Demon Sage

May 15

Today is our Religion Department meeting. The achievements of my classmates make me feel ashamed. A considerable number of them already have a decent career, and I still rely on Infinita’s help, she’s a good girl with so many things, and I look forward to our relationship going further.

May 16

Ronan found me. He agreed with my religious views at yesterday’s meeting and was willing to help me find a job in religion. What an enthusiastic gentleman, I gladly obliged.

May 18

Through Ronan’s referral, I met the mysterious existence, they praised my education, which made me very happy, we communicated Religion, he warmly invited me to join, but I still need to think about it, after all, joining a religious organization without any official documents is legally prohibited, but it will improve my religious knowledge, I am sure of that.

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June 13

I noticed that Infinita met the shameless man again, this month The fifth time, even between us… this is intolerable, I feel angry, but I have more important things to do.

……

June 22

We had a quarrel, am I thinking too much?

June 23

Will I change my destiny after receiving the reward? I’m not sure, but no matter what, I want to gain strength and I won’t allow anyone to trample on my dignity, absolutely not!

……

Many pages were torn from the middle of the diary spread out on the desktop, so that the whole diary looked a little irregular. Donald didn’t know when he was lying unconscious on the table.

His physical strength was not as good as he imagined, and the repeated shocks of reality and extreme mental exhaustion made him fall asleep while reading the notes.

**

The body appears to be thrown into a bottomless pit, falling, and falling again, until vaguely discernible images begin to appear around it.

A log table with a diameter of half a meter is surrounded by three people. The perspective is somewhere next to it. Discussions are taking place on the round table.

“Donald, this is an opportunity for us to change our destiny. As long as you are nodded, our plan can proceed smoothly, and we will receive unprecedented rewards!”

The round table A youngster with swollen eyes and a collapsed nose, with an uncomplimentable appearance, was excitedly saying something to the youngster who kept his head down.

Is that “me”?

Is this Donald’s dream, or something that “me” once experienced?

Some impressive memory fragments did not disappear completely, but reappeared in sleep in the form of dreams.

“Ronan, I want to think again, this kind of thing is not legal, if something goes wrong…”

“I” call him Ronan, which It’s people who introduce “I” to cults.

Take a note of what he looks like to make sure you recognize him next time you see him.

“You shouldn’t have any hesitation, you are a follower of the Lord, this is a manifestation of your lack of faith, Donald, you have to make a choice immediately, against the will of the Lord, you should know what will happen Punishment.”

The man on the right spoke at this time, his voice low and with a silent deterrent force, as he turned his back to Donald, trying to see his face, The position must be changed, and the perspective begins to change with the action of the mind.

However, at the moment when I was about to see the other’s face, “I” who had been bowing his head suddenly turned his head, and the pair of black blood pupils stared at Donald with a grim face and clenched teeth. on.

“I” was furious… furious!

No! that’s not me”!

**

“Ah! Hiss~”

The awakened Donald’s body jerked backwards, his knees hit the table and made a dull sound and pain. Then came.

The next second, Donald felt a deep sense of horror, that furious face, he never thought that the quiet and polite self in the mirror would have such an expression.

I stretched my chair back and glanced at the pocket watch on the table. At 3:00 in the morning, I saw that the window in front of the desk was completely dark. It was the darkest time before dawn…

He stared at the notes on the table for a while, picked up the pen beside him, he was going to write down some content from last night and dreams, he is now confused, and concentrating these clues on paper will make him better to judge.

The text in the diary in front of me is the text of this world, but the nib of the pen is written in squares from the previous life. This is Donald’s intention. He wants to make sure that no one but himself knows the content.

When you are in a foreign land, you must be wary of others.

Diary message: Infinita’s charity (since it’s a husband and wife, why use the word charity?), Ronan’s introduction (cult believer?), illegal church organization (cult), Infinita and a certain man frequent meetings (Pharaoh?), more important things (the follow-up diary was torn up, this should happen from June 13th to June 22nd), and rewards for power (Demon who killed “me” Descension Ceremony?)

Dream message: Ronan’s instigation, oppression by unknown people (they’re asking for the so-called more important thing).

List the information, and then find the key to it.

Donald wants to live well in this world, he has to figure out some things, for example: the nature of a cult.

