Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 96: Limited time, do unlimited things!
"Sure enough, there are still too few [Bloody Honor]!"
Looking at the text prompt in front of him, Goethe sighed slightly in his heart.
He used the last piece of [Bloody Honor] to learn [Shadow Snake Tail Devouring Technique].
There is nothing wrong with this, of course.
After all, he gained more time by using the [Rattle] of the [Shadow Snake's Tail Technique] to interfere with the divination of the 'Flesh and Blood Church'.
Even the 'Steinbeck Breathing Method' in his hand was obtained because of this - although the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel explained that it was because of his attention to Sheila that he discovered his 'true identity'.
But this discovery was also based on the fact that he not only avoided the divination of the 'Church of Flesh and Blood', but also killed the other party's 'hunting team' in succession.
Without such a foundation, there would be no transaction just now.
So, the original choice was correct.
And the sigh now?
It was just a pity that Goethe was faced with a secret technique but could not learn it immediately.
Such regret was not enough to make him change his plan of using [Bloody Honor]: if he had it, he would use it!
Unlike his initial concerns, Goethe now knew exactly what situation he was facing.
He needs to show his strength!
Realize your strength as quickly and safely as possible!
As for the possible hidden dangers?
Goethe had no solution for the time being.
Maybe it will be solved naturally when the strength reaches a certain level.
Who knows, it might explode at some point.
But, that’s for later.
What he is thinking about now is: getting through the present.
If you can't even get over the present, what's the point of talking about the future? It's like he didn't know where the words came from, and he once again attributed them to Master Lu: Get through the present, then talk about poetry and the distant future.
After taking a look at the 'Gate of Flesh and Blood' standing in the center of Lust, Goethe, who had made up his mind to enter the 'Secret Realm' again and seek more [Bloody Honor], turned and walked into the shadows on the side.
Swart blinked.
Followed without hesitation.
The sheriff chose to trust his feelings.
Goethe may have secrets, but compared to the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel, he is definitely not a man without bottom line.
and……
Now he has no choice at all!
The entire Luster had long been shrouded by invisible things, and anyone who rushed over would be chopped into minced meat.
And those brutal members of the 'Church of Flesh and Blood' were watching him covetously. If he met any one of them, he would die.
Escape, can't escape.
I can’t beat him.
The sheriff certainly knew what he should do.
In a house in Songzi District.
"These guys from the 'Flesh and Blood Church' are really too cruel!"
“Even the children are not spared!”
When Swart entered the room, he saw two bodies, one big and one small, lying on the ground. The big one was a mother, and the small one was a child, about four or five years old. He was held in his mother's arms, and then pierced with an iron rod.
Both of them were already dead.
The woman's husband, the child's father, had his head smashed in and fell at the door with his two bodyguards.
The iron chisel was broken off from the fence at the gate of the courtyard.
Swart pulled a sheet over the two bodies, one big and one small, and took off his hat to observe a moment of silence.
"You stay here first."
"I need to take care of some personal matters."
Goethe said this and walked out of the room.
This place has just been raided twice by the 'Church of Flesh and Blood', so there will be no danger for the time being.
Using the vision of the [Raven Spirit], Goethe confirmed that there was no one around, then turned into a house nearby, then raised his hand and touched the 'Ring of the Mad King' on the index finger of his left hand.
The starry sky reappeared, and Goethe gazed at the remaining two dim stars.
"Left? Or right?"
Goethe, who was thinking, took out his pendulum.
[Tail in hand]!
The pendulum began to swing, but not in the clockwise direction that represented affirmation or the counterclockwise direction that represented negation as Goethe understood it, but in an irregular beat, as if it was being moved by an invisible hand.
Obviously, such a choice has gone beyond the scope of [Shadow Snake Tail Biting Technique].
Cannot be determined.
Divination also lost its effect.
Goethe finally chose to flip a coin.
For the avatar, choose the left one and for the flower, choose the right one.
bite!
Jinke rolled in the air and Goethe caught him steadily.
Head facing up.
Select left.
[Yes/No Consume 500 gold grams to enter the secret realm? ]
…
"yes!"
After answering in the affirmative, Goethe's eyes flashed.
Crunch, crunch.
The ceiling fan was swinging laboriously, the air was moving slowly, and even the slight breeze was filled with heat.
The sun is scorching outside the window.
Goethe was dazzled at first glance.
Especially the cars passing by outside the window and the honking of horns from time to time are even more annoying.
Goethe walked over and looked outside.
car!
It’s an older model in my memory, but newer than the classic car.
There are telephone booths on the roadside, and people's clothes and hairstyles are also modern.
He turned and looked towards the room.
The floor is mainly brown, and several huge bookcases are placed against the walls. Except for the window, there are bookcases on all other walls.
Then, there was a huge desk covered with various notes.
A huge whiteboard stands next to the desk, covered with photos and related annotations.
Other than that, there was a chair and a camp bed.
The chair was at Goethe's hand.
