Weirdness (New book seeking support)

Inside the private room.

Blood paved the floor, with the female corpse lying in the center. Upon her body was a Pentagram array, each of its five points containing a symbol brimming with mysterious aura.

No matter how one looked at it, it reeked of evil.

If this doesn't succeed, on top of a murder charge, I'll also earn the title of cultist...

Sulu kept a wooden face as he heavily spat out the incantation in Ancient Hebraic:

"I beseech the favor of the darkness..."

"I channel the power of the moon..."

"O spirits that wander in the dark... in my name, the practitioner Sulu Portley, I summon you to return! Awaken!!!"

Ancient Hebraic was the common language of the transcendental world, possessing a peculiar cadence.

Coupled with the low, hoarse chanting, it rippled through the surroundings, creating a terrifying atmosphere.

The candles on the table suddenly dimmed, and the corpse of Beatrice on the floor seemed to twitch, though it was as if nothing had happened at all.

"Failed!"

Sulu's head throbbed with splitting pain, his expression grave.

He didn't even count as a transcendentalist, and since this skill level was very low, failure was only to be expected.

Thump, thump!

Worse yet, footsteps were already echoing from the corridor outside.

If I were the mastermind, I'd definitely send someone to catch the culprit red-handed... er, though that's not quite the right meaning, the principle is the same. There isn't much time left.

Sulu forced himself to endure the nausea and headache, chanting the incantation once more.

Since he had already done this, he had to see it through to the end; his personality contained a streak of stubbornness.

Furthermore, as he grew more proficient, his chanting at least became fluid, no longer stuttering.

And after finding the rhythm, the notes he uttered became increasingly ethereal, as if they were a hymn from the underworld.

"Sir? Do you require any assistance?"

The anomaly within the room had finally drawn attention, and the waiter's voice rang out from outside the door.

Sulu's head grew heavier and heavier as he reached the final sentence.

Not good... I'm afraid this is going to fail too!

A premonition immediately surfaced in his mind.

Outside, the voices grew more urgent, escalating into pounding; they were nearly ready to ram the door down.

"...in my name, the practitioner Sulu Portley... I command you, awaken!"

Sulu's head was dizzy and muddled as he spat out the final line of the incantation.

He didn't know how it happened, but as he mumbled that last sentence, his voice was low, and it seemed to be intermingled with another voice.

The moment this voice joined in, the Pentagram array on the floor immediately flashed with a scarlet radiance.

"Success!"

Sulu gave a start, feeling his head suddenly become clear. What happened? I felt like I was about to fail! That final sound seemed to have been mixed with another...

His expression changed in an instant.

Because at the end of the ritual, he seemed to have heard the gibberish of another existence: "In the name of the moon!"

Hum!

But everything was beyond recall.

On Beatrice's corpse, the Pentagram array flashed with blood-red light, suddenly flaring brightly.

Sulu let out a muffled groan, nearly collapsing to the floor. "Damn it!"

In this moment, he understood another truth: he truly was not a transcendentalist!

Even though the spell succeeded, he lacked the corresponding 'mana pool,' so this technique was draining his own life force!

On his status panel, the 0.9 in his Constitution stat plummeted to 0.6 in an instant!

To Sulu, it felt as if a significant amount of his blood and bone had been extracted in a single moment; his face turned deathly pale, and he slumped weakly onto the sofa.

Hum, hum!

He struggled to open his eyes, discovering that the pool of blood on the floor now seemed to possess a life of its own, wriggling and flowing back into Beatrice's chest.

Once the blood had flowed back, the wound healed automatically, as if the scene of the stabbing had never occurred.

By the end of the ritual, the Pentagram array on Beatrice's body rapidly shrank, moving to her forehead and appearing to form a brand.

With a flash of light, the brand immediately vanished, merging into her skin.

Sulu, however, felt his consciousness connected to another existence, like a rope with a small puppy tethered to the other end.

"Success!"

He struggled, issuing a command: "Stand up!"

Beatrice's corpse stirred, climbing up from the floor with an expressionless face, her eyeballs rolling to fix their gaze upon him.

This is a bit creepy!

Sulu barely managed to compose himself before opening the door that was being pounded upon, his face full of impatience: "What is it?"

"Uh..."

Outside the door, the waiter who had been looking anxious nearly tripped over his own feet, his eyes darting around quickly.

Hmm, a man and a woman, disheveled clothes, the man looking pale—just how much stamina had been spent here?

He felt a bit awkward, but cleared his throat anyway and asked: "Sir, Madam, is there anything you need?"

"No... need!"

Just as the thought of speaking crossed Sulu's mind, a female voice came from behind him—it was Beatrice, or rather, that Corpse Princess!

"Sorry! Sorry to disturb you!"

The waiter wore an awkward smile and hurriedly closed the door.

Sulu turned around, feeling as if he had seen a ghost: "Holy shit! You can talk?"

A Corpse Princess is the lowest form of servant; simply put, it is just a manipulated corpse, like a puppet in a circus, and it should be impossible for it to speak.

Perhaps those masters of Black Sorcery could achieve this, but that certainly did not include Sulu!

All supernatural rituals are extremely dangerous because you never know where the final result will lead... especially those leaning toward the dark, which have a high probability of leading to terrifying consequences...

A fragment of Witch Hunting Knowledge surfaced, making Sulu shiver.

He stared at Beatrice, and for some reason, he felt that after turning into a Corpse Princess, her skin had become even paler and more crystalline, carrying the air of an ice-cold beauty.

"Stand up, sit down, reach out, lift your leg... speak... eh? Why aren't you saying anything?"

He tried again and discovered that the Corpse Princess he had created had definitely undergone some kind of mutation; she wasn't a simple marionette, but could perform semi-intelligent operations based on his commands.

It seems... I've created something strange! If a ritual mutation occurs, the probability of a bad outcome is almost ninety-nine percent!

"Forget it!"

Sulu checked the private room and found that the previous blood reflux had been a huge help; other than being a bit messy, there wasn't a single drop of blood left in the room, and even the blood on his and Beatrice's clothes had flowed back into the corpse.

He immediately put on his coat, ordered Beatrice to follow behind him, and they left the room one after the other.

Go to a crowded place first, then leave this area, as far away as possible!

Sulu acted like a couple with Beatrice, but secretly issued a command.

The underlying meaning of this command was to create an alibi for him and then go die somewhere far away.

If it were an ordinary Corpse Princess, she would "power down" and collapse the moment she left a certain distance from the caster, but this one was clearly different.

Due to the unpredictability of the mutated Corpse Princess, Sulu had no intention of studying her at all; he just wanted to get as far away from the trouble as possible.

I'm sorry, Beatrice, may your soul find rest!

Watching her back recede into the distance, Sulu let out a sigh of relief, tightened his coat, and prepared to find a crowded place to steady his nerves while establishing an alibi for himself.

This matter... won't end like this...

Damn it... how did my date turn into this? That waiter just now... his smile really annoyed me. Even though there was blood in the room, this isn't the way I wanted it to happen, you bastard!