Great Osa above, please save us. The Nemo Gra.s.sland has not rained for three years. The rivers and wells have all dried up, and the people of Ukuru tribe are going to die out. My poor daughter, she too is about to die....
Great Osa, you must have heard my prayer. My mother finally agreed to take our family to leave the Nemo Gra.s.sland. With the help of my mother"s good reputation, our family pa.s.sed by dozens of tribes in the Nemo Gra.s.sland and only got into one conflict. That time, Mother killed the other tribe"s patriarch and, as a punishment, robbed their most beautiful woman, who will become my new wife.
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We came to the Kingdom of Yoruba, the most powerful kingdom in the southern part of Saha Continent. Everything was fine here. Mother sold a gem, and our entire family now lives in a comfortable house. My new wife is finally pregnant.
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The d.a.m.ned Yoruba, they discovered Mother"s presence and threatened to burn Mother if we didn"t leave. Foska got mad and killed several Yoruba policemen. We were under siege and then attacked. My new wife and daughter were both killed, and I was injured in a way that made me no longer able to produce children for the family.
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A sly illegal immigration broker found us. He promised to take us out of Yoruba to the legendary paradise: the Condor Federation, and Mother gave him her last gem.
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We finally arrived at the Condor Federation. My mother wanted to kill the broker to take back the gem, but she found that her power was declining rapidly, and she couldn"t continue killing anymore. We couldn"t make a living with Mother"s powers any more. And this was not heaven, this was h.e.l.l for the poor.
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For the family, I sold myself. A sordid middleman introduced me to a couple to be their butler. The income was high, but half of it went to the middleman. Nevertheless, the rest was enough to feed my family. Balagon also went to the butcher"s as an apprentice.
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After twenty years, Mother suddenly contacted me. She said that she could feel her power was recovering rapidly, and the world seemed to have undergone unknown changes, such that magical witchcraft not only worked again, but had greater powers than ever before. Mother said that she had already reached the edge of a higher level, and she would be going out to travel to gain more experiences, so she gave me the responsibility of caring for the family.
Coincidentally, that couple died in a car accident, leaving behind a generous amount of family property and a stupid child.
I need a fresh body, and I also need those properties. I can finally make a huge contribution to the family. It seems that it"s time for me to start preparing for that ceremony, and I will definitely succeed."
This was the final page.
The first half of Old Morgan"s diary recorded some witchcraft, but the second half was really his diary.
From his intermittent descriptions, it was not hard to know that Old Morgan was smuggled from the distant Saha Continent more than twenty years ago. In the process, his wife and children died, and for a livelihood, he sold himself to those dark employment agencies.
Of course, these were not important.
What really got Tang Qi"s attention was that Old Morgan had a family.
And from the diary, he learned that the person in charge of this family was not Old Morgan, but his mother, an old witch who seemed pretty dangerous.
Apparently, Old Morgan learned his witchcraft from her.
So right now, the situation was that although he had obtained the riches of a wealth-inheriting son, he also offended a family who knew witchcraft. Judging from the diary of Old Morgan, this family obviously had no problems with killing people, without any moral considerations holding them back.
Old Morgan and this family could endure hards.h.i.+p for more than twenty years because after entering the Condor Federation, their witchcraft could no longer work. Now they came out into the world again because the power of witchcraft had returned.
Although only minute details were described, it was not hard to guess that this world who appeared to be like Earth from his previous life actually had real supernatural powers. He was just unsure whether all of those who possessed such powers only had their powers recently restored, like the old witch, or had had it from the beginning…
Regardless of all this, his top priority was keeping this hard-earned new life under the threat of revenge from that perverted family.
But I am all alone, without any family or acquaintances. And I"m only an ordinary person. How can I fight against a witch who knows witchcraft and her whole family?
Go to the police?
This was the first thought that came to the mind of Tang Qi, who came from the civilized world. Unfortunately, he quickly shook his head and rejected it. It was not difficult to learn from the memories of his original body that although he had seen the existence of supernatural power, this world was no different from the Earth of his previous life on the surface.
In other words, if Tang Qi went to the police, the most likely thing was that he would be treated as a neurotic and possibly be charged with murdering the old housekeeper.
This road was blocked. Tang Qi realized he might eventually have to rely on his own strength.
With this thought, Tang Qi looked right at the diary in his hand and those few crudely crafted witchcraft gadgets. He said somewhat helplessly, "Even if I was very talented and learned this witchcraft really quickly, it would be impossible for me to fight a ruthless old witch. It"d probably be the same as looking for my own death."
"What should I do? Otherwise, I can sell all the property and flee from Moses City. Maybe that"d allow me to escape the revenge of that perverted family."
Tang Qi knew clearly that the last method was the best one, only that he instinctively resisted the idea of running away before the fight even began.
He thought hard for a long time but came up with no good method. Tang Qi sighed softly, and his look subconsciously fell on the last item on Old Morgan"s body: a strange and ancient parchment scroll.
The diary of Old Morgan said that the parchment was left behind by his dead second wife. The father of his wife was the tribal chief killed by Old Morgan"s mother, and the parchment was a sacred object that the tribe had enshrined for hundreds of years.
