"Are you looking for me..."

As soon as he heard the voice, Derrick froze, his skin tensed, and his hair stood up.

Why is he behind me?

How did he appear in my room?

Where is the seal?

What about the effects of that magical item?

Derrick's forehead was covered with sweat, and he subconsciously turned his head to look back.

But his instinct prevented him from doing so.

This book was inspired by the teachings of the "Monster Common Sense" class in Silver City and some strange scenes he experienced after joining the patrol team:

When someone talks behind you, don't turn around!

Derrick raised his hands, clenched them into fists in front of his chest, and then, in high alert, he slowly, bit by bit, half turned his body.

The room was filled with deep darkness, making it impossible to see anything. However, a golden light expanded in each of Derrick's eyes and turned into two miniature suns.

With the help of the ability of "Prayer for Light", he saw a dark shadow sitting quietly on the edge of his bed.

The black shadow quickly became clear, revealing a head that was split vertically!

In the middle of the head, two gray-white brains were wriggling as if they had life, trying to get closer to each other but unable to do so.

On the cross-section of the brain, sticky fluid hung down like thin threads, shrinking upwards like maggots.

The eyes were set far apart on each side, and the nose was split in the middle, with a bright red color.

The left half of the mouth was open, while the right half was tightly closed.

This horrible monster had a naked body covered with dark red wounds.

The countless wounds opened up hideously, revealing rows of white teeth. They spoke the same words in no particular order:

"Are you looking for me..."

It paused, and the corners of its mouth and the edges of its wound all curled up:

"Look, am I normal..."

Derrick's pupils suddenly contracted, and without thinking, he raised his clenched fists in front of his chest and placed them under his chin, as if praying.

The small room suddenly became bright, and a pure beam of light wrapped in flames fell from the roof and hit the monster.

This beam of light was not as powerful as when Derrick used it outside the round tower, because the seal and magical items here separated the inside and the outside.

But at this moment, Derrick was shocked to see that the holy beam of light he had prayed for suddenly became thicker and brighter, making him want to close his eyes.

Faintly, something purer and thicker separated out from the magnificent column of light, like a man of light without facial features and clothes!

The "light man" flashed suddenly and pounced on the monster.

All of the monster's "mouths" suddenly opened, as if letting out a shrill scream.

However, Derrick heard nothing.

The monster began to tremble violently, and quickly fell apart under the burning and shining of the "light man", disappearing like melting.

When it was almost transparent, a phantom suddenly appeared there strangely. The phantom was wearing a black classical robe and a pointed hat!

The phantom had black eyes, black pupils, a broad forehead, a thin face, and wore a single eye carved out of crystal.

As soon as he appeared, the "light man" suddenly exploded, and Derrick's eyes were filled with white light.

When he regained his sight, he found that he was outside the room without knowing when, in a corridor inlaid with metal lamp stands, illuminated by dim light.

He turned his head blankly, looked into the room, and saw the back of a tall and strong man wearing dark trousers and a brown coat.

In front of the back, Derrick's originally sleepy body, a little bit of morning light quickly condensed on a white leg bone, turning it into a pure white sharp straight sword.

Next to the straight sword, a translucent little bug was lying quietly.

It is only as long as a thumb and almost as slender as a child's little finger, and is divided into many sections by rings of completely transparent color.

Derrick glanced at it and didn't count the rings carefully, but he vaguely felt that there were about ten.

The tall figure with his back to him reached out and picked up the strange translucent insect. He turned around and sighed:

“Almost…”

At this time, Derrick finally saw the front of the tall figure clearly:

His hair was gray and unkempt, looking quite messy. He had deep nasolabial folds, but no wrinkles at the corners of his eyes or forehead. There were some old scars on his cheeks, some deep and some twisted.

He was wearing a linen shirt underneath and a leather belt with many compartments around his waist. His light blue eyes were deep and experienced, and he looked like a book full of stories.

Derrick was stunned at first, then he spoke in surprise as if his life was in danger:

"Your Excellency the Chief!"

Standing in front of him was the "chief" of the Silver City's "Six-Man Council", the powerful "Demon Hunter" Colin Iliad who was over a hundred years old!

Colin nodded slightly and said:

"We have always known that there is something wrong with him, but in order to find out what the purpose of that man named Amon is and what kind of weirdness he has, we deliberately did not eliminate him directly. Instead, we locked him up at the bottom of the round tower and sealed him under the influence of magical items. We also often let some Beyonders who only have the precursors of losing control live next to him and talk to him to see if we can induce some abnormal changes in him and get what we want to know.

