Chapter 314 Green Moon
A severe headache woke Alan from his sleep.
He suddenly sat up in bed, stroking his swollen chin, feeling dazed.
In the dim
Alan slowly got out of bed and paced around the bedroom, sorting out his thoughts.
Football star posters on the wall.
The laptop, textbooks, and cartoon figures on the desk help him awaken his long-forgotten memories.
Alan walked to the desk, opened the calendar and took a look.
My heart couldn't help but skip a beat!
He quickly ran into the bathroom, turned on the wall lamp, and stood in front of the mirror.
The mirror reflects a face that is both familiar and unfamiliar.
He has an ordinary appearance and a slightly pale complexion.
The swelling on the chin from the beating had not yet subsided, pressing on the lips and making the face look like it was neither crying nor laughing.
It looks both funny and miserable.
The face in the mirror confirmed Alan's guess.
That’s right, I actually returned to the world before I traveled through time, back to the year when I was fifteen years old!
His parents were going through a divorce lawsuit at the time.
They quarreled over the division of property.
The couple completely fell out and both tried to use their children for moral blackmail, forcing the other to give up more property.
As a son, you have no right to judge your parents' marriage life.
However, he hated from the bottom of his heart this broken family, which was only concerned with profit and had no family affection at all.
Studying abroad was his only chance to escape from his original family.
My parents didn't mind sending him away so that they could start their new lives with ease.
After some twists and turns, Allen finally got a study visa and came to a completely unfamiliar country on the other side of the ocean.
The high school that Allen attends is located in a small town surrounded by lakes and mountains, and it takes three hours to drive into the city.
Alan was not yet sixteen years old, and according to state law, he was not old enough to take a driver's license test. Occasionally, when he wanted to go into town for a stroll, he would take a ride with his landlord.
In fact, compared to the world-famous metropolis, Allen would rather stay in the town.
Kang Town has a population of only 30,000, which is equivalent to a rural area in China.
Alan actually liked the sparsely populated rural scenery. After moving into the boarding house, he got along quite well with the landlord and guardian.
The landlord is a single white old man named Morgan. He has taught at Connecticut University for his entire life and is now retired.
The old man claimed to be a folklorist and had a lot of strange stories.
After a glass of beer at the table, they started chatting about everything.
At first, Alan liked listening to his stories.
Later I found out that this old man was a little bit crazy, and he treated those mysterious legends as real things.
He also said that he was writing a book to expose the truth about the cult controlling the governments of various countries in the world behind the scenes...
From the moment he started talking about chaebols, cults and the so-called "shadow government", Alan could no longer keep up with the old man.
I had no choice but to push the plate away and escape from the table.
There are quite a lot of international students in Kangzhen Public High School, and most of them are Asian.
Alan was initially quite excited and thought it would not be difficult to make friends.
However, after being together for more than half a year, I found that it was not entirely true.
The only person he could consider a friend at school was an Asian-Mexican guy named Kevin.
Alan touched his swollen chin again.
Looking back, Kevin's bad mouth was at least half to blame for the beating he received for no reason.
I behaved well in school and got A+ in all my subjects.
In this country, especially in high schools, top students occupy the lower middle ecological niche.
Their popularity is far less than that of high school athletes.
If the top student is also burdened with the debuff of being an Asian, then don't even expect to make any progress in social situations.
Allen occasionally faces intentional or unintentional discrimination at school.
Being in a foreign country and not wanting to cause trouble, one can only pretend to be deaf and dumb.
In this high school, all students are required to participate in club activities.
When Allen was a child, he learned violin and Go, and also practiced martial arts, but everything was sparse and was only done to satisfy his parents' vanity.
He didn't want to embarrass himself in the music and sports related high school clubs, so he ended up joining the video game club, just for fun.
I didn’t expect that playing games could get me into trouble.
On Saturday afternoon, Alan participated in a fighting game competition organized by the club.
He is quite talented in this area.
I borrowed a broken keyboard on the spot and easily beat those players who brought their own controllers, joysticks, and hitboxes.
Kevin watched him kill all the enemies and made a joke: "This is what they call poor students have a lot of stationery..."
The opponent that Allen defeated in the game took off his hood and looked over at him with sidelong eyes when he heard this.
