Great Human Philosopher Protagoras

Just as Charlotte expected, the basement of the small building was quite large. The kitchen next to the stairs was big enough for seven or eight cooks to work in. Although it had no windows, it had vents and a chimney, so it wasn't dark or stuffy.

The remaining areas were divided into four large storage rooms and one small one, used for storing food, wine, firewood, and slightly more valuable items, respectively. One of the storage rooms had a small pile of firewood, while the others were completely empty.

Charlotte didn't stay long. Once he confirmed there was nothing out of place, he went upstairs.

Although his new home still lacked many things, like enough clothes, Charlotte decided to take a full day to rest and not go out.

He returned to the small study, took off his coat, placed the Vampire Hand Axe hidden in his sleeve on the desk, and took off his gun holster, hanging it on the wall along with the newly bought antique replica rapier.

Charlotte lay on the sofa and practiced Bloody Glory for a while.

This was something the previous owner did every day. Since he had transmigrated, he had been restless and too busy with work, so he hadn't practiced for some time.

Now that life had finally settled down, Charlotte decided to spend some time practicing this extraordinary secret technique every day from now on.

Hundreds of years ago, when the Great Human Philosopher Protagoras was young, his beloved wife was abducted by the Blood Kindred, her fate unknown. Grief-stricken, he swore to create a secret technique to slaughter all Blood Kindred in the world.

This Great Human Philosopher traveled the world, learned dozens of skills, and even went deep into Blood Kindred territory, fighting countless Blood Kindred masters. Later, he spent forty-five years in secluded cultivation on Mount Jogel, the highest peak in the Old Continent, before finally creating the secret method of Bloody Glory.

Bloody Glory is divided into two parts: the Protagoras Breathing Method and the Blood Feast Meditation Technique.

The Protagoras Breathing Method can temper thirteen Blood Kindred secret points and condense thirteen Bloody Vortexes; the Blood Feast Meditation Technique can nurture thirteen Mystical Runes, allowing the practitioner to possess thirteen strange abilities.

With this secret method, Protagoras single-handedly slaughtered thousands of Blood Kindred, and even wiped out six of the Blood Kindred's thirty-seven clans, leaving only thirty-one. During his most renowned period, he could stop Blood Kindred infants from crying at night.

In his later years, Protagoras selflessly dedicated this secret method to four universities: Royal Hogwich University, Hartingen University of Thunder and Storms, Sheffield University, and Gorgia University.

It was precisely because of this Great Human Philosopher's selflessness that Charlotte, as a student of Sheffield University, had the opportunity to practice this secret method.

The strange breathing method created by Protagoras made Charlotte's restless blood resonate with each breath, creating a surging tide-like feeling.

This was the first time Charlotte had been immersed in cultivation since transmigrating.

Protagoras once wrote a sentence in the secret scroll he penned: The Blood Kindred have thirty-seven clans. Bloody Glory can theoretically condense thirty-seven Bloody Vortexes. It is only regrettable that I could not fully explore the mysteries of this method. I hope future scholars can complete it.

Theoretically, by condensing one Bloody Vortex, one can attempt to nurture a rune through meditation, thereby gaining a strange skill.

In reality, most people who practice Bloody Glory only begin to practice the Blood Feast Meditation Technique after condensing seven or eight Bloody Vortexes. Many fail to successfully meditate on any rune throughout their entire lives, and only a very few can cultivate one or two Mystical Runes and gain extraordinary abilities.

Charlotte had only condensed one Bloody Vortex in his glabella and was able to obtain the Insight rune, which was quite inexplicable and purely due to exceptionally good luck.

The power of Insight subtly emanated as Bloody Glory was refined.

Even with his eyes closed, Charlotte could sense everything in the small study from a distance.

The fluctuations of Bloody Glory swept over the Vampire Hand Axe placed on the desk.

This exclusive weapon of the Blood Kindred produced a subtle resonance with the Bloody Glory within him.

Charlotte went with the flow, surging the Bloody Glory within him and extending it outwards.

The Vampire Hand Axe trembled slightly, suddenly producing an infinite thirst, frantically devouring Charlotte's Bloody Glory.

Charlotte did not open his eyes, allowing it to absorb his blood energy. He was very curious to see what strange changes this Vampiric Weapon would undergo after being infused with Bloody Glory.

More than ten minutes later, the Vampire Hand Axe, having absorbed enough, suddenly sent back a strange blood energy. Just as Charlotte was delighted, the diary hidden on the bookshelf seemed to be pulled by the aura, leaping out and floating in the air, its pages flipping rapidly.

A majestic voice, coming from a distant, unknown place, echoed directly in his mind: "How are you still alive?"

"Mortal, you actually deceived me!"

Charlotte's heart was filled with horror, his limbs cold. He had no idea what was happening.

Since returning from Senis, he had never looked through the original owner's diary, always worried about getting involved with the Evil God again. Now, he finally didn't have to worry...

The Evil God hadn't gone far!

Facing a desperate situation, Charlotte was unwilling to surrender and be slaughtered. Just as he was about to grab the Vampire Hand Axe and resist stubbornly, large patches of rolling black energy suddenly appeared on his body, exhaling an evil aura that didn't belong to this world. An endless corridor appeared before his eyes. A monster over three meters tall, completely red as if it had no skin, carrying a giant warhammer, slowly walked out of the void.

The majestic voice echoed throughout the world, mixed with infinite rage: "Mortal, you even dare to collude with Agmilas to oppose me... He is just a mere overseas Evil God..." The evil aura emanating from the diary swept towards the monster in the endless corridor. The majestic voice announced the start of the battle: "Agmilas! You are only a tiny wisp of lingering thought, yet you still want to stop me?"

The monster, over three meters tall, carrying a giant warhammer, and completely red as if it had no skin, suddenly roared towards the sky like a primeval beast. The endless corridors layered upon each other, erupting with vast Fel Energy beyond human imagination, attempting to stop the other Evil God from trying to descend through the diary.

Two powerful forces clashed fiercely, using Charlotte's consciousness as the battlefield, like heavenly thunder igniting earthly fire.

Charlotte couldn't help but scream. His brain felt as if a wedge had been mercilessly driven into it, the pain unbearable.

In just an instant, it exceeded the limit of his endurance. His consciousness was torn to shreds by the two powerful Fel Energies, and he felt as if the world no longer existed.

The originally ordinary diary, with countless pages flying everywhere, its cover constantly bulging, sometimes showing a castle, sometimes an endless corridor, sometimes a majestic middle-aged man sitting on a luxurious chair, and sometimes a monster completely red with no skin. A blood-flame hand reached out from the diary, and then a giant warhammer scattered it...

After an unknown amount of time, in the messy room, only Charlotte Mecklen remained, lying on the ground, barely breathing.

Beside him was the diary with a completely black cover. On the ground was a line of bloody, scrawled handwriting: I will return and take the soul owed to me according to the contract.