Chapter 344
"This is indeed a good item" Ferd reached out his hand to grab the bottle of corpse oil. Field reached out and grabbed the bottle of corpse oil. He looked at it carefully, then slowly rose up. He no longer looked at the bottle of corpse oil.
"This is a source of mana refined by several mages. Through certain rituals, one can even inherit some spells" Ferd slowly explained: "As for how this ritual came about, you'll have to rely on your spirit sense to obtain it" Ferd slowly explained: "As for how this ritual came about, you'll have to rely on your spirit sense to obtain it from it"
After saying so, Ferd's body returned to the ceiling along with the black substance, as if it had never existed.
Roger was also extremely excited. Was he finally going to obtain the power of Mysticism? His spirit sense alone was no longer enough for him to deal with his current situation.
"As expected of the Son of Heaven, when I'm in a predicament, I'll always receive help from others" Roger took the bottle of corpse oil and left the classroom. He couldn't wait to listen to it anymore.
A few moments later, a head peeked down from the ceiling. It was Ferd.
"A new Mystic has arrived in Mobis? Why would he help Roger, and why did he leave such a fatal flaw inside? "Ferd's gaze was grim.
"It's been 10 years, I've been trapped here for 10 years, no one can stop me from escaping!!" Ferd couldn't hold back his anger any longer as the black substance around him began to spread out from the ceiling and spread throughout the entire classroom.
Roger returned to his residence. After sending the housemaids away, he took a cold shower and took out the bottle of corpse oil. He held it with both hands and placed it between his eyebrows. He used his spirit sense to sense the information inside.
The spirits inside ran out, but they weren't complete, they couldn't even speak properly. Roger, who had experienced this before, wasn't afraid at all. He carefully listened to the contents of the corpse oil and soon obtained the ritual to inherit the magic contained within.
Because Roger had already prepared quite a few Mysticism items in this room after activating his spirit sense, the ritual quickly began.
Roger lit white candles at the four corners of the room, then took out the corpse oil and poured it over the candles bit by bit. He then connected the candles at the four corners with the corpse oil and drew a circle in the middle where the candles intersected.
Roger then sat down at the center of the circle and placed five items next to him: a knife, a bow and arrow, sulfur powder, a skull, and a blank book.
The four candles in the four corners of the room burned brightly, at the same time, a strange smell of corpse oil permeated the room. While immersed in this smell, Roger slowly fell into a half-asleep, half-awake state.
In this state, he could clearly see the four spirits surrounding him. Their true faces were completely revealed to him.
All four of them were dead, as could be seen from the state of their spirits. The first of them had a large wound on his neck, which seemed to be a saber wound. In his daze, Roger noticed that this spirit had already taken out a saber that he had prepared beforehand and stabbed it into his neck.
The sensation of pain was clearly imprinted on Roger's body. At this very moment, he had completely tossed aside any magical abilities he had. The pain of his body and the fear of death made him want nothing more than to run away, but he found that he couldn't control his body anymore.
After stabbing him once, the spirit slowly entered Roger's body through the wound. The next spirit acted. He raised his bow and arrow and pierced Roger's body with a sharp arrow. Roger could even feel his heart being pierced through.
The four spirits performed their magic on Roger's body one at a time, then entered his body through the wounds of the swords and arrows. The sulfur powder ignited into flames, causing Roger to experience the pain of being burned alive. The skull fragment was related to the curse, causing Roger to feel as if his skull was about to explode.
Only the final book didn't have a spirit in its possession to harm Roger, but it also seemed to have an effect on Roger.
Early in the morning of the next day, Roger screamed in fear, then woke up from his sleep. He hurriedly touched his body, only to find that he was perfectly fine, but the sensation of dying in four different ways was so intense that it left a deep impression on Roger.
After confirming that he was fine, Roger finally calmed down. As expected, he had obtained some of the power of the master of the corpse oil. A stream of mana flowed through his body, and at the same time, several spell casting methods appeared in his mind.
There's too little mana. Roger quickly discovered the drawback. His mana was inherited from the corpses, and when they were still alive, they had to use the axle ritual to borrow mana from the Evil God. But Roger only inherited spells, not the axle ritual, so he had to think of another way to obtain mana.
Rewinding time a bit to the afternoon of the previous day, when Negri returned to the dormitory, he saw the other auditing students who had moved into the dormitory. For these people, being able to live in the academy was an honor, so they quickly moved in as well.
Negri shook his head. These people had most likely entered the tiger's den, and since they weren't Negri, there was no telling how many of them would be able to escape.
While eating, Negri chatted with the auditing students for a while. For the sake of humanitarianism, Negri told them the name of an Evil God in the form of a legend.
"Tynecus, an Evil God who likes to protect the weak who get involved in accidents. If you encounter an unexpected horror, call out to him in your heart, and you will receive a response." Negri kindly gave his companions a way out.
"According to what you said, this kind of God should be a good God, how can you call him an Evil God!?" A young man with a buzz cut couldn't help but refute. At the same time, his eyes slightly glanced at a beautiful blonde lady on the side. To him, this blonde lady was simply an angel.
And Negri's previous words had attracted the blonde lady's attention, so the young man with the buzz cut stood up to refute Negri's words in order to gain that woman's attention.
"There is naturally a reason why Tynecus is called an Evil God. He will help the weak escape into unexpected whirlpools, then strip them of their most important things, saving their lives but destroying their hopes." Negri didn't take the young man's provocation to heart.
From Negri's point of view, among these people, the one with the highest chance of survival was the blonde lady called Nox. Under her delicate and noble appearance, there were many secrets hidden.
For example, her lipstick made her lips look pink and tender, but Negri could smell the scent of blood from them.
From the Sediments, 'Negary' learned one thing: some of the children of the Sediments were sold to women as commodities, the blood from their young bodies would become one of the ingredients for cosmetics. These women believed that this would allow them to maintain their youth forever.
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