The predecessor participated in this organization, generally speaking, this kind of underground association that is not accepted by the law, it is difficult to get in, and it is even more difficult to get out!

In order to ensure their secrecy, doing some harm to those who try to leave the sect is simply having the words at hand. After all, as long as they are discovered by the government and the orthodox sect, they will be in the shortest A devastating blow in time.

Yes, Donald knows from the books on the table that the sects in this world are extremely powerful, and the official statistics of the entire Ryan Empire are no less than twenty.

Most of these sects have their own parishes scattered throughout the Ryan Empire.

The believers in the major sects range from aristocrats and nobles to low-level civilians, covering almost the entire social class.

It can be said that believers are the foundation of every sect, those who hide in the dark, do some sneaky activities all day to attract believers, but are unwilling to take social responsibility, the government and the orthodox sect is naturally abhorrent.

“Have to find a way to get out of this cult…”

Donald wants to have a normal life, that’s what he has to do, he doesn’t want to be inexplicable Die in a ceremony of a cult, let alone die in the encirclement and suppression of the orthodox sect, the Inquisition mentioned in the book is really not a good place.

It’s just that his current understanding of this cult is only in the memory fragments of diaries and dreams, and everything can only be explored slowly.

Taking this aside for a while, Donald is now facing a very serious problem, and that is the change in his body.

Is it true that I have signed a contract with the demon and gained some kind of power?

Thinking of this, Donald involuntarily recalled his situation in the alley last night. He saw the gray fog and bloodshot above the heads of the two murderers. their power to act.

If I can use this power, will it help my next actions?

The depressed mood is inexplicably boosted. As a transmigrator, if there is anything else that can make him feel safe in this world, it is only this power of unknown origin.

At least it’s not nothing, is it?

For the time being, I haven’t found any problems with using this power other than physical fatigue. Donald is not pedantic. In order to survive, he doesn’t mind trying some methods that he has never been exposed to before.

took a deep breath, stretched out his hand flat on the table, Donald was ready to try, he remembered watching a movie, the protagonist was a skeleton who could drive a motorcycle, and others seemed to be too Made a deal with the demon and gained power.

How about learning from senior?

“cough cough, hmmm…I now imagine myself communicating with the Fire Elements, condensing them in my hands…smoke somehow?”

“cough cough, um… p>

Wind Element, Thunder Element, Water Element… I tried it over and over, but none of those legendary elemental energies responded to Donald.

Looking at the unresponsive palm, Donald’s mood fell into depression again, he twisted his wrist helplessly, glanced at the table casually, and immediately stopped on the pen.

If elemental energy has no reaction, what about pure spirit strength?

The finger pointed to the middle of the pen, and his mind kept imagining the appearance of the pen standing up. Next moment Donald noticed the change in his body, and a strange feeling came from the center of his eyebrows, as if his thinking suddenly It has become something invisible, but it actually exists, extending from the fingertips.

It must be compared with something…similar to the shape of water flow.

Well, this is not to say that Donald has brain issues, but his mind power or spirit strength extends to the body in an invisible state of water flow, the amount is not much, it is probably just the exit of the syringe after removing the needle The flow of the shot, the finger is the outlet medium.

I can’t say how powerful the power was, but it was there, and a few seconds later, Donald felt the outline of the pen in his mind.

The position of the fingers remains the same. First, the tip of the pen trembles, and then the entire pen swings. Under Donald’s full of surprise, the pen is successfully erected…

“Amazing…Is this a superpower?”

The happy mood made Donald forget the current predicament for a while, and the distraction made spirit strength immediately lose control .

Another feeling of exhaustion followed, much lighter than in the alley, but still made Donald feel a tingle in his chest.

The feeling of exhaustion from just holding a pen upright makes Donald somewhat completely unprepared.

After resting for a while, Donald decided to try again, the goal this time was to float and he was looking for something lighter.

Dark red beads.

However, what happened this time was something Donald never expected. When his spirit strength touched the dark red bead, the bead seemed to be activated and began to emit pale red. The aerosol did not dissipate, but adhered to Donald’s spirit strength.

“No, this doesn’t belong to you!!”

Donald lowered his head suddenly, his expression was a familiar grimace, his scarlet pupils reappeared, but the roar from his mouth was extremely obscure. language.