Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 1 Good Night
At night, lit candles dispelled the foggy darkness.
Goethe knelt on the ground and drew the ritual with his fingers dipped in his brother's blood.
"Hader you'll forgive me, right?"
"This is for revenge!"
"To avenge my grandfather, father, mother, aunts, uncles , and Bruce!"
"You will definitely forgive me, my brother, hahaha."
The flames reflected in the young man's dark pupils flickered, his face was in tears, but there was a wild smile on the corners of his mouth.
More candles were then lit.
The young man began to chant the spell silently.
Instantly, pain came from my heart.
Boom!
Boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
My heart was beating so hard that it seemed like it was about to explode.
However, the young man gritted his teeth and persevered!
He must persevere!
This was the 'secret ritual' he had bought from his best friend after spending all his money on it - it could summon a powerful 'spirit of vengeance' that would obey his orders.
As long as he has this 'Spirit of Vengeance', he can find the murderer hiding in the dark and constantly killing his family, avenge his family, and revive the 'Wayne' family.
All we need is this 'Spirit of Vengeance'!
Young people are firm in their beliefs.
Even though my heart was broken and my whole body started to fester, I never wavered.
He ignored the maggots crawling out of the festering parts of his body and just silently recited the spell byte by byte.
And when the ritual rites began to glow scarlet in the young man's blurred vision, he became even more determined.
Especially when he saw a vague figure appearing in the ceremony, the young man immediately raised his palm and pressed towards the figure - the 'Spirit of Vengeance' is powerful, but also dangerous. It can only be controlled by completing the 'blood contract' with blood at the moment of being summoned and at the weakest.
The young man tried his best to speed up, but the speed was still not satisfactory.
After all, it was unexpected that a person with so many ulcers all over his body that the bones were visible and whose internal organs were eaten by maggots could still move.
While Zhao Wumian was standing in the ceremony and was amazed at the illusion and brilliance before his eyes, he suddenly saw a bloody monster that looked like a zombie rushing towards him. He subconsciously swung the big Wusu in his hand and smashed it down.
Bang!
There were also broken bottles of half-empty beer.
Wine and glass fragments flew everywhere.
The young man, who had already reached his limit, fell to the ground without a sound.
Zhao Wumian looked at the monster lying at his feet with a confused look on his face.
"I was clearly having a meal and drinking, but now...what's going on?"
What made Zhao Wumian even more confused was that the next moment after the monster fell to the ground, its body turned into ashes, just like a half-burned cigarette pinched between fingers, and suddenly the hand shook, and the front half of the ash fell to the ground and scattered all over the ground.
call!
Without waiting for Zhao Wumian to react, the light on the ritual flickered again, and the ashes seemed to be blown by a gust of wind and wrapped around his body.
Then, memories began to appear one after another, like a movie.
Goethe had a carefree childhood and was loved by his parents and grandfather.
besides……
Studying poses with a governess.
Go to the garden club for a practical pose.
Life is colorful.
Everything is so beautiful and enviable.
However, the second half suddenly changed.
In less than a month, his grandfather suddenly fell ill and died, and his parents subsequently disappeared. Just as Goethe was grieving, his three uncles, aunt and three cousins also disappeared overnight .
And her only aunt also disappeared on the way to the police station.
Then, the once wealthy family burst into massive debt.
The death and disappearance of relatives and the sudden financial hardship immediately plunged Goethe, a formerly carefree young man, into a state of confusion and helplessness.
Then, Goethe's 'good friend' offered a helping hand, saying that he could help him, and that he only needed to complete a ritual.
Zhao Wumian looked at the scene where Goethe smashed the back of his brother's head with a silver candlestick, and couldn't help but curl his lips.
"In order to restore the original beauty, he chose to sacrifice others without hesitation... He is a ruthless person, but he chose to sacrifice the only person he can trust. He is really an idiot!"
"Only an idiot like this can fail to see that the so-called 'friend' has ulterior motives."
"wrong!"
"I guess I guessed it, but I just want to believe what I believe."
“Tsk.”
“Everyone is hoping for the best.”
“Everyone considers themselves lucky.”
"I don't want to believe the truth even when I am about to die."
Disdain flashed in Zhao Wumian's eyes, and in his heart he gave an evaluation of Goethe.
Then he shook his head. The picture in his mind had reached its final stage. Reason told him that he should pay more attention to his dire situation. His previous experience in his hometown had already told him that it was not easy to survive in an unfamiliar environment.
Just pouring so many memories into his mind in an instant made Zhao Wumian feel his temples swollen and it was difficult for him to think effectively. He could only raise his hands and rub his temples, hoping to relieve the pain.
At this time, the light of the ceremony faded and the light of the candles once again illuminated the entire room.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Zhao Wumian in the mirror and paused rubbing his temple.
He stared at the young man in the mirror, who was shirtless, had black hair draped over his shoulders, and a slightly pale face, but still managed to hide his handsome appearance. He couldn't help but be stunned.
That's not him.
Yes, Goethe.
And as he opened his mouth, the boy in the mirror also opened his mouth.
"this……"
Zhao Wumian was stunned.
What he spoke was no longer the language of his hometown, but the language of the world before him.
Goethe was able to confirm this from his memory.
Before Zhao Wumian could come to his senses, lines of strange words began to appear in front of his eyes. They were not what he knew, nor had they been seen in Goethe's memory. Then, these strange words turned into the words of his hometown that he was most familiar with -
【……】
【……】
[Conversion of text, judging...]
【Judgment successful! 】
[Thank you for ending the Mad King's bloodline, we will bless you! ]
[Blessings will exist in the way you can best understand! ]
…
The text pauses here slightly.
