[It has been proven that the correct ritual in the dream world can lead to and send the sacrifice to the real world.]
[Spirituality in the real world is slowly disappearing… Disappointing]
[I have to try again let Lin sacrifice another part of her spirituality to draw a ritual in the real world and summon herself]
[Failed again. Unable to make a full connection].
…
“Bang!”
Aaron snapped the quill in half and slamd his fist down on the table.
The setback was too great this ti.
If the real world could not accommodate Beyonders, then even if he had so Supernatural Abilities, he would not be able to achieve immortality.
Even if that small Supernatural Ability allowed him to live a good life, he would not be able to defeat an army and would not feel safe.
[No… I can’t give up!]
[Next, I should try different elental paths! At the sa ti, I should continue to use my spirituality and even… try the Awakening Ritual.]
[Although the spirituality can only stay in my body for a short ti, if it accumulates over ti, it might permanently increase my strength by a negligible amount each ti… After a long ti, maybe it can make my body extraordinary?]
[But there might be so conflicts between different Elental Paths. I must plan carefully and proceed with caution].
After a mont of depression and loss of composure, Aaron reorganised his thoughts, put the notebook away, lay down on the bed and began to dream.
…
The deserted city of Diat.
Lin walked through the dark streets, looking for survivors.
After the Cataclysm, the Apocalypse arrived. Lunatics turned into monsters, and most of the others were caught unawares and died at the hands of the monsters.
But there were still miracles in life!
In the ruins of this city, besides the monsters, Lin was not the only one who existed!
“After the sacrifice of the Red Essence, the Lord liked this kind of sacrifice very much…”
Lin thought to herself.
If mortals wanted to beco Beyonders, they first had to choose a path, then accumulate spirituality, and finally perform a ritual to beco a true Beyonder.
She had now reached the second stage of the Red Path – the Bloodseeker!
She had mastered the ability to turn her entire body into blood, or a part of it into a weapon.
She could also perform a large number of spells and rituals.
Of course, since she did not dare to listen to the ravings of the beings on the moon, she lacked knowledge in this area.
At the sa ti, she was able to activate the power of red to accelerate her growth.
At the mont, Lin was growing at an extrely fast rate, not much different from an ordinary fourteen or fifteen year old child.
“The Light of Salvation needs more believers, and the Lord needs more sacrifices.”
She had saved a few people before, but they were all ordinary people. It would take ti to lead them to the path of the Beyonders.
Not long after, Lin found a new target.
It was a large departnt store. The entrance was made up of various pieces of furniture and debris, forming a line of defence. Outside the door, several monsters were wandering around.
“If my guess is right, there should be survivors inside.”
Lin licked her lips and her body was about to turn to blood.
At that mont, she sensed that sothing was wrong in the air.
A fine powder filled the air, making her feel drowsy.
“Powder.”
Lin raised her head abruptly. There was nothing in the sky, only the faint sound of flapping wings seed to be transmitted directly into her head.
“Sothing’s wrong!”
Lin took a deep breath and prayed in a low voice, “TheSpirit of Falsehood that wanders through the unknown, the absolute neutral existence, the silent observer, My Lord I’ve encountered a strange situation, please grant luck, grant courage.”
In reality, she knew very well that the Lord rarely responded to sacrifices, let alone this kind of verbal prayer.
But it was a form of devotion.
The Lord might not care for man, but man must care for the Lord. He was the only light of reason!
“Hmm… so the connection is much quicker now? She only needs to pray verbally, does that an that the connection between and her is getting closer? ”
Lin’s luck was quite good. This ti, Aaron happened to be standing right next to her.
However, he wasn’t ready to answer.
“The connection between Faith and Mysticism if it’s close enough, can I break the distance barrier and hear prayers from afar?”
He thought to himself: “My Mysticism power can be given to believers through rituals and can be manipulated, but believers can’t purify Mysticism and can only sacrifice spirituality to , It seems like this way won’t work either”.
Aaron felt that his Mysticism power could be the ultimate manifestation of spirituality.
Unfortunately… the current utilisation rate was too low.
“There is also the fixed altar which is troubleso to not often respond to prayers… Let’s see if I can create a smart feedback or ssage function?”
“But that requires a very high level of Mysticism knowledge. I can’t do it unless I let Lin go and collect the branch of the Mother Tree of Flesh and bloof and fall into that state of indulgence and listen to the ravings. Then I’ll pull her back and let her repeat the knowledge she’s learned.”
Aaron was slightly excited, but then he shook his head, “This believer is very precious. If I do this too often, I’ll be discovered for sure. It’s better to let Lin do it later.”
His figure flickered and passed directly through the square, arriving in front of the departnt store.
Whether it was the monsters or the powder, they all passed through him without a trace.
Aaron made his way through the obstacles and into the warehouse. He saw a few survivors with dishevelled hair and dirty faces, hunting rifles in their hands looking outside vigilantly.
And at the centre of the survivors, a woman in a grey robe, with an oval face and green eyes, was casting a spell.
“Greetings to the symbol of life and change, the controller of the invisible threads, the great ‘Cocoon’!”
“Please grant the Powder of Confusion!”
“Please grant the Invisible Threads!”
…
Outside the departnt store, Lin was surprised to see the wandering monsters suddenly stop like statues.
Around the statues, there were extrely fine threads, like silk, connecting them to the ground.
Suddenly…
The threads contracted, cutting through the statues.
The thin and transparent lines seed to have beco the sharpest blade. In an instant, the monster was cut into many smooth cubes.
“Miss Olivia, thank you very much.”
The woman in the grey robe ended the ceremony. A group of survivors surrounded her, thanking her again and again.
“It’s nothing, Mr Aude. In this apocalypse world, helping each other is sothing we should do. Can you give a quiet room?”
Olivia shook her head, her face slightly pale: “I want to rest, don’t give food or water.”
“Of course!”
The man holding a hunting rifle, who looked to be in his forties and whose arms were full of hair, imdiately agreed and sent Olivia to a quiet room.
“Pa!”
Olivia closed the door and leaned back against it, her body beginning to shake violently.
Underneath the grey robe, lumps of flesh bulged one after the other, constantly moving around like little mice …
“Huff huff …”
Olivia gasped for breath, finally unable to hold it in, she fell to the ground and rolled around.
Aaron calmly watched the scene from the side: “The forceful use of the ceremony resulted in contamination? But … she seems to be soone who can barely control her rationality, although … it’s a bit difficult. ”
He looked out, his expression suddenly becoming a bit mysterious.
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