Agmilas's Maze

A fragment of consciousness suddenly had a thought: Who am I?

Immediately, countless fragments of consciousness were drawn in, gathering together, giving birth to a second thought: "I am Charlot Mecklenburg!"

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

As these three thoughts appeared in succession, more and more fragments of consciousness converged. The memories belonging to the two people intertwined and mixed, but soon a dominant consciousness suppressed the various chaotic thoughts: "I am Huang Haisheng, who transmigrated to this world and replaced someone to become Charlot Mecklenburg." The memories belonging to the two people instantly became distinct, and the consciousness representing Huang Haisheng swallowed the other set of memories without hesitation.

Charlotte slowly opened his eyes, feeling a splitting headache and extreme discomfort all over his body, as if he had just endured cruel torture.

Yet, at this very moment, his mind was incredibly clear. Whether it was the memories belonging to Huang Haisheng or Charlot Mecklenburg, everything, no matter how trivial, was laid out, even the most minute details were recalled. Even the two languages Huang Haisheng was proficient in, Chinese and English, and the seven Old Continent languages Charlot Mecklenburg was fluent in – every single word was as clear as if he had just memorized it.

He remembered that cultivating Bloody Glory had triggered the descent of an Evil God that Charlot Mecklenburg had previously summoned. This wasn't the worst part; the descent of this Evil God had caused the residual thought of the overseas Evil God Agmilas, which he had accidentally been contaminated by not long ago, to materialize. The energy from the clash of the two Evil Gods had severely shattered his consciousness.

Charlotte didn't even know how he managed to reassemble his consciousness and recover, but he had no time to think about it. His body was in terrible condition.

Charlotte reached out and pressed his hand against the ground, struggling to stand up. Trembling, he poured himself a glass of water and forced himself to drink it. His mind cleared up considerably.

"This is terrifying!"

"Are the Evil Gods in this world really this terrifying?"

"It's been so long, and that diary can still attract an Evil God!"

"I just slightly touched that ancient painting and I could be contaminated by its residual consciousness!?"

"Wouldn't ordinary people have no chance of survival if they encountered an Evil God?"

"If they hadn't started fighting..."

"I would definitely be dead."

Charlotte, whose body he still couldn't fully control, plopped down onto the sofa and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

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

The Insight rune on his brow was infinitely more complex than before, faintly forming the shape of an eye. The range of Insight had also expanded from a sphere with a radius of fifteen steps to over a hundred steps. The entire 58 Champs-Élysées Avenue was covered by the ability. He could adjust the perspective freely, from a bird's-eye view to a top-down view, from east to west, from south to north.

About half an hour later, Charlotte finally accepted a concept well-known to the natives of the Old Continent!

Summoning Evil Gods – danger and opportunity coexist.

Looking directly at an Evil God can lead to a rapid increase in spirituality!

Unrestricted and unconventional increases in spirituality can lead to madness, death, and annihilation!

But if you resist, the increased spirituality is a gift from the Evil God.

This is an extremely dangerous, yet highly ironic, gain.

Surviving looking directly at two Evil Gods allowed Charlotte's spirituality to receive an unparalleled boost, and the Insight ability was amplified by more than ten times as a result.

Generally speaking, it would take decades of cultivating Bloody Glory and having extremely profound cultivation in the Blood Feast Meditation Technique to elevate the Insight rune to the point where it solidified into the shape of an eye.

After a long while, Charlotte's headache finally subsided to a bearable level, and he also remembered that this wasn't the first time he had looked directly at an Evil God...

This explained why his Bloody Glory had been improving every day since returning from Senis.

Looking at the diary on the floor, Charlotte's heart suddenly jumped.

This time, he didn't flinch. After all, an Evil God had already been here.

Since they'd already come...

It didn't matter anymore.

Charlotte picked up the notebook. As his finger lightly touched it, a line of text appeared on the dark cover: The Labyrinth of Agmilas. Author: Charlot Mecklenburg.

He was deeply surprised. He didn't know how the diary had turned into The Labyrinth of Agmilas, or how he had become the author.

He opened the first page. The original diary entries were all gone. There wasn't a single word on the page, but instead, a labyrinth was drawn.

His finger touched the page, and a consciousness arose: Charlot Mecklenburg summoned the Blood Kindred progenitor Carnstein, defeating a wisp of evil thought from the labyrinth Evil God from the Agres Sea. It was collected into the diary, transforming into a volume of The Labyrinth of Agmilas, totaling fifteen pages, depicting fifteen labyrinths. If the author cannot skillfully master these fifteen labyrinths within the specified time and draw the sixteenth labyrinth to prove himself, he will lose his status as author and be devoured soul by The Labyrinth of Agmilas. Countdown: 256 days, 21 hours, and seventeen seconds!

"Damn it!"

"This isn't over yet?"

"How am I supposed to master these fifteen labyrinths!?"

He pondered for a while, still without a clue. He threw the diary onto the desk, feeling deep despair. Seeing the writing on the floor that looked like it was written in blood, he couldn't help but try to rub it away with his foot, but it wouldn't come off. The bloody writing was like it was branded onto the floor.

Charlotte decided to get a new carpet tomorrow to cover up the writing. Otherwise, if a guest came over, it would be hard to explain its origin.

Was he supposed to tell people: This was left behind by a certain Evil God?

Charlotte suddenly felt a little hungry.

He knew this was because his spirituality had increased dramatically, and his body had consumed too much energy, needing replenishment. He went to the dining room, grabbed a croissant, and ate it, but still felt hungry, so he took another. Before he knew it, he had eaten all the croissants he had bought today.

After eating the last croissant, Charlotte drank a little more water and felt slightly better. He noticed that the water tank in the room was empty. He thought to himself: "I should make time to go back to the university and ask the professors how to master the Labyrinth of Agmilas?"

"The professors at the university are protected by a goddess, so they probably won't be afraid of these Evil Gods."

Sheffield University worshipped Lady Black Moon. The main reason Charlot Mecklenburg had chosen this university back then was because – it was currently the Black Moon Era!

This was the time when the goddess's power was strongest!

Charlotte went out into the yard, drew some water from the well, washed his face with cold water, then filled the water tank. He returned to his room, put down the water tank, and only then began to sort through his clearer memories.

He still couldn't remember the period before Huang Haisheng's death, but he did "recall" how Charlot Mecklenburg had courted death by summoning an Evil God.

The Blood Feast Meditation Technique, founded by Protagoras, involved meditating on the thirty-seven progenitors of the Blood Kindred and cutting them up one by one to make a feast to be eaten.

The complexity of the meditation steps and the bloody scene made it... the most ferocious among the many secret techniques of the human race!

At least nine Blood Kindred progenitors had ascended to Evil God status in ancient times. Therefore, the Blood Feast Meditation Technique generally required avoiding these nine Blood Kindred progenitors. If one were to forcefully meditate on them, it would be equivalent to – summoning an Evil God.