Chapter 382
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Screech!
The noise was as sharp as fingernails scratching against glass. It felt like needles were stabbing into Fang Xian's head.
He pressed his forehead and tried to suppress the agitation in his heart as he listened to the noise carefully.
Gradually.
The illusory black fog in front of him was finally broken through by something.
It was a terrifying giant bird that struck fear and despair in anyone who saw it.
Pitch-black flames weaved into its tattered feathers. On its enormous body, where the feathers couldn't cover, there was a layer of irregular filthy scales.
Its bat-like wings were spread open. They were obviously deformed, as if someone had broken them from the middle.
When the giant creature spread its wings, Fang Xian felt the ear-piercing screech in his ears become much clearer.
Faint murmurs could be heard coming from within.
"The bird with broken wings … Pain …
"Wake up … Wake up …"
Fang Xian was confused. He focused his eyes and saw Lov's figure. "What's wrong with me?"
"You suddenly fell into a delirious state. I almost thought you had lost your mind and couldn't be saved." Lov heaved a sigh of relief. However, his action was very inelegant. He raised his right hand high as if he was going to slap Fang Xian if he did not wake up.
"Lost my mind?"
Fang Xian mumbled. He recalled his state just now and realized that something was indeed wrong.
"This is a common experience for us investigators. Most of them can be cured, but some are permanent. They will become complete lunatics and can only be locked in the mental asylum at the back of the mountain …" Lov sighed.
"What … did I do just now?"
Fang Xian looked at his right hand. He was holding a pen.
"You were … writing!"
Lov pointed at a line. It was a sentence written in the blank space of his poem.
"The bird with broken wings is my name. I feed on your pain."
"The bird with broken wings feeds on pain?"
Fang Xian looked at Lov.
"Don't look at me. This is what you wrote. I don't think there is such a person in the files of the investigators …" Lov shook his head. "How do you feel now? Do you want a shot of tranquilizer? "
"I'm fine. I feel that … this is what we are looking for, that frequency, the method to transform mental power into a specific bullet and shoot it with the three lines of the poem … Of course, different guns require different bullets, so this modified mental power should only be suitable for the incantation of the three lines of the poem!"
Fang Xian expressed his feeling, "The 'power' contained in these three lines is similar to the 'Bird with Broken Wings' … It should be from the same source of power!"
"Why … do you think that they come from the same source of power instead of the bird with broken wings?" Lov asked a critical question solemnly.
"Intuition …" Fang Xian thought for a moment and said, "I feel that this bird is probably at the level of a servant … It's not even close to the level of a great being …"
"Your intuition … is a bit too high …" Lov had a conflicted look on his face. "You can foresee some scenes through synaesthesia? Accepting information that ordinary people can't … is too dangerous. "
"But … there will always be gains, right?"
Fang Xian smiled. "In the future … we will be able to use these spells to fight."
"No, no, its danger hasn't been proven yet … We still need a lot of research. In fact … unless it's really dangerous, we recommend investigators to use technology instead of supernatural power …"
Lov quickly shook his head.
"Alright … Experiment, experiment!"
Fang Xian was eager to try. "Do I need to use a spell?"
"Not for now. Your spirit is too excited. You need rest and another assessment of your intelligence." Lov put on a stern face and chased Fang Xian out of the lab.
…
"Sigh … Investigators are too cautious on the path of the supernatural …"
Lying in his room, Fang Xian sighed. "But the supernatural power in this world leans toward darkness. It's good to be cautious!"
He glanced at his attribute panel.
…
[Name: Fang Xian (Rocca)]
[Profession: Necromancer (Level Six – Nirvana)]
[Incantation: Immortal Poem, Bird with Broken Wings]
[Square Art:??? Taoism:??? Martial Arts:??? Martial Arts:???]
…
"As expected … it's been acknowledged. It's indeed supernatural power. Incantation? The path of this world? "
"There doesn't seem to be any concept of supernatural professions in this world. Investigators aren't supernatural professions, but the persistence of ordinary people … Do I have to search for evil organizations? "
"But most of them are chased and beaten by investigators, and they're even weaker …"
"I'm afraid … I have to accept that there are no specific supernatural professions in this world. Without professions, there are no clear systems and clear ways to improve … As expected, chaos and darkness are the main themes of supernatural power."
"That won't do. Do I have to create my own profession or system? Using incantations to fight and reciting poems … Is it called 'Bard'? Or 'Writer'? "
Fang Xian's imagination ran wild for a while. Then, he took a deep breath and recited softly, "Bird with Broken Wings is my name. Devour thy pain to feed my heart …"
There was silence in the room. Nothing was out of place.
"No reaction? No … It's my chanting that's not right … Bird with Broken Wings needs pain. My own pain! "
Fang Xian pinched himself hard.
At the moment of intense physical pain, he felt that his spiritual power had inexplicably changed.
It became sharper and darker … but it was easier to control.
If he recited the Immortal Poem at this time, he should be able to shoot his spiritual power out and hurt the enemy.
"But … the pain isn't enough. This level … Even Simpson can't compare to it …"
Fang Xian recalled again and found a problem. "I need more … pain! And … what's more painful than the physical is the pain of the spiritual! "
He had some desire in his heart. It seemed that he was ready to pursue this power at all costs, even if it meant hurting himself or destroying his own spirit.
In the darkness, there seemed to be an invisible eye that opened and murmured:
"Only pain can touch greatness!"
"Only darkness can touch the supernatural!"
"Come … Accept it … Strengthen it …"
"You shall obtain immortality!"
"Obtain my ass …" Fang Xian complained. His eyes instantly cleared up. He looked around and saw that everything was normal. He couldn't help but touch his chin. "That's not right … If I continue training like this, I'll really become a self-mutilating lunatic … The supernatural power in this world … is really f * cking a scam!"
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