Then, more words began to emerge:
【Character: Goethe (Zhao Wumian)】
Age: 19 (31)
[Race: Human (Spirit of Vengeance. Fake)]
【Gender: Male】
【Status: Healthy】
[Title: Bloodline of the Mad King (fake), Kinslayer (fake)]
[Talent: None]
[Attributes: Heart: 0, Skill: 1.2, Body: 1.4]
[Expertise: None]
[Skills: Unarmed Combat (Beginner), Cold Weapon. Dagger (Beginner), Gunpowder Weapon. Pistol (Basic), First Aid (Basic)]
[Item: Bloody Glory X1]
(Note: Obviously, you are not a cannon fodder, but you are not really powerful!)
…
[Unarmed Combat (Beginner): After you have mastered the true basics and experienced many actual battles, your physique and skills have been further strengthened, and you can easily deal with amateur boxers; Effect: Physical +0.2 (Basic 0.1, Beginner 0.1), Skill +0.1 (Beginner 0.1)]
[Cold Weapon. Dagger (Beginner): You have used a dagger in many actual combats and have rich experience. You can also use the dagger to perform some tricks that dazzle ordinary people. Effect: Skill +0.1 (Beginner 0.1)]
[Gunpowder weapons. Pistol (Basic): You are already familiar with the pistol. When facing a fixed target within 10 meters, you have a higher hit rate.]
[First Aid (Basic): You have some knowledge of first aid and have combined it with practice]
…
[Bloody Honor (Broken Beer Bottle): This is a remnant of a beer bottle that was once chilled. The production date is very reliable, so the beer it contains is very refreshing, but that was before. At this moment, it is just a murder weapon stained with the blood of the Mad King. In the eyes of hundreds of witches, this is the supreme comfort. In the long hundred years, they have blessed each of these murder weapons. You, who have received the witches' gratitude, will be able to use this blessing better; Effect: After using this blessing, you can quickly learn a skill that you already know but are not enough to fix in the skill bar, or improve the level of an existing skill. ]
(Note 1: When you touch a weapon that generates bloody honor, you will automatically gain bloody honor)
(Note 2: The weapon that generates bloody honor will not change after losing bloody honor)
…
Zhao Wumian's attention was attracted by the words in front of him.
"The way I understand it?"
"Game property column."
"'Blood of the Mad King'? Kinslayer?"
"besides……"
"Bloody honor!"
Looking at the words in front of him, Zhao Wumian frowned tightly.
Because, this sudden appearance of [Attribute Bar] made him feel like he was stripped naked. You have to know that these skills were mastered by him, not Goethe!
This feeling of being "seen through" made Zhao Wumian very uncomfortable.
He hated this feeling.
However, Zhao Wumian quickly adjusted and got used to it - in an unfamiliar and dangerous environment, every bit of help should be cherished, even if there might be danger involved.
Because he didn't have any more choices.
The [Property Column] in front of me already exists, how can I delete it?
He doesn't know.
We can only move forward with caution.
“It’s a terrible situation.”
Zhao Wumian sighed in his heart.
And just at this moment——
Boom, boom, boom!
"Goethe, what's going on?"
"Is the ceremony over?"
Along with the knock on the door, a tentative voice was heard.
It was Goethe's 'good friend'.
This is also the apartment that the other party rented for Goethe.
Goethe, who was being chased by his creditors, had long been homeless.
Of course, these are not the point.
The point is, the other party has bad intentions!
More importantly, he now has Goethe's face... no, he has become exactly like Goethe.
And, here he stands.
If that 'good friend' pushed the door open, he would probably just mistake him for 'Goethe'.
As for the explanation?
This option did not even occur to Zhao Wumian's mind.
Because, if it were him, it would be impossible to believe it.
Judging from the other party's behavior, he came here to kill him.
“Damn it!”
“It’s absolutely the worst possible situation in an unfamiliar environment!”
Although it is difficult to survive in an unfamiliar environment, there is still a high chance of success if you grit your teeth and persevere. However, if there is "malice" in the unfamiliar environment... the success rate will drop sharply.
But this does not mean that Zhao Wumian will give up.
He scanned the room for something that might help him.
Then he rushed directly to the window.
He pulled open the curtains and pushed open the window.
The streets were quiet late at night with lights on. Zhao Wumian stood at the window on the fourth floor, took just a glance and rushed back to the door.
Judging from the hinges, the door in front of me can be pushed open from the outside to the inside.
Zhao Wumian stood on one side, and when people from outside came in, his figure would be blocked by the door.
Just as Zhao Wumian stood up, the sound of the key being inserted and turned was heard.
The next moment, a figure walked in cautiously at first, but when he saw the open window and the curtains blown by the night wind, he immediately rushed over.
The figure supported himself with his hands, stuck his head out and looked around the street, obviously trying to find Goethe, but the empty street made him become frustrated.
"Asshole! He actually ran away..."
puff!
The sharp broken wine bottle directly pierced into the opponent's lower back, and the pain made the opponent's cursing stop abruptly.
"Ah! Goethe you!"
The other party screamed, and when he turned his head and saw Zhao Wumian, he let out a scream that was much louder than the previous scream, and the voice was filled with disbelief.
But Zhao Wumian didn't answer at all. Just now, when his right hand stabbed the broken wine bottle into the opponent's lower back, his left hand had already grabbed the opponent's pants and pulled it up.
The opponent fell straight out.
“Ahhhhhh!”
Bang!
After a series of screams, "Goethe's Friend" who rushed down with his big head fell silent after a muffled sound.
Zhao Wumian, standing at the window, looked at the body of 'Goethe's friend' on the street and waved his hand expressionlessly.
"Good night."
