Demon Sage

May 15

Today is the gathering of our religious department. The achievements of my classmates make me feel ashamed. A considerable number of them already have a decent career, and I still rely on the help of Infinita. She is a good girl with a body The advantages are countless, and I look forward to furthering our relationship.

May 16

Ronan found me. He agreed very much with my religious views at yesterday's meeting, and was willing to help me find a job in religion. He was really a warm-hearted gentleman, and I readily agreed.

May 18

Through Ronan's introduction, I met the mysterious existence, and they praised my education, which made me very happy, we exchanged religions, and he warmly invited me to join, but I still need to consider, after all, joining Religious organizations without any official paperwork are legally prohibited, but it would improve my knowledge of religious studies, I'm sure of that.

......

June 13

I noticed that Infinita met the man with no shame again, this is the fifth time this month, even between us... this is intolerable, I'm angry, but I There are more important things to do.

......

June 22

We had a quarrel, am I thinking too much?

June 23

Will I change my destiny if I get 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 diary spread out on the table, so that the entire diary looked a little irregular. Donald who was watching the diary did not know when he was lying unconscious on the table.

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

**

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

There is a log table with a diameter of half a meter. Three people are sitting around, and 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 nod your head, our plan can proceed smoothly, and we will receive unprecedented rewards!"

On the round table, a young man with swollen eyes and a slumped nose, with an uncomplimentable appearance, was excitedly saying something to the young man on the opposite side who kept his head down.

Is that "I"?

Is this Donald's dream, and what happened to the "me"?

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

"Ronan, I want to think about it again, this kind of thing is illegal, if something happens..."

"I" called him Ronan, and this was the person who introduced "I" to the cult.

Make a note of his appearance to make sure you can 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 and go against the will of the Lord. You should know what kind of punishment there will be."

The person sitting on the right spoke at this time, with a low tone and a kind of silent deterrent force. Since he had his back to Donald, if he wanted to see his face clearly, he had to change his position, so the perspective followed the thought. action to change.

However, at the moment when he was about to see the other's face, "I" who had been keeping his head down suddenly turned his head, and the pair of black blood pupils stared at Donald with a grim face and clenched teeth.

"I" was angry... Furious!

Do not! that's not me"!

**

"Ah! Hiss~"

The awakened Donald jerked back, his knees hit the table with a dull sound, and pain followed.

The next second, Donald felt a deep fear, that furious face, he never imagined that the quiet and gentle self in the mirror would have such an expression.

Pushing back his chair, he glanced at the pocket watch on the table. At 3:00 in the morning, he saw that the window in front of the desk was completely dark. It was the darkest time before dawn...

Staring at the notes on the table for a while, he picked up the pen beside him. He was going to write down some content from last night and his dream. He is now in a state of confusion. Concentrating these clues on paper will allow him to make better judgments.

The words in the diary in front of him are the words of this world, but the words written on the tip of the pen are the square words of the previous life. This is Donald's intention. He wants to make sure that no one but himself knows the content.

In a foreign land, the heart to guard against others is indispensable.

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 in the middle of June 13th and June 22nd), rewards that can get power (the one that killed "I" Demon-subduing ceremony?)

Dream message: Ronan's instigation, oppression by unknown people (the thing they asked for is probably the so-called more important thing).

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

If Donald wants to live well in this world, he must figure out some things, such as the nature of a cult.

The predecessor participated in this organization. Generally speaking, this kind of underground association that is not accepted by law is difficult to get in and even harder to get out!

In order to ensure their secrecy, some actions within the cult that hurt those who try to leave the sect are simply at your fingertips. After all, as long as they are discovered by the government and the orthodox sect, they will be devastated in the shortest possible time.

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

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

Believers in major sects and sects range from princes 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 and do sneaky deeds all day to attract believers, but are unwilling to assume social responsibilities, are naturally detested by the government and orthodox sects.

"We must find a way to break away from this cult organization..."

Donald wants to have a normal life, that's what he has to do. He doesn't want to die in a cult ritual inexplicably, and he doesn't want to die under the siege 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.

Putting this aside for the time being, Donald is still facing a very serious problem, and that is the change in his body.

Did you really sign a contract with the devil and gain 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, and in the follow-up, the power that could control their actions erupted.

If I can use this power, will it be helpful for the next action?

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 not nothing, right?

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.

Taking a deep breath, he stretched out his hand and placed it on the table. Donald was ready to try. He remembered that he had seen a movie. The protagonist was a skeleton who could drive a motorcycle. They seemed to have made a deal with the devil, and then gained strength.

How about learning from your predecessors?

"Cough, um... I now imagine myself communicating with the fire element, condensing them in my hands... Is there any smoke?"

The wind element, the thunder element, the water element... I tried it over and over, but none of those legendary element 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 does not respond, what about pure mental energy?

The finger pointed to the middle of the pen, and his mind kept imagining the appearance of the pen standing up. The next moment Donald noticed the change in his body, and a strange feeling came from the center of his eyebrows, as if his thoughts had suddenly become invisible. UU reading www.uukanshu.com things that actually exist are extending from the fingertips.

Must be compared with something... similar to the shape of water flow.

Eh, this is not to say that Donald's brain is flooded, but his mind power or mental power extends to the body in an invisible state of water flow, the amount is not much, it is probably just the flow of the syringe outlet after removing the needle, and the finger will is an export medium.

I can't say how powerful this power is, but it does exist, and after a few seconds, Donald felt the outline of the pen in his mind.

The position of the fingers remained the same. First, the nib trembled, and then the entire pen swayed. Under Donald's full of surprise, the pen was successfully erected...

"Amazing... Am I a superpower?"

The happy mood made Donald briefly forget the current predicament, and the distraction made his mental power immediately lose control.

What followed was another feeling of exhaustion, which was much lighter than the state in the alley, but still made Donald feel annoyed in his chest.

Just holding a pen makes him tired, and Donald was caught off guard by this weak superpower.

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

Dark red beads.

However, what happened this time was something Donald never thought of. When his mental power touched the dark red bead, the bead seemed to be activated and began to emit a light red mist, which did not dissipate. , but attached to Donald's mental power.

"No, this doesn't belong to you!"

Donald lowered his head suddenly, his expression was a familiar grim expression, his scarlet pupils reappeared, but he roared extremely obscure language.