Kevin suddenly became timid and didn't dare to breathe.
This black guy in a hoodie is about 1.9 meters tall, with muscular body and a bullet scar on his face.
His name is Bruce, a big star known to everyone in the school.
In boxing, judo and karate, at the state level, whenever he took part, others could only contend for second place.
Bruce smiled oddly and said to Alan, "Hey, buddy! You're pretty good at the game. I heard you know Kung Fu?"
Alan wanted to deny it, but Kevin was too quick to talk and started boasting for him proudly.
It is said that he not only knows kung fu, but has also won awards in competitions.
Alan wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
The youth category of the municipal martial arts competition was just a routine performance, so what's there to brag about?
Bruce didn't understand what was going on and insisted on sparring with Alan.
Seeing his tall and strong figure, Alan dared not accept the challenge and quickly said that he was no match for him.
Foreigners do not have the virtue of humility.
The more he refused, the more unhappy Bruce became. He thought that he was not giving him face and started to speak ill of him.
The nerd, the squinty-eyed guy, the yellow-skinned monkey...all came.
Alan was furious, but he didn't dare to curse back in public.
After all, when it comes to the issue of "racial discrimination", there are different levels.
More and more people gathered around, watching the fun, or even gloating, and no one came forward to help Alan.
Young people are bound to have a temper, and Allen is no exception.
Being humiliated by Bruce in public, he couldn't help but get blood boiling. He gritted his teeth and agreed to fight him.
Needless to say, he was severely beaten up.
Finally, he was knocked down by a left hook from Bruce and was in shock for a full two minutes.
Kevin accompanied him to the school hospital. He was still very angry and said he would find someone to beat Bruce up to avenge his good friend.
Kevin claimed that his cousin was a member of a gang in Chinatown, but based on this guy's usual character, Alan suspected that it was mostly bragging.
"I'm not a big deal, don't make trouble!"
After giving Kevin a few words of advice, Alan went home.
Feeling dizzy, I fell on the bed and slept until dark.
It was not until I woke up that I realized that I was no longer the ordinary boy I used to be.
Alan turned and walked out of the bathroom, stood in front of the window, bathed in the moonlight, and sorted out his messy thoughts.
Two days ago, he resolved the threat of the Deep Sea Church, ended his vacation, said goodbye to his relatives and friends, and returned to the Holy Demon Ancestral Court in the Star Realm.
He left the clone created by "Blood Transformation" on the river bank and continued to practice.
The main body goes deep into the bloodline galaxy, trying to integrate the essence of the ancestor Behemoth.
"Yes, that's the problem!"
Alan muttered to himself.
Based on the experience of integrating the origin of the ancestor Leviathan, he also thought that the origin space of the ancestor Behemoth was also based on the template of the warlock world.
However, he guessed wrong.
I don’t know what means the ancestor Behemoth used.
He actually extracted a part of his memory before he traveled through time and used it as material to evolve such a strange world.
On the surface, Allen has returned to Earth, back to the time when he was young and studying alone in a foreign country.
But he was very sure that the original space of the ancestor Behemoth was not a 100% replica of the world before he crossed over.
How else to explain the creepy green moon hanging in the night sky outside the window?
Alan calmed himself down and tried to call upon the Taotie system.
Fortunately, the system page opened as expected.
…
Warlock Rank: 0 (suppressed by bloodline)
Current attributes: physique 79, agility 60, spirit 90
Current resistance: Immune to virus/cold/water, Spirit 10th level/Cold 10th level/Acid 9th level/Darkness 8th level/Electricity 7th level/Sound 7th level/Flame 7th level/Radiance 5th level
Special abilities: Taotie system, Taotie domain, source of divine power, divine power, divine suppression
Potential reserve: 456 points
Note: Changing attributes, resistance, and potential in the origin space will not affect the status in reality.
Ancestral Behemoth Origin Fusion Progress: 1%
…
The data listed on the system panel was in line with Allen's expectations.
Suppressed by the bloodline of the first ancestor Behemoth, his warlock level was reduced to zero.
He had experienced such a situation in the origin space of the ancestor Leviathan, so it was not surprising.
Now, Allen has good news and bad news.
The good news is that the Taotie system, Taotie domain, ancestor-level origin and divine power have not been suppressed and can function normally in this world.
