After a day of school, Smith returned home and began his routine of prayer and summoning.
The last time he was suddenly summoned to the nameless deserted island, the experience of fighting the Scaled-People made him realize that he was still too weak.
Therefore, he increased the amount of time he spent training every day.
After persevering, Smith found that his body had become much stronger, and he had a vague outline of muscles. Even the girls in school turned to look at him more often.
Physical training was only one aspect. What made him happier was that he had a deeper understanding of the incantation after the last time.
Right now, he could even detect that his spiritual power was much stronger than that of a normal person.
He had tried to scare off a few vicious dogs with just his gaze.
And the name that he cared about — Nikolaia — did not cause any trouble in his life.
Perhaps it was the blessings of the God of Loss, or perhaps he was too weak. Unless he was in a special environment like the deserted island, there would be no response when he called upon the god's name.
The key to the success of Fang Xian's summoning was his own status. Furthermore, it was in Nikolaia's own dream.
Of course, even so, Smith did not dare to recite that terrifying name.
He finished his dinner, returned to his room, and began to think.
On a piece of paper, he wrote down his goals for this period of time.
"Daily training — complete!"
"Daily prayer — complete!"
"Contact with the supernatural —???"
"I need to get in touch with that circle and understand some basic knowledge, or else I'll easily make the same mistakes as on that island!" Smith muttered to himself, "Maybe there's a special management organization at the police station, but I can't bet my own safety on their tolerance … The gangs might be able to come into contact with this dark side, but it's too dangerous … My best choice is actually my comrades from last time, like Vivian and that man … Unfortunately, the situation was urgent, and I didn't leave any contact information."
Because of the same faith, he temporarily felt that those people could be trusted.
At this moment, however, he deeply felt the inconvenience of contact. "Oh God of Loss … Even in your deep sleep, you can still respond to the prayers of your humble believers, please allow us to have our own channels of communication …"
…
Vivian's arm was wrapped in bandages, and she looked at the scenery outside the window with a somewhat troubled expression.
That dream was very strange, and the injuries she suffered inside were actually brought to the outside world!
In order to cast the Bird with Broken Wings spell, she stabbed herself in the arm and had to make up a lie about breaking a mirror to barely deceive him.
However, he was also sent to the hospital by his horrified parents for treatment, and his range of activities was greatly restricted.
'Supernatural power is indeed intoxicating … but … does it have to pay a price?'
The girl's elegant eyes suddenly became a little confused.
…
In a dense forest.
Mickey trudged through the rotting swamp. He was a tall, lean, grim-faced man dressed in the trappings of a hunter.
In fact, he was indeed a Hunter, a mercenary from the Dark World. He was in charge of taking care of people or things that could not be made public for his employer.
Due to his profession, this profession would occasionally come into contact with supernatural cases. Therefore, among the believers, he might have the deepest understanding of mysticism, but that was all.
The door to the Inhuman stage was not easily opened.
Therefore, after obtaining a few words from the 'Lost God', he was overjoyed and devoted himself to it.
"I've mastered the Immortal Poem. Next, it's the Bird with Broken Wings!"
Mickey murmured and suddenly narrowed his eyes. "Pain … why should I sacrifice my own pain? Can't I sacrifice the pain of others? This requires a test subject … "
He sensed many green and blue eyes approaching in the dense forest. It was a pack of wolves!
"It's you guys!"
Mickey smiled cruelly and recited the Immortal Poem.
In the low and hoarse incantation, an inexplicable mental pressure was released.
One after another, the wild wolves fell, turning from hunters to prey.
What happened next was also the survival of the fittest in nature, but the positions were reversed.
"I … I will definitely have my revenge. Great Lost God, please bless me … As long as I succeed in my revenge, my soul, my life, will all be yours. "
After a long time, Mickey wiped the blood off his hands and walked out of the dense forest.
…
Unnamed Island.
Fang Xian, who had already sensed several waves of "investigations", returned to the dormitory expressionlessly.
In his ears, a large number of believers' "prayers" were already echoing, accompanied by images. He could understand the prayers of any believer.
"This is a side effect of the Level Six Necromancer, but I can only use it to this extent … As for the active response? Or even God's Descent? I'm a fake, I have no power at all … "
Fang Xian shook his head and ignored it.
"Believers need guidance, the Lost God needs to act cool … It seems that Roca has to step in and become the God's Beloved and Pope? No … I'm a little tired of this … "
Recently, the secret castle was loose on the outside but tight on the inside. It was said that several legendary investigators had returned.
It was impossible for Fang Xian to directly deduce some evil witchcraft in the room.
All he could do was silently organize all kinds of knowledge in his mind.
Among them, the results of the last stage of Hopkin's life were the most precious.
It was the taboo knowledge that Fang Xian named "Hopkin's Divine Art".
Other than that, the other three books also gave Fang Xian a lot of inspiration. For example, the imprint technology in the Ancient Blood Seal could be completely combined with Hopkin's Mental Steel Seal to become the best fortress to protect the sanity of ordinary people.
Other than that, the understanding of the Throne of Wild Hunter allowed Fang Xian to better use the Wind Chasing Mark to summon invisible monsters and even order them to do some complicated things.
As for the Black Emperor Nine Mysteries Book, needless to say, the hymn of the worm would definitely be greatly enriched, and the chapters contained in it were far more than that.
At least in the field of secret pharmacy, Fang Xian felt that as long as he studied it for a period of time, he could definitely surpass most investigators.
The secret that the Secret Keeper Headquarters painstakingly wanted to protect, in his eyes, was no longer a big deal.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
Fang Xian got up, opened the door, and saw Eric.
"Roca … I … have something to tell you."
Eric said awkwardly, his eyes were a little evasive.
"This is something that you feel guilty about, but it's not to me. You want to talk."
Fang Xian smiled in his heart. He accurately grasped this guy's mentality and made way for him. "Come in …"
"The new instructor found me and said that I have talent in psychology and also have the potential to become a 'blood healer'. She wants me to stay in the headquarters to learn … after the training."
Eric said hesitantly, "This … this is not considered betraying the division, right?"
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