Tang Qi put down his diary, picked up the parchment, and slowly unfolded it.
Tang Qi actually didn"t hold much hope for the parchment scroll. After all, since this thing had been in the hands of Old Morgan, it had also been in the hands of the old witch. If it really was something magical or sacred, it"d have long been taken by the old witch.
After he opened it up, it confirmed Tang Qi"s prediction, because nothing happened.
Although the parchment felt very comfortable, its color was mottled with an air of ancientness; what was slightly strange was that although it was deep in the night, the parchment still felt very warm as though it had been exposed under the sun the whole time.
Coincidentally, after the parchment was opened, there was only a totem drawn on it.
A sun, a golden sun.
Tang Qi stared at the totem for a while, and besides feeling a bit dizzy, he had no gains.
"Indeed, it"s more realistic to run away."
He muttered and was about to put the parchment scroll aside to continue studying the diary.
But something unexpected happened.
Tang Qi"s pupils shrank abruptly, and in front of him, a familiar scene appeared.
A special image appeared in Tang Qi"s eyes.
Wonder: Ancient Scroll of Parchment
[Information Fragment 1: The scroll is a magical item that contains the Golden Furnace Meditation Method. It can be decrypted.]
[Information Fragment 2: Decryption method: Hold the parchment scroll against the sunlight of dawn, and recite internally, "The sun is a golden furnace, the only fuel is the soul." After 10 seconds, the magical item will be restored.]
It appeared. It appeared again.
Tang Qi forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart and concentrated on the scene in front of him.
A similar but different scene happened when Tang Qi was still a lowly demon of adjudication. Back then, when Tang Qi looked at anything, there would be an interface similar to the ones that appeared when playing online games in his previous life, except this one was more concise and mysterious.
At that time, Tang Qi thought it was a benefit from him pa.s.sing into another world, but after he was reborn, all the scenes disappeared again, which made Tang Qi think that he had to be a devil to see it.
Now it seemed that Tang Qi was wrong.
Perhaps it took something supernatural in order for such an interface to appear.
The Balance Scale of Soul Exchange in operation was a supernatural magical object, so was he when he was a demon of adjudication, and so was the soul of Old Morgan and this magical parchment scroll.
Of course, it might also be that he was simply too weak, so it only worked sometimes?
Also, what should this ability be called?
Knowing everything… Omniscience?
Tang Qi guessed at the ways his special ability worked and named it at the same time, while his eyes fell directly on those two information fragments.
According to the fragments, the true state of this ancient parchment scroll should be a magical object that recorded the "Golden Furnace Meditation Method". And the way to restore it to its original state was directly displayed in front of Tang Qi.
An uncomplicated method, but if he didn"t know the spell, even if he had the parchment scroll for hundreds of years, he wouldn"t have been able to solve the mystery.
Just like how the tribe where the second wife of Old Morgan came from had dedicated hundreds of years wors.h.i.+ping, and likely studying it, but in the end it didn"t even work as well as Tang Qi"s one single look.
"Golden Furnace Meditation Method!"
"Dawn!"
Tang Qi muttered and stood up, holding the parchment scroll.
He walked straight to the window, reached out, and abruptly grabbed the extravagantly beautiful curtains. With a clatter, the curtains separated, and warm sunlight came through the window in an instant, dispelling the darkness in the study and falling right on the parchment scroll in Tang Qi"s hands.
Tang Qi immediately lifted the parchment scroll and placed it completely in the sunlight. He closed his eyes and recited in silence, "The sun is a golden furnace, the only fuel is the soul."
When the last word was spoken, Tang Qi began to count down in his mind.
Ten!
Nine!
Eight!
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One!
Tang Qi opened his eyes suddenly; his nervous and expectant look fell on the parchment scroll again.
Was it successful?
Has it been restored?
Although Tang Qi didn"t know what the so-called Golden Furnace Meditation Method was, at this moment, it sounded like some extraordinary cultivation method, which was undoubtedly Tang Qi"s greatest hope now.
When Tang Qi"s look fell upon it at the last count…
Tang Qi saw the golden sunlight spill on the parchment scroll, and like a stream of water, it flowed around the totem of the sun. When the golden ray of sunlight reached the center of the totem…
Boom!
The golden light erupted violently, covering Tang Qi and the study as a whole. Although it was only a brief second, Tang Qi still felt a boundless warmth because the emotions of nervousness, anxiety, and fear from his recent experiences — waking up as a devil, scheming against Old Morgan, and being reborn as a human — all dissipated silently at this moment.
At this time, Tang Qi was very calm as he looked into his palm again.
Why, the parchment scroll was gone.
Replacing it was a ball with a golden glow, which melted away like a warm and bright newborn sun. Then, as Tang Qi"s eyes widened and stared at it, it slowly melted into his palm.
In a trance, Tang Qi once again captured several information fragments.
The magical object is restored!
Ancient meditation method discovered: Golden Furnace Meditation Method!
Can be transformed into a skill!
Transforming!
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