Restarting the myth

Wayne said nothing and swallowed to suppress his shock. He held his breath and looked at William's palm. The light disappeared so quickly that he almost thought it was an illusion.

When he heard the urban legend, Wayne had a hunch that the world was not as simple as it seemed.

The scene just now undoubtedly confirmed his suspicion.

It's terrible. As an ordinary person, Wayne has noticed the malice from the world. Rather than the unknown magical style, he hopes that everyone will be as ordinary as him.

Unless, he is not ordinary either.

The book of greed!

At this moment, Wayne was more eager than ever to open the book.

"Who branded you?"

Facing William's question, Abel looked even more confused. After a moment, he thought of something, but when he started to tell the story, the death believer mark on the back of his hand suddenly changed.

Four tentacles extend from the left and right sides of the inverted triangle symbol, fangs and claws, like a simplified black spider.

The symbol penetrates deeply into the bone marrow and even the soul. It is far from being a simple tattoo on the surface. The toxins from the eight spider legs generally spread along the blood vessels, spreading rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, occupying the entire arm.

Abel groaned in pain, seeming to be engaging in some kind of resistance and struggle. His facial features were twisted together. The more he struggled, the more painful he became. At this moment, let alone speaking, even breathing became extremely difficult.

William tightened his fingers, clasping Abel's wrist tightly like an iron pincer. The warm light lit up again, dispelling the darkness and driving back the eight spider legs.

Abel's moans immediately became comfortable, and at the same time, the Book of Greed expressed his desire again, making Wayne greedy.

Too bad, it's William.

Thanks to William's help, Abel's pain was greatly reduced and he returned to the state of dementia. He spoke and talked