The camp bed is in the corner.
Goethe looked down at himself: his shirt, trousers, and leather shoes, all of which were cheap items, especially his shoes, which had wrinkles that could not be concealed at all. Then he touched his trouser pockets, which were obviously filled with something.
A very old-fashioned but sturdy-looking mobile phone appeared in his hand.
Black and white screen, conspicuous nine-square grid buttons, and on the top of the phone, there is actually... a flashlight?!
Goethe pressed it and the light became very bright.
Although the mobile phone was quite different from the one in his hometown, Goethe was still delighted by the familiar items. While playing with the phone, he began to check his own belongings.
The dagger, revolver, dynamite, pendulum, lime, and even the "Executioner" on his body were all gone.
But [Unknown Sound] and [Shadow Snake Dagger] are there.
"Ordinary items and extraordinary items produced in the 'Anchor World' cannot be brought into the 'Secret Realm'!"
After the comparison, Goethe quickly came to a conclusion.
When a slight warmth came from the copper ring, rows of words began to appear before Goethe's eyes:
[Entering the 'secret realm', judging...]
[Holding the 'secret key', the judgment passed! ]
[The original owner of the 'Secret Realm' has died, judging...]
[Determined to be dead! 】
[The new holder will start over with a new identity! ]
…
[Background: Your adoptive father Winchester disappeared half a year ago. According to the will that had been drawn up long ago, you, who had not yet completed your studies, inherited this 'Folklore Research Institute'...]
[Main Quest: Become a recognized folklorist within three months (recognition degree 0%)]
[Get a temporary language, it will disappear automatically when you leave the instance]
[Clothing, appearance, and equipment are temporarily changed and will automatically be restored when leaving the secret realm]
(Note 1: When you complete the main quest, you will leave the 'secret realm' safely)
(Note 2: If you fail to complete the main quest within three months, you will lose one-fifth of your flesh and blood before you can leave the 'secret realm')
…
"The Institute of Folklore Research?"
“Folklorist?”
"What is that?"
When Goethe looked at this name, he felt a sense of danger even though he didn't know the specific meaning.
Buzz buzz buzz.
The phone vibrates. It's a text message.
Goethe Winchester:
If you receive this message, please come to my office before 10:00 AM tomorrow.
I would like us to talk in person about your E in math.
Judy.
…
Looking at this text message, some related memories came to Goethe's mind.
Judy is his math teacher, who just came to Green High School this year. She is an energetic, enthusiastic and beautiful new teacher.
And him?
Goethe Winchester is a freshman in the 12th grade.
Goethe was the name he was given when he was adopted.
Winchester is the surname given by my adoptive father .
His adoptive father was good to him and gave him enough help.
From food, clothing, housing, transportation to schooling, he was given the utmost help.
He also behaved well, achieved excellent grades and excelled in sports, until half a year ago, when his adoptive father disappeared without a trace and he inherited this 'Folklore Research Institute'.
In order to find his adoptive father and also to maintain the 'Folklore Research Institute', he began to skip classes a lot.
In the end, the results plummeted.
Sitting there, Goethe quickly sorted out this memory.
Then, his brows furrowed.
"math!"
Goethe murmured in a low voice.
In a strange world, it is natural to make yourself the same as before.
Although he was forced to skip classes a lot, he would not ignore the teachers.
When Goethe thought of the troubles he might face tomorrow morning, his expression became more solemn than ever.
He guessed what he was facing.
With teacher Judy's enthusiasm, she will definitely give him extra lessons.
besides……
Make-up exam!
Especially the latter, he will be helpless.
No matter his career and experience in his hometown or the knowledge he learned in the 'Anchor World' and 'Secret Realm', he was helpless with mathematics.
That’s right!
When people are pushed to the limit, they can do anything!
But, besides math!
Mathematics is like this, if you can’t do it, you can’t do it!
Unless the answer is C.
Otherwise you won’t be able to guess correctly.
"Maybe I should..."
Buzz buzz buzz.
Just as Goethe was thinking about what to do, his cell phone vibrated again.
I picked it up and it was an unfamiliar number.
Goethe didn't care and just opened the text message.
It says in between -
Don't compete with others, don't compare yourself with others, and don't get angry without thinking; your parents are the people you love the most... Forward this to 13 friends or relatives, and you will have good luck in a week. If you delete or don't send it, you will encounter bad luck and your family will become unhappy.
…
The first half was normal, but the second half made Goethe raise an eyebrow.
Goethe certainly wouldn't forward it.
Nor was it deleted.
He picked up his phone and sent a reply to the unknown number.
Don't let me catch you! If I catch you, I'll beat you! I've gained muscle!
…
After publishing it, Goethe no longer thought about difficult mathematical problems.
He looked towards the desk and the blackboard.
Although I have some memories, they are not complete.
He needed more information.
However, when Goethe saw the notes on the desk and the photos on the whiteboard, his eyes narrowed.
