Emperor's Diary (Monday: Please Bookmark and Recommend)

The general description of this item was much the same as what bartender Sanchi had recorded in his notebook, but at the end, there was additional information about the glove's negative effects.

"Wearing this glove for extended periods—more than 48 consecutive hours—will make the user cold-blooded. Wearing it continuously for over ten days will erase the user's conscience, and this cannot be reversed. In addition, while wearing this item, animals will dislike you, especially those with stronger spiritual perception, such as cats, dogs, and horses. Their reactions will be even more intense."

So if I wear the Shadow Glove, stray dogs might chase after me and bite me, right? Sifa wiped his face and forced the twitching corners of his mouth back into calmness.

Overall, this weapon's negative effects were relatively mild. As long as he did not wear it continuously for more than 48 hours, it basically would not alter his temperament.

As for being disliked by animals, Sifa did not care. He did not keep cats anyway. At most, he simply would not ride horses or take horse-drawn carriages while wearing it. It was not a big deal.

Based on those considerations, Sifa felt there was no need to seal it. Strengthening it, on the other hand, was something to look forward to.

Holding the Book of Mysteries, he issued the strengthening command. A new line of information appeared on the pages.

"To strengthen this item requires 12 Dimension Crystals. Continue?"

As expected, strengthening cost considerably more than appraisal. That was only natural, since it could affect a mystical item's effects and power.

Continue!

At once, Sifa was left with only 17 Dimension Crystals.

Then, the seven-colored glimmers rippling around the illusory tome suddenly flowed and spread like water. They streamed over Sifa's body and converged upon the glove on his hand.

In the blink of an eye, the Shadow Glove was enveloped in light. Three-dimensional patterns and symbols with wondrous designs emerged across its surface.

A moment later, the light began to fade, while an arcane symbol had appeared on the glove. Staring at it gave one the sensation of one's mind constantly sinking into depravity.

Sifa hurriedly looked away and discovered that the Book of Mysteries had made slight changes to the information on the Shadow Glove.

"Upon attacking, there is a 10% chance of summoning a Shadow Fist."

"In darkness or shadows, the summoning chance becomes 50%, and the Shadow Fist transforms into Shadow Combo."

There had been no specific figures in the previous information. Now there were, and in particular environments, the Shadow Fist even became Shadow Combo.

This, this was a pay-to-win upgrade!

Satisfied, Sifa took off the Shadow Glove, then turned the Book of Mysteries to the message page and found that the information had been updated.

Bookmarks: 300+

Record: Your adventure chronicle has received over 300 bookmarks and follows. You have gained one use of the Message Board.

Great, he could use the Message Board once more.

Sifa read on and found that a Watcher had already answered the question he had raised earlier.

"Some JO-level creature that has given up thinking: Abraham? When Tudor advanced to Sequence 0, he took the Hunter Pathway's Sequence 1 ***************"

"No_Words: His name is *******, not Abraham."

Well, damn.

This was getting slapped in the face by people beyond the dimensions. It seemed Watchers could make mistakes sometimes too. He had to keep that in mind. He should read as much of the Watchers' information as possible so he would not be led astray or misled.

"ID 160809145813508: The ancestor of the Abraham Family was only one step away from becoming a True God, but later the entire family was cursed. The rest is not something you can know. The Solomon Empire once ruled the North Continent."

As Sifa read this far, he began to feel a headache. His temples throbbed again and again. He knew that the earlier appraisal, strengthening, and his current reading had already consumed too much of his spirituality. He could not hold on any longer.

He decisively shut the illusory tome, dismissing the summon. He would have to wait until next time to read the remaining replies.

Still, he had gained a great deal this time.

His greatest gain was naturally the Mystic Artisan. For that, he had to thank the three Faceless Watchers. Without them, he could not have obtained this new function.

He had only seen two replies on the Message Board, but even just part of the message from the Watcher with the long string of numbers was enough to shock Sifa.

The ancestor of the Abraham Family had actually been only one step away from becoming a True God!

So Mother's teacher had such an extraordinary background.

But that family had been cursed. Whoever could curse such a powerful family was certainly no ordinary figure. No wonder that Watcher had said the rest was not something he could know.

Enduring his headache, Sifa lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting.

Was Mother unwilling to speak of that family because of the curse, worried that it might bring unnecessary trouble, or even catastrophe?

He turned over and saw the Creation Myth he had brought back from Mother's cottage last time. With nothing else to do, Sifa picked it up, opened it to where he had last stopped, and continued reading.

As he flipped through it, a yellowed page suddenly fell out.

Sifa casually picked it up, thinking it was merely a note or annotation Mother had made. But when he inadvertently glanced at the words on the page, he froze. Forgetting his headache, he sprang straight up from the bed.

"Th-this is simplified Chinese?"

Sifa cried out in disbelief.

After checking repeatedly, he knew he had not seen wrong. They were indeed the simplified Chinese characters he had been familiar with in his previous life.

However, the writer seemed to have only just learned how to write. The handwriting was ugly, and some radicals and components nearly failed to fit together. Even an elementary school student could write better than this person.

Wait.

Could this be that emperor's diary?

Sifa remembered that in Lord of Mysteries, the only thing written in simplified Chinese was Emperor Roselle's Diary, one of the most valuable things in the Tarot Club!

At that thought, he hurriedly sat back down and began reading.

"January 10th, 1184. Miss Copperfield expressed affection for me and hinted that I could pursue her. Her mother, Mrs. Flonard, is absolutely a knockout. As her daughter, Miss Copperfield is also very beautiful, but how could I do such a thing? I'm not that kind of person!"

"January 11th. Miss Copperfield was truly too passionate in bed."

Sifa suddenly felt the muscles on his face twitch. So this was what kind of emperor you were!

"January 6th. My foolish children finally listened to me and began trying to act, breaking free from those charlatans' nonsense. Damn it, I'll drive all those charlatans away. At the very least, I'll keep them far from my children and stop their stupidity from infecting them."

"September 25th. Miss Ithaca brought her friend to see me. Miss Harper is also charming, and even younger. I've begun to miss my youth."

Although this page contained only a few short diary entries, with no continuous information between them, it still allowed Sifa a glimpse into the life of this legendary emperor.

Well, Emperor Roselle's life could only be described as extremely fulfilling.

Ahem, he was getting off topic. As he remembered, that transmigrator from Tingen was also collecting items related to Emperor Roselle's Diary.

Perhaps...

Sifa stood up and left the bedroom with the page in hand. He planned to find Enilu and ask whether Mother had any similar items.