Wayne didn't say anything. He swallowed to calm himself down. He held his breath and looked at William's palm. The light disappeared in a flash, so fast that he almost thought it was an illusion.
When Wayne heard the urban legend, he had a premonition that the world was not as simple as it seemed.
The scene just now undoubtedly confirmed his guess.
Too bad, as an ordinary person, Wayne sensed the malice from the world. Rather than the unknown magical style, he hoped that everyone was as ordinary as him.
Unless, he is not ordinary either.
The Book of Greed!
At this moment, Wayne was more eager than ever to open the book.
"Who branded you?"
Faced with William's questioning, Abel's expression became even more confused. After a moment, he thought of something, but when he started to speak, the mark of the death believer on the back of his hand suddenly changed.
Four tentacles extend from the left and right sides of the inverted triangle symbol, with bared fangs and claws, like a simplified black spider.
The symbol was deeply engraved in the bone marrow and even the soul. It was far from being as simple as a superficial tattoo. The eight spider legs spread like poison along the blood vessels, spreading rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, occupying the entire arm.
Abel groaned in pain, as if he was resisting and struggling. His facial features were twisted together, and the more he struggled, the more painful it became. At this moment, let alone speaking, even breathing became extremely difficult.
William tightened his five fingers, holding Abel's wrist tightly like an iron clamp. The warm light lit up again, dispelling the darkness and driving back the eight spider legs.
Abel's moans soon became comfortable. At the same time, the Book of Greed expressed its desire again, making Wayne greedy.
Too bad, it was William.
Thanks to William's help, Abel's pain was greatly reduced and he recovered to the state of dementia. He started to talk in a slurred voice about a party in the warehouse area.
Abel didn't know much. He was not familiar with the Cult of Death. To be precise, he was not even a peripheral member. He was a believer who was developed incorrectly.
Due to years of hard work, his steps were unsteady, his eyes were dull, and his skinny body looked lifeless. He was noticed by nearby believers of the goddess of death and mistakenly entered the warehouse area stronghold.
The other side had more people and more power, so Abel did not dare to resist. After drinking a glass of black rum, the mark of a follower of the Goddess of Death appeared on the back of his hand.
The information Abel provided was dispensable. Only the warehouse area base was worth further investigation. Under William's questioning, Abel mentioned a few more names.
Among them, the name of dock worker Pluto caught the attention of several people.
Mrs. Reiner, Abel, and Pluto are all connected to each other. The aura of a Death Walker on Mrs. Reiner is most likely from Pluto. Even if he is not a real Death Walker, he will be an important clue.
"Let's go to the warehouse area!"
Veronica made a prompt decision and walked out of the house with the black cat in her arms.
William knocked Abel unconscious, grabbed a blanket and covered him with it, then turned around and chased after him.
Wayne was stunned on the spot. His intuition told him that it was dangerous to go there. He would definitely regret it if he went, but if he didn't go...
You will regret it even more!
Thinking about this dangerous world and the book of greed that could not be opened, he gritted his teeth and followed.
"Shall we go to the warehouse district now?"
On the street, Wayne glanced at his watch and said anxiously, "It's getting late. It will be dark when we get to the warehouse area."
It took a lot of time to rush from the dock to Abel's apartment and then return to the warehouse area near the dock. Wayne didn't admit it, but deep down he was very resistant to the night in London. If possible, he hoped to set off tomorrow morning.
William saw through Wayne's thoughts and slapped him on the shoulder. His big hand was broad and strong, with amazing heat. He also pinched it: "I think you have already seen it. Yes, Veronica and I are both magicians, so the night is scary, but the moonlight will guide us, and we will be fine."
Just talk if you want to, why are you using your hands and feet?
Also, it’s understandable that the beautiful girl Veronica is a magician, but how can a muscular guy like you become a magician? Can’t you recruit people?
