"Labyrinth of Agmiras" Author: Charlot Mecklenburg

A fragment of consciousness suddenly gave rise to a thought: Who am I?

Countless fragments of consciousness were immediately drawn in and gathered together, giving rise to a second thought: I am Charlot Mecklenburg!

A third thought arose: No, I am Huang Haisheng.

As these three thoughts appeared in succession, more and more fragments of consciousness converged. The memories belonging to two people intertwined and blended together, but one dominant consciousness quickly suppressed all the chaotic, alien thoughts: I am Huang Haisheng. I transmigrated into this world and took someone else's place as Sherlock Mecklen. The memories belonging to the two people instantly became distinct, and the consciousness representing Huang Haisheng unhesitatingly devoured the other set of memories.

Charlot slowly opened his eyes. His head felt as though it were splitting apart, and every inch of his body was unbearably miserable, as if he had just endured brutal torture.

Yet at this very moment, his mind was incomparably clear. Whether they were Huang Haisheng's memories or Charlot Mecklenburg's, everything, down to the smallest detail, was laid out before him. Even the most trivial things came back to him. He even remembered every word of the Chinese and English Huang Haisheng had mastered, as well as the seven Old Continent languages Charlot Mecklenburg had mastered, as clearly as if he had just memorized them.

He remembered that cultivating Bloody Glory had drawn down the evil god Charlot Mecklenburg had once summoned. That was not even the worst part. The arrival of that evil god had manifested the lingering consciousness of Agmilas, the overseas evil god he had accidentally come into contact with not long ago. The force released when the two evil gods clashed had blasted his consciousness into fragments.

Charlot had no idea how he had managed to gather his consciousness again and recover, but he had no time to think about that. His body was simply in too terrible a state.

Charlot pressed a hand against the floor and struggled to his feet. Trembling, he poured himself a glass of water and forced himself to drink it. His mind cleared considerably.

Too terrifying!

Are the evil gods of this world really this terrifying?

Even after all this time, that diary could still attract an evil god!

I merely touched that ancient painting a little, and I could be contaminated by its lingering consciousness!?

Wouldn't ordinary people have no chance of survival at all if they encountered an evil god?

If they hadn't started fighting...

I definitely would have died.

Unable to fully control his body yet, Charlot dropped heavily onto the sofa and suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

A few minutes later, he cried out in horror, What's going on?

The Insight rune between his brows had become countless times more complex than before, faintly forming the shape of an eye. Insight's range had also expanded from a sphere with a radius of fifteen paces to more than a hundred paces. All of Champs-Élysées Avenue Number 58 lay beneath the coverage of his supernatural ability. From a bird's-eye view to an overhead view, from east to west, from south to north, he could adjust the angle of view at will.

It took Charlot roughly half an hour to accept a notion known to every native of the Old Continent!

Summoning an evil god—danger and opportunity coexisted.

Looking directly at an evil god would bring a drastic increase in spirituality!

Unrestrained increases in spirituality through irregular means would lead to madness, death, and annihilation!

But if one endured it, the increased spirituality would become a gift from the evil god.

It was an exceedingly dangerous and deeply ironic reward.

Having looked directly at two evil gods without dying, Charlot's spirituality had received an unparalleled boost. His Insight supernatural ability had also been amplified more than tenfold as a result.

Ordinarily, one would need to cultivate Bloody Glory for decades and possess exceptionally profound attainments in the Blood Feast Meditation Method before raising the Insight rune to the point where it condensed into the shape of an eye.

After quite a while, Charlot's headache finally eased to a bearable level. He also remembered that this was not the first time he had looked directly at an evil god...

That explained why Bloody Glory had been improving every day since he returned from Senis.

At the sight of the diary on the floor, Charlot's heart suddenly lurched.

This time, he did not shrink back. The evil gods had already come, after all.

They were already here...

So it no longer mattered.

Charlot picked up the notebook. At the light touch of his fingers, a line of writing appeared on its pitch-black cover: "Labyrinth of Agmiras" Author: Charlot Mecklenburg.

He was deeply astonished. He had no idea why the diary had become "Labyrinth of Agmiras," nor why he had become its author.

He opened the first page. The original diary entries had all vanished, leaving not a single word on the page. Instead, a labyrinth had been drawn there.

When his finger touched the page, a thought surfaced: Charlot Mecklenburg summoned Carnstein, progenitor of the vampires, and defeated a wisp of evil thought from the Labyrinth Evil God of the Agres Sea. He sealed it within the diary, transforming it into a volume titled "Labyrinth of Agmiras," containing fifteen pages and fifteen labyrinths. If the author could not master the fifteen labyrinths within the allotted time and draw the sixteenth labyrinth to prove himself, he would lose his status as author, and "Labyrinth of Agmiras" would devour his soul. Countdown: 256 days, 21 hours, and 3 minutes 17 seconds!

Damn it!

This isn't over yet?

How am I supposed to master these fifteen labyrinths!?

He pondered it for a long while but still had no clue. He tossed the diary onto the desk in deep despair. When he saw the words on the floor that looked as if they had been written in blood, he could not help rubbing them with his foot. Yet they would not come off. Those blood-red words seemed branded into the floorboards.

Charlot decided to replace the carpet tomorrow and cover up the writing. Otherwise, if a guest came by, he would have a hard time explaining where it had come from.

Was he supposed to tell people that it had been left behind by an evil god?

Charlot suddenly felt a little hungry.

He knew this was because his spirituality had abruptly risen, draining too much from his body. He needed to replenish his energy. He went to the dining room, took a croissant, and ate it, but he was still hungry, so he took another. Before he knew it, he had eaten all the croissants he had bought that day.

After Charlot ate the last croissant and drank some water, he felt slightly better. Then he discovered that the water tank in the room was empty. He thought to himself, I should find time to return to the university and ask the professors how to master the Agmilas Labyrinth.

The university professors are protected by the Goddess. Surely they won't fear these evil gods.

Sheffield University worshipped Lady Black Moon. The main reason Charlot Mecklenburg had chosen that university in the first place was—this was now the Era of the Black Moon!

This was the time when the Goddess's power was at its strongest!

Charlot went out into the yard, drew some water from the well, and splashed his face with cold water. Then he filled the water tank, returned to his room, set it down, and only then began sorting through the memories that had become clear.

He still could not remember the period before Huang Haisheng's death, but he did "recall" how Charlot Mecklenburg had courted death and summoned an evil god.

The Blood Feast Meditation Technique founded by Protagoras involved meditating upon the thirty-seven vampire progenitors, cutting them apart one by one, turning them into a feast, and eating them.

With its incomparably complex meditation procedures and bloody scenes, it could be called... the most vicious among humanity's many secret arts!

At least nine vampire progenitors had ascended to become evil gods in ancient times, so the Blood Feast Meditation Method generally required practitioners to avoid those nine vampire progenitors. If one insisted on meditating upon them, it was equivalent to—summoning an evil god.