Transcendent Dawn

Chapter 7: The Creepy Lady

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
In the private dining room.

Blood was all over the place, and a female body lay in the middle of it. There was a pentagram drawn in blood on the body, and there was a mysterious symbol at each of its points.

The scene looked very evil.

If it didn’t work, Thulhu would be accused of being a cultist on top of being a murderer.

Thulhu’s face looked cold. Using ancient Heber, he chanted,

“I pray for the blessing of darkness…

“I borrow the power of the moon…

“Thou, who keeps lingering in the darkness! In the name of the caster, Thulhu Botley, please come back to life!”

The use of ancient Heber in the casting made his tone sound mysterious and eerie.

Thulhu’s voice even sounded abnormally low and hoarse.

The candles on the table suddenly went dim, but a second later, they flickered back to normal, as if nothing happened.

He failed?!

Thulhu started to get a bad headache and the look on his face was very serious.

But he had to admit, this result was completely within his expectations. He wasn’t an extraordinary yet, and his skill level was rather low. A failure was well within expectations.

Then came the sound of footsteps.

Someone was coming down the corridor.

If Thulhu were the murderer, he would definitely send someone here to catch him at the scene.

Thulhu felt very dizzy and nauseated, but he forced himself to cast the spell again.

He had already set everything up, and he would try until the very last second. This sort of perseverance was part of his personality.

Also, his casting was much smoother the second time round.

It sounded like he was singing a song, a paean for the world of the dead.

“Sir? Do you need help?”

It was the waiter outside the door. The noise in the room had caught his attention.

Thulhu’s head was buzzing badly, and there was only one sentence left now.

He was afraid that he was going to fail again.

He was almost out of breath from anxiety.

The waiter was already banging on the door. He could barge in at any time.

“In the name of the caster, Thulhu Botley, please come back to life!”

The last sentence consumed all of Thulhu’s remaining strength.

Somehow, when he recited the last sentence in a low voice, another voice joined in.

With the additional voice, the pentagram on the floor started glowing with a scarlet light.

It worked!

Thulhu was thrilled, and his brain instantly felt reenergized. He wondered why. He recalled the voice he heard…

The look on his face suddenly changed.

At the end of the ritual, he heard the owner of the other voice murmur, “In the name of the moon!”

He had no idea what that was about.

But he couldn’t change anything now.

The pentagram on Beatrice’s body was shining and the light suddenly became even brighter.

Thulhu almost lost his balance and fell to the floor. “Damn!”

In that moment, he realized once again that he wasn’t an extraordinary yet.

Although his casting had worked, he didn’t have any “mana points,” so the spell had literally pulled out his life force!

On the panel, his constitution value suddenly dropped from 0.9 to 0.6!

Thulhu felt like part of his bones and blood had been drawn out. His face was pale and he had to sit back on the couch.

He then heard the sound of flowing liquid.

He opened his eyes with great effort and saw that the blood on the floor was flowing, as if it was alive, back into Beatrice’s chest.

After all the blood was back inside, the wound healed on its own, as if nothing had ever happened.

At the end of the ritual, the pentagram quickly shrank and became an imprint on Beatrice’s forehead.

Then, with a flash, even the imprint disappeared into her skin.

Meanwhile, Thulhu could feel that his spirit was connected to something else in this space. It felt like a puppy on a leash.

It worked!

Struggling, he gave the body a command. “Stand up.”

Beatrice’s body twitched a bit and then climbed to its feet on its own. There was a hollow look on its face as it stared at him.

It was quite creepy!

The waiter was still banging on the door. Thulhu tried to tidy himself up a little more before he opened the door with a pissed look on his face.

“What is it?”

“Er…”

The waiter almost fell to the floor when the door suddenly opened. He then quickly glanced around the room.

One gentleman and one lady. Clothes a bit messy. The gentleman looked a little pale. The waiter wondered how hard the man had worked.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, the waiter cleared his throat and asked, “Sir, lady, do you need anything else?”

“No… we… don’t!”

Before Thulhu said anything, Beatrice, or actually, the corpse princess, had already answered!

“S… sorry!”

The waiter looked very embarrassed. He hurriedly closed the door.

Thulhu turned around, horrified. “Shit! You talk?!”

A corpse princess was a servant of the lowest rank. In other words, controlling a corpse princess was like manipulating a puppet. A puppet couldn’t talk.

Maybe some masters could do it, but Thulhu was by no means a master!

“All extraordinary rituals can be very dangerous, because you don’t know what the end product might be, especially with the dark ones. It’s very possible that the results might be very horrible…”

Thulhu recalled the lines in the book. A thrill ran through him.

Staring at Beatrice, he felt that she looked colder and somehow even more beautiful.

He tried to command her to stand up, sit down, reach out with her hands, lift her legs, and talk. But this time, she didn’t speak.

Thulhu realized that some kind of variation had definitely happened with this corpse princess, which no longer made it a simple puppet. Instead, it could follow his commands and make some semi-intelligent movements.

The end product of this ritual was quite strange, and it was very possibly a bad result!

Anyway…

Thulhu checked the room and found that all the blood had been drawn back into the body.

He immediately put on his coat and asked Beatrice to follow him. They walked out of the place.

“Go to a crowded place, and then leave after that. Get as far away as possible from this place.”

They looked like a couple saying their goodbyes, but Thulhu secretly gave his command.

Thulhu needed an alibi, and then the corpse princess could “die” again somewhere far away from him.

If it was a corpse princess of the lowest rank, it wouldn’t be able to move very far from the caster. However, this one was clearly different.

Because Thulhu didn’t know whether he could control this thing, he had no intention of studying it. He just wanted to stay as far away from it as possible.

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“Sorry, Beatrice. May you rest in peace.”

Watching the corpse princess walk away, Thulhu gave a sigh of relief. He headed for somewhere busy to give himself an alibi.

He knew this wouldn’t end just like this.

“Damn! Why did my date end up like this?!”

The waiter’s smile made Thulhu very uncomfortable. This whole thing made him very uncomfortable!