Feeling William's strong and warm hands, Wayne's eyelids twitched and he said dryly, "I've only read about magicians in novels. I heard it's difficult and requires a lot of talent. So... can I be a magician?"
"Okay, but first, you have to have your own beliefs." William said seriously.
"Shut up, you talk too much nonsense. Don't involve ordinary people." Veronica interrupted coldly.
"I know, but Wayne has been implicated. He is full of death energy, and the Death Walker has already found him..." William retorted, his voice getting smaller and smaller as he spoke.
It was obvious that he was afraid of Veronica.
Wayne's eyes widened. What did he mean by the strong aura of death? What did he mean by the death walker had set his sights on him? Please make it clear when talking about life and death.
"Don't be afraid. Once we wipe out the Death Cultist stronghold in the warehouse area, you will be safe from now on." William patted Wayne's shoulder again, and while Veronica wasn't paying attention, he shot a little light into Wayne's body.
Veronica glanced at William and said nothing.
…
In the taxi, Wayne said nothing, as if he was resting with his eyes closed, and flipped through the Book of Greed without anyone noticing.
The book is open!
William did not teach Wayne what magic is, but he set up a defensive magic on Wayne, a simple application of magic and faith, which was not complicated and protected Wayne from the threat of death at the critical moment.
Wayne didn't know this, and he didn't have time to know it. The moment the light entered his body, the Book of Greed swallowed it in one gulp, as if it had obtained a key, allowing Wayne to browse the contents of the book.
Nothing to see, mostly blank pages.
The good news is that Wayne's name is written on the first page of the Book of Greed. The bad news is that the book is too unfamiliar and is far from Wayne's original intention when he wrote the code.
Wayne didn't understand and could only complain that Jose had mixed in his own ideas, or that a bunch of bugs had led to new features.
When Wayne wrote the Book of Greed, he added a lot of settings, including title bonus, attribute doubling, immunity to all attributes, gods outside the domain, etc.
There is a setting called Sacrifice, which is used to sacrifice a player, obtain all the items in the other party’s package, and freeze the account for seven days.
It is simplistic, crude and unreasonable, which seriously affects the balance of the game. However, as an exclusive artifact for administrators, it is understandable that it is stronger, otherwise it will not be able to control the situation.
After all, it is the fourth disaster. If the administrator does not have enough dignity, he will be played by them and become a weakling with righteousness.
Now, the settings of the Book of Greed are mostly gray, and I don't know whether it is temporarily unavailable or permanently deleted. Even if there are some that slip through the net, the effect is not comparable to the original. Take sacrifice as an example, from the initial offering of a living being to the current signing of a contract with a living being.
Wayne tried, and his first choice was Veronica, but the signing failed, and his plan to enslave the magical girl fell through.
Afterwards he reluctantly changed to William, but still failed. Even the black cat Monica could not succeed.
Wayne could understand that he couldn't sign a contract with the magician or the magician's pet, he was too inexperienced and not qualified, but why was it that taxi drivers and passers-by on the street were also unable to sign a contract?
I finally activated the cheat code and was ready to do a great job, but the result was the same as if I hadn't activated it at all, and I even lost a magic!
Is it because the cheat code was too bad, or is it because the user is weak and incompetent?
The more Wayne thought about it, the more he felt he was losing. At this moment, the Book of Greed successfully captured a living being that could be signed.
No, it's a vengeful spirit!
A series of bloody codes appeared on the blank pages, and the contract was generated, waiting for Wayne's signature to confirm.
Wayne did not hesitate, and in the blink of an eye, he left his name on the contract.
[Humble prayer, resentful and wrongly dead, I hear your cries...
Under the witness of the sacred contract, everything you have belongs to me. You can keep your past but you will lose your future...
You have been given a chance to be reborn. You will become a spirit of vengeance, wielding the butcher knife for your own master, your own god, and for me.]
Wayne: (a`′a)
This guy, how should I put it, doesn't sound like a good person!
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