is this, really..."

Sulu felt that his understanding of this world was still at a very superficial stage, and he had only just opened the door.

"Black... sorcery... creation... dead girl, no, Corpse Maiden!"

Combining the knowledge that had just surfaced, he struggled to decipher the grimoire's pages, suddenly startled: "Black Sorcery—Corpse Maiden Creation? This looks evil no matter how you slice it..."

Just then, Sulu's eyes lit up as a screen of light popped out.