Resolution

"Rhode!"

Sulu ran over and quickly confirmed that this was the real Rhode.

At the same time, he glanced at the Attribute Panel, where his Inspiration had already decreased by 0.3, and sighed inwardly.

This Spirit Pressure was useful, but it consumed a lot.

And it couldn't drive the Evil Spirit away for long. Twenty seconds at most—no, it would come back in a dozen seconds!

Against a vicious third- or fourth-tier spirit, it might only hold for one or two seconds! The cost would also skyrocket to a terrifying level.

"Sulu!"

The real Rhode stood still, not wandering around.

When he saw Sulu approach, wariness filled his eyes. "Say something to prove you're you!"

"The scar on your stomach came from your appendectomy!"

Sulu answered quickly.

"Good!"

Rhode relaxed, though he sounded a little reproachful. "Why did you follow me in?"

"If we don't kill that Evil Spirit, neither of us can get out! Besides... I've already become a Medium. I can at least be of some use."

Sulu replied.

"What? A Medium?" Rhode exclaimed. "How did that happen?"

"Maybe I was naturally suited to being a Medium, and the Evil Spirit's earlier attack pushed me over the edge. I managed to advance in one go!"

Sulu lied without batting an eye.

In truth, it wasn't entirely a lie. He had already met the requirements for the profession.

There had indeed been gifted people in history who, without any prior training, had survived attacks by evil spirits by sheer luck, awakened their potential, and become Mediums!

That was how the Medium profession had first come about!

"Now... let's go kill that Evil Spirit!" Sulu asked. "How much holy water do you have left?"

"Three vials. I used one earlier to deal with the Evil Spirit that turned into you!" Rhode said with some regret.

"We have to try! When the Evil Spirit comes back, I'll restrain it. You pour all the holy water on it and attack... This is our last chance!"

Sulu panted.

"Fine!"

Rhode agreed at once, keeping a wary eye on their surroundings.

Sulu immediately spread his Inspiration outward.

On closer inspection, one would have noticed that his pupils were flecked with black, their depths growing unfathomable.

For now, the limit of my Inspiration is only ten meters? And even then, everything's pretty blurry. If I want a clear picture, I can only manage a radius of three or four meters around me!

As a Medium, it was basically impossible for a spirit to ambush him, even a second-tier Evil Spirit!

But the Ghost Domain created by their opponent wasn't very large—it covered just one building. Yet once inside, it seemed to warp the very concept of space, making the place feel infinitely vast.

Sulu felt like a spider, with his Inspiration as the web stretching outward, waiting for prey to touch it.

He waited patiently, like a hunter, for his prey to take the bait.

Suddenly!

One of his "web strands" was lightly touched.

Sulu's Inspiration immediately outlined the Evil Spirit's shape—it was crawling toward them like a beast, limbs twisted beneath it! It was moving incredibly fast!

"Three o'clock! It's coming!"

Sulu roared and used Spirit Spike without hesitation!

To an ordinary person, this skill felt like a jab from psychic power.

Against a spirit, however, it formed a prism that shot through its body, connecting to it through a thread of mental energy and pinning it in place for a while.

Pfft! Pfft!

An invisible "prism" formed in the air and shot forward, striking the Evil Spirit dead-on!

Its swift movement came to an abrupt halt. In the hazy Black Fog, it looked like prey caught in a net, struggling frantically.

Whoosh!

The Inspiration value on the Attribute Panel plummeted, dropping by 0.6 in an instant!

That's brutal... At this rate, I can only hold this Evil Spirit for three or four seconds?

Sulu sucked in a sharp breath.

What use was a Medium who had no partner to help, even if he could pin down a spirit?

"I see it!"

But Sulu was undeniably lucky.

Not only did he have a Witch Hunter for a partner, the other man also trusted him deeply.

As soon as Sulu shouted, Rhode had already rushed forward and spotted the restrained Evil Spirit.

Without hesitation, Rhode threw three vials, opened them, and splashed great waves of the Holy Water of Light over the Evil Spirit.

Sizzle!

White mist billowed!

Amid a grating hiss, the Evil Spirit's body melted like a wax figure.

Rhode didn't let his guard down. He drew a dagger engraved with several runes, smeared his own blood on it, and with a shout, plunged it down hard!

Thud!

The sharp dagger pierced the Evil Spirit's head and pinned it to the floor. The Evil Spirit slowly stopped struggling, then vanished in a burst of white light.

The Black Fog gradually dispersed. Only then did Sulu realize that he and Rhode were in the storage room of the house.

He and Rhode had been barely a meter apart.

Yet in that strange scene, the space inside the building had seemed to stretch endlessly.

"What about Galan?"

Rhode went to the window and looked out at the yellow lights. He let out a long breath, then finally had time to tidy up and bandage his wounds.

He had just sat down when he suddenly sprang back up and shouted, "What happened to Galan?"

"I killed him with that hunting rifle!"

Sulu handed back the silver revolver and added a complaint: "It's so inconvenient. It's nowhere near as good as a revolver!"

"Haha... I know, but this is the only revolver our family has passed down!"

Rhode carefully wiped the gun and put it back in the briefcase. His eyes turned dangerous. "By the way... do you feel unwell? Advancing to a spellcasting profession is dangerous, even at the first tier..."

"I think... I'm fine! Better than I've ever been!"

Sulu was telling the truth.

Using experience to level up had let him skip the final "Spirit Mediumship ritual," sparing him the danger.

For an ordinary person advancing to become a Medium, even after making thorough preparations and ensuring the summoned spirit met the requirements and would cause as little harm as possible, they still had to confront a Fierce Spirit as an ordinary person. It was extremely dangerous.

But as far as Rhode knew, Sulu had broken through after being attacked by a second-tier Evil Spirit!

At the thought, his eyes grew damp. "You did all this for me! Don't worry. I'll make sure you get justice!"

Rhode looked in a certain direction, his eyes icy.

He had no idea that Sulu wasn't paying him any attention. Sulu was still analyzing the Attribute Panel.

"Strength? Agility? Constitution? Spirit and Inspiration?"

"According to the supernatural theories of this world, Strength can represent space, while Agility corresponds to time. Together, they form the concept of the universe! The body must be strong enough to withstand it, which makes Constitution important too!"

"These three are all factors of reality. Spirit, however, transcends them. The power of thought is infinite, so it can mediate and control them!"

With that thought, he glanced at his Inspiration again.

Although it had fallen below 1, it seemed to be recovering slowly with the passage of time. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Inspiration was a combination of perception and a mana pool. If it couldn't recover, he'd have to find a special "meditation technique."