Transcendent Dawn

Chapter 33: To Be a Real Horror

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
In the fast food restaurant.

Staring at his elder brother, or at least the elder brother of the previous owner of this body, Thulhu had an enlightened look on his face as his eyes scanned the other man from head to toe several times.

While Thulhu resembled their mother, Roald looked more like their father, Doncaster Botley. Roald had distinct features and a hooked nose. His thick lips were often compressed into a thin line, which made him look serious.

Roald was devouring the burgers in front of him, and Thulhu swore that Roald practically didn’t need to chew.

“When was the last time you ate anything?” asked Thulhu.

The way Roald ate made Thulhu think of some homeless guy in the park.

“Two days! It’s really hard to buy a train ticket right now, and food on the train is too expensive…”

Roald Botley responded after stuffing himself with seven beef burgers and a full glass of orange juice. “I immediately set off after receiving your letter.”

“Sorry, the matter’s been settled already!”

Thulhu shrugged, feeling that it was a pity.

If Roald had arrived one day earlier, Thulhu might have made a completely different choice.

“I see… I was still late, then.” Roald nodded.

He took a closer look at Thulhu, then said, “You’ve grown a lot! I mean… It’s really nice to see you again!”

Roald forced out a gentle smile. Thulhu could tell that Roald was really trying.

After all, the last time they saw each other was four years ago.

Thulhu looked a bit depressed. “What about the old guy? Also, why did you write me that letter? What is that thing in the letter?”

The fast food restaurant was quite busy, so Thulhu was cryptic with his words.

“He… he’s not doing very well. Badly, I should say.”

Roald lowered his voice.

“What happened?”

Thulhu hoped that Roald wasn’t going to tell him that their father had gone missing, which would be too much like a soap opera.

Roald looked around and leaned closer. “He… well… he’s far away now, using that method you know!”

“The method… I know…?”

Thulhu murmured. His fists clenched tight. He recalled the raging fire in his memory.

That was the most painful memory which the previous owner of this body had hidden deep inside him – the raging fire was from the ritual which Doncaster had set up to improve his class, but it failed in the end!

Although it was only a memory, Thulhu’s body still couldn’t help trembling slightly. “We… we need to talk.”

“No problem!”

Roald wiped his mouth. “The two of us do need to have a good chat. Let’s go somewhere quiet.”

Roald stood up.

Thulhu noticed Roald’s empty pockets. The meal was obviously on him.

…

Thulhu and Roald walked through open land in an inner suburb.

It was clear around them, and they could see far off into the distance.

As they walked, they traded stories.

Thulhu basically told Roald everything, as it was Roald who had given him the page from the black magic book.

Of course, he wasn’t going to tell Roald about his transmigration and cheat codes.

Thus, Thulhu focused on Beatrice and Katherine.

Roald frowned. “From your description, the woman named Katherine should be a Shadower. A Shadower can do a lot of unbelievable things with shadows. Shadowers are very evil as they rob other people of their shadows, but they aren’t hard to defeat.”

“Not hard to defeat… Easy for you to say…” said Thulhu gloomily.

Thulhu could tell that his elder brother was much stronger than he was. His ribs ached from the hug that Roald had given him earlier.

“That’s right. An extraordinary is always extremely dangerous to ordinary people, regardless of class or occupation. You did very well, Thulhu.”

Roald nodded and said gently, “I’ll talk to the guy on the school board, so that you won’t be pulled into any further trouble.”

Hearing this, Thulhu felt much more reassured.

Then Roald turned to look at Thulhu with a very serious expression on his face. “But what I really want to warn you about is that corpse princess, Beatrice! I’m afraid that she’s transformed!”

“Can you be more specific?” asked Thulhu.

“What I said in my letter was all true. The book page is from a secret group which worships death. But I’ve never been good at ancient languages, and I had a difficult time reading it, so I hoped that you could take a look at it for me,” said Roald.

“Without the magic spell described on that page, I would have been arrested as a murderer.” Thulhu shook his head.

Although the upper class in this world knew of extraordinary power, ordinary cops didn’t. No one would have believed Thulhu’s words if he had been caught.

Thulhu never liked to place all his hopes on someone else’s kindness.

“I’m not saying that you shouldn’t have used the spell, I’m just saying that… It’s very strange!”

Roald stopped walking. “When you cast the black magic as an ordinary person, the ritual should have failed. But something went wrong, either because the girl was special or because you used the power of the moon…”

Thulhu recalled what happened at that time. Roald was right. Without his attributes panel, there would have been no way the ritual could have worked.

He remembered the unknown, mysterious power he borrowed that night.

That power was the only reason the ritual worked.

“Beatrice… the girl – you said she was very important to Katherine. It’s almost certain that Katherine was using young women as sacrifices, and Beatrice would have made a very good sacrifice, mostly due to her special constitution. In the Goddess of Light Church, a young woman like her might become a saint. But at the same time, some evil gods would view her body as a great container for their evil power!”

Roald’s words made Thulhu’s heart sink. “You’re saying… that some evil power interrupted my ritual and turned Beatrice into its sacrifice? A container?”

“That’s right. However, since you were still the one who conducted the ritual, your involvement has made the whole thing more complicated. She has to listen to you in part. In other words, she has to kill you in order to be completely free or to belong wholly to this other power!”

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“Then why… why hasn’t she come for me yet?” Thulhu was quite scared and hurriedly asked the question.

“As I said, it’s complicated. You said you had some control over the corpse princess after the ritual, so I believe that you’re still the master. That unknown power made the ritual work, and this is just a seed, a start!”

“A start?” Thulhu was confused.

“Dawn of the Gods is just beginning. Both righteous and evil gods are still sleeping. Everything has only just started!”

Roald said, “But seeds will germinate in the end. That corpse princess has been blessed by the power of death, and she’s growing fast. At some point, she’ll have to kill you, the master, through some ritual in order to gain her full power and become a real horror!”