Unfortunately, until today, he was normal, but too normal.

Why do you think he suddenly changed and tried to break through the seal? Why do you feel you are different from others? "

It turns out that they deliberately arranged for me to live next door to the former captain of the exploration team... Derrick was silent for a few seconds after realizing something and said:

"Perhaps it's because my extraordinary path is different from others. Sequence 9 'Praise Singer', Sequence 8 'Prayer of Light'."

That is the "Sun" pathway... If Mr. "The Hanged Man" is right, and the Amon family is the descendant of the ancient sun god, then it is normal for me to let him mutate... Derrick felt that he had grasped a certain truth.

Colin listened without changing his expression. He looked Derrick up and down for a few seconds and said:

"We have been monitoring him, and the members of the 'Six-Man Council' have been taking turns to be in charge, but we didn't expect that he would suddenly change without any warning, and his actions were very decisive and resolute.

What did you do in the room?"

Derrick was thinking about the relationship between the "Sun" path and the descendants of the ancient sun god, and for a moment he didn't react to what the "Chief" was asking.

After he understood, his head was still a little numb, and he tried hard to recall what he had just done.

I did nothing but knock on the partition wall, trying to communicate with him... Before this, before this, I was attending a Tarot party... Tarot party! Derrick was suddenly stunned, thinking that things might not be as simple as he imagined.

He knew that he couldn't tell the "Chief" what he was thinking, but he didn't know what kind of expression to make. He could only maintain his usual lonely and reserved silence and said thoughtfully:

“I knocked on that wall, three times.

Before this, the candles in my room went out, and in darkness, I tried to practice some of my extraordinary abilities. "

Colin looked into Derrick's eyes quietly, and after more than ten seconds he said:

"Unfortunately, what Amon left in his soul was not his true body, and the incident happened too suddenly, so we were unable to obtain the desired result...

Before he changed, did you notice anything unusual? "

“No.” Derrick shook his head with certainty.

Two complex dark green symbols suddenly appeared in Colin's eyes, and Derrick's figure was reflected between them.

After a silence of nearly ten seconds, the Silver City "chief" closed his eyes and said:

"Your condition has stabilized. You don't need any further treatment. You can go home."

Derrick was stunned and said:

"OK."

He watched as Demon Hunter Colin Iliad turned and entered the room, picked up the pure white, sharp straight sword, and examined it over and over again.

He took a deep breath and walked along the aisle towards the exit, where he met the guards who were arriving one after another.

He walked back home slowly and closed the door. He carefully observed his surroundings for a while, sat on the edge of the bed, and recited softly:

"Fool who does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious master above the gray fog, you are the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

"I just went through a terrible thing..."

Derrick recounted everything that had happened before, and mentioned his two guesses.

After doing all this, he felt much more at ease.

As the tension subsided, he felt extremely tired, so he lay down and quickly fell asleep.

In the quiet and dim room, flashes of lightning sometimes illuminate everything and sometimes disappear into the darkness.

The index finger of Derrick's right hand suddenly moved on its own while he was sleeping, and he tapped the bed surface leisurely.

One, two, three...

…………

After the tarot party, due to the high spiritual consumption, Klein did not go to divine the "werewolf" extraordinary characteristics and the biological toxin bottle. He went straight back to the real world and took a nap. He woke up twenty minutes later and opened the curtains, allowing the brilliant light that penetrated the mist to bring some light to the room.

Sitting in the chair in front of the desk, Klein calmed down and thought about what he had to do recently:

“The most important thing is to continue summarizing the ‘Magician’s Code’ and make adjustments based on subtle spiritual feedback.

Although the rules such as 'don't perform unprepared', 'need a stage for the performance', and 'be good at completing the performance by distracting other people's attention' are all fine for the time being, if I 'perform' again and again and adjust myself bit by bit, sooner or later I will digest the potion to the point where I can be promoted. However, this kind of performance is not sufficient, and it lacks some important 'rules', which will slow down the digestion process and make it incomplete. It may take a year, or even two or three years to be promoted.

And Ince Zangwill will not stay here and wait for me! Only if I become a High Sequence as soon as possible will I be qualified to take revenge!

Therefore, exploring other 'magician' codes is the first task in the future, starting with verifying whether the 'audience's applause' can pry open one's own spirituality and thus better digest the potion. "

Just as Klein was thinking quietly, he suddenly heard illusory layers of prayers in his ears.