The Taotie system digests specific ingredients, and the properties, resistance and potential gained are also retained.
With these abilities, plus his abnormal physical fitness, Allen has the capital to sweep the world!
The bad news is that in this world that simulates the Earth, the concentration of magic power is very thin.
If the warlock world is a "high magic world", then this place is a typical world without magic, which is not suitable for cultivation at all!
What made Allen even more depressed was...
In this earth-like world, he could not sense the existence of the Blood Galaxy.
If the spirit cannot connect to the Bloodline Galaxy, it will be impossible to fuse the ancestral spirits in the river and awaken the warlock's bloodline.
If you can’t even take the first step in cultivation, how can you talk about improving your level and integrating your ancestral origin?
Allen saw no way out and felt heavy-hearted.
I barely pulled myself together and continued to check the system panel.
All skills related to the warlock's bloodline have been sealed.
The martial arts skills were wiped out, and only one magic skill survived.
9th level "Prayer"!
This is the spell that automatically awakened after Allen merged with the divinity of the original Leviathan.
It symbolizes that he has mastered the powers of water, cold and poison.
Using the "Prayer", Alan can simulate any water, cold or poison spell from level 0 to 9.
However, the embarrassing thing is that he has not yet opened the magic pool, and the magic value is 0. How can he activate the "prayer spell"?
If you want to open the magic pool, you must awaken your extraordinary bloodline and obtain the level of a warlock.
However, this magic-free world has no bloodline galaxy, and Alan cannot use the method of atavism meditation to obtain the level of warlock.
Oh my god, we’re stuck in a vicious circle!
Alan touched his swollen chin and felt a headache again.
Wait a minute! Is there really no magic in this world?
Alan looked up at the full green moon and tried to meditate.
A faint scent of magic can be felt.
Cool and soothing, like the sound of running water.
It was a trace of water magic, carried by moonlight, spreading across the earth.
Alan became increasingly confused.
In a normal material world, elemental magic of various attributes should be balanced.
Why is the water magic in the original space created by the ancestor Behemoth slightly richer than magic of other attributes?
Although this concentration of water magic still cannot meet the needs of a warlock's practice, it has aroused Alan's imagination.
Could the environment with a high concentration of water element magic be related to the green moon in the night sky?
Snap!
The sound of a door opening downstairs interrupted Alan's thoughts.
Alan went downstairs and greeted the gray-haired old Morgan when he came into the room.
"Hey! Alan, what happened to your face?"
The old man's gaze passed through the lenses and fell on Alan's face.
"Nothing." Allen rubbed his chin. "I bumped into him accidentally during extracurricular activities."
With his extraordinary physique, bruises of this degree do not require any medication and the swelling will go down quickly.
The old man was a careless person, so he didn't ask any questions and took off his old jacket and hung it on the hanger.
He pulled hot fried chicken and pizza out of paper bags and set them on the dining table along with a plastic bowl of instant kale salad.
He took out beer and a can of Coke for Alan from the refrigerator and invited the boy to have dinner together.
“Thank God for giving me food.”
Old Morgan prayed perfunctorily, opened the pull ring of the beer can with a bang, and took two big gulps.
Perhaps it was because his childish nature revived, the old man added a prayer with a smile:
"We also have to thank Leviathan, the water beast, for giving us the cool green moon."
Bang!
The fork in Alan's hand fell onto the plate.
"Mr. Morgan, what behemoth did you just mention?"
"The giant water beast Leviathan is called 'Emperor Kun' by the Eastern followers of the Wave Esoteric Cult."
"...What do you mean?" Alan asked, trying to suppress his excitement.
"Aha! This is not something that can be explained in just a few words. Child, are you ready to listen to the story?"
Old man Morgan perked up.
"Simply put, Leviathan is a totem representing the magic of the water element, an ancient beast that is almost a god."
"There are elemental beasts similar to Leviathan, including the fire beast Shalomanda, the ice beast Fenrir, the earth beast Callisto, the lightning beast Indra, and the wind beast Garuda."
"The six great beasts have a common ancestor, the ancient beast god Behemoth, also known as the ancestor Behemoth."
"Each of the six great beasts inherited a portion of the power of the ancestor, corresponding to the six elements of ."
"The real bodies of the giant beasts live in a space parallel to our planet. The esotericists call it the 'secret realm'."
"Mr. Morgan, stop for a moment! Give me a moment to catch up with your thoughts."
Alan took a sip of his Coke and pretended to be confused.
"The secret followers you mentioned just now are those fanatics who worship giant beasts?"
"That's right! As far as I know, there are six major secret cults in the world today!"
Old Morgan took another sip of his wine and said excitedly.
"The Wave Cult that worships Leviathan, the Volcano Cult that worships Shalomanda, the Glacier Cult that worships Fenrir, the Earth Cult that worships Callisto, the Thunder Cult that worships Indra, and the Sky Cult that worships Garuda!"
"Don't underestimate the Six Elemental Cults, my child. You should know that they have inextricable ties with gangs, warlords, financial groups and even governments in various countries. They are the behind-the-scenes rulers of our world!"
"Okay, okay! Mr. Morgan, can you please not talk about politics?"
Alan pretended that he couldn't stand his "conspiracy theory" and forced himself to change the subject.
"Mr. Morgan, I want to know what benefits can be gained from joining the Elemental Cult?"
"Well, it is said that the esoterics can summon the incarnation of elemental beasts through certain mysterious rituals, and the lucky ones can even obtain extraordinary powers granted by the beasts."
"Supernatural powers...you mean magic or something like that?"
"Magic...Haha, you are not wrong in understanding it this way."
"According to my research, the esoteric believers are divided into five levels."
Old man Morgan told Alan while counting on his fingers.
"Newcomers are equivalent to interns and are still in the probationary stage."
"If you pass the examination, you will become a formal believer and be eligible to participate in low-level esoteric cult gatherings. You will also receive support from the church in terms of money and career."
"When believers encounter problems and seek help from the church, they can generally get a proper solution."
"Sounds a bit like a mafia family," Alan muttered.
Old man Morgan nodded in approval.
In fact, the organizational structure of esoteric religions is mostly closely related to gangs.
"Acolytes are one level higher than ordinary believers. They are the lucky ones who are qualified to participate in the ritual of summoning giant beasts and receive blessings."
"Acolytes can draw on the free elemental magic in nature and materialize it into energy. Their methods are almost magical!"
"For example, the acolytes of the Wave Cult can control the flow of water and even reverse the flow of waterfalls!"
"The acolytes of the Volcano Cult can easily throw fireballs with destructive power comparable to that of a blockbuster bomb!"
"It's no exaggeration to say they are magicians!"
"A higher-ranking mystic than an acolyte is called a priest."
"The priest is the best among the acolytes. He possesses more powerful elemental magic and has the authority to convene believers and hold sacrifices. Most of them are bishops of local churches."
“Above the priests are the saints!”
"Not only can the Saints manipulate elemental magic at will, they also have the essence of the blood of elemental beasts. They can be said to be the representatives of elemental beasts in the world."
"When a saint fully releases his power, he can transform into a giant beast in a short period of time, and possess terrifying destructive power comparable to that of an elemental beast!"
"Humanity's so-called high-tech weapons are nothing compared to the saints. Even nuclear bombs cannot completely kill them!"
"Thank God! There are very few saints, either the leaders of the secret religion or spiritual leaders."
"The six major secret sects check and balance each other, and the saints dare not do whatever they want, so our world can still maintain peace at least on the surface."
"If this balance is broken, I'm afraid the end of the world will come."
Old Morgan sighed and looked up at the moon outside the window.
"Child, now let's go back to the original question. Why is the moon green on Saturday, red on Monday, white on Tuesday, black on Wednesday, blue on Thursday, and gold on Friday?"
"Scientists will tell you about theories like cloud refraction and spectrum, but I tell you, that's all bullshit!"
"In fact, the six colors of moonlight correspond to the six elements!"
"For example, today is Saturday, and under the green moonlight, the magic of the water element is particularly abundant."
"The followers of the Bo Tao Esoteric Cult always hold religious activities on Saturdays and believe that this is their lucky day."
Alan nodded, suddenly having an idea.
"And Sunday?"
"There is no moon on Sunday!" Old Morgan laughed. "My child, even God doesn't work on Sunday!"
