Chapter 17: Mutation
The almost shapeless black shadow slowly stuck to Shalan from behind and turned into a wisp of black smoke that lingered around Shalan's body, making Shalan feel even more sleepy than before.
After yawning, Shalan felt his body suddenly become very tired. He looked at the stone in his hand and put it on the table, then suddenly took out a hammer from the drawer and smashed The moment the stone was smashed, Shalan clearly felt that the strange feeling of fatigue that had just lingered in his body was instantly swept away, and he returned to his original state.
Narrowing his eyes, Shalan knew that the sudden situation just now was indeed caused by this stone. Fortunately, he smashed the stone decisively, otherwise who knows what would happen.
You have to know that the original purpose of this stone is to assist Shalan in her research. Since Shalan has translated and attached all the spells written in Mansmei on the stone, there is naturally no need to keep this stone. Moreover, the sudden situation just now was really dangerous. So when Shalan felt something was wrong, he decisively smashed the stone to eliminate the interference of the stone on himself.
At this moment, the black smoke that was originally lingering around Shalan slowly dissipated from Shalan's body like a fire without a source after he smashed the stone.
I have to say, fortunately, Shallan found the piece of paper and the stone, so he was able to react in time. Otherwise, if the piece of paper and the stone were really left in the velvet snowflake flowerpot and Shallan didn't know about it, then under the influence of the curse on it, Shallan would have no way to resist the subtle power of the curse, and at that time he would really be at the mercy of Vanessa and Shaman, mother and son .
Heaving a sigh of relief, Shalan stood up and picked up the stone fragments and put them into the trash can. But at this moment, he suddenly saw a white crystal the size of a little finger nail embedded inside a larger stone fragment. He took out a pair of tweezers from the drawer and removed the white crystal from the stone fragment.
After observing it with a magnifying glass for a while, Shalan confirmed from his experience as a tomb robber in his previous life that the white crystal was not a radioactive or highly toxic substance. He then reached out and took the white crystal in his hand and looked it up and down.
“There’s nothing inside those stone fragments. There’s no energy circuit or anything like that to conduct energy. There’s only this white crystal.
I think that apart from those curse spells, this white crystal is most likely the reason why the stone can release the curse. This thing should be something like an energy core, and its function is to provide energy to the stone.
Just relying on this white crystal that supplies energy and the curse spell, it is possible to release a curse that obviously makes people feel uncomfortable. What is the principle behind this?
If I hold this white crystal and write or recite a curse spell, can I also use this curse?"
Thinking of this, Shallan pinched the white crystal between her index finger and thumb, hesitated for a moment, but still whispered the curse spell in Mansai.
As Shalan chanted, he could clearly see that the white crystal in his hand was slowly emitting a faint white light, and he could feel a trace of heat flowing out of the white crystal, flowing along his fingers and arms to his brain and even between his eyebrows.
As the heat flowed in, Shalan could feel a dull pain in the center of her brow. Frowning slightly, Shalan was about to stop chanting the spell.
But to his surprise, even after he stopped chanting the spell, the remaining half of the spell quickly emerged in his mind, and his brain subconsciously recalled the complete spell.
When the complete spell emerged in his mind, the energy in the white crystal poured into Shalan's body, and it itself turned into white ash and flowed out of Shalan's hands.
The heat flowed along Shalan's arm into his brow. The dull pain originally turned into a sharp pain as if his brow was being torn apart. Shalan vaguely felt that something seemed to be swelling up in his brow, as if a new organ had grown out of nowhere. It seemed that there was no change in Shalan's brow, but he could clearly feel the existence of that thing!
"ah!"
With a low groan, Shalan fell to her knees, holding her head with both hands, enduring the severe pain between her eyebrows.
"Damn it, damn it, what the hell is going on! As expected... As expected, I am too reckless!"
Gritting her teeth, Shalan stretched out her hand to support herself on the desk and stood up, intending to go out to find someone to help. But at this moment, Shalan suddenly felt as if a small hole had appeared between her eyebrows. An inexplicable force accompanied by pain surged out from her eyebrows, producing some unique vibrations. Under the traction of this force, it seemed that some kind of force in the void gathered together , and under the guidance of that force, a wisp of black smoke lingered in front of Shalan, allowing Shalan to control it as if it were her own arm.
The pain subsided, and Shalan looked at the black smoke slowly moving in front of him with a slightly pale face. He thought about it, and the black smoke circled around him, then returned to him again.
"What is this? Is it something I created by chanting a spell? If that's the case, then this black smoke should be the same curse as the one on the paper and stone. However, the severe pain just now and the changes in my brows can't be explained by simply successfully using a curse."
While Shalan was thinking about these things, the black smoke suddenly shook slightly and slowly dissipated into the void, and the power that surged from Shalan's brows also quickly dissipated, making Shalan immediately feel mentally exhausted, as if he had thought about thousands of problems in the short period of less than a minute.
Sitting down on the chair, Shalan closed her eyes and recovered for a while before continuing to think.
“The power that just surged out from my brow should be some kind of energy that belongs to me and can be used to use extraordinary powers such as this curse.
And judging from the fact that the black smoke from the curse just now dissipated on its own, it can be judged that this curse has a time limit once it is used. Within the time limit, I can control it as easily as using my own arm.
Similarly, after casting the curse, the power in my brow will also be consumed. I just don't know if this power can be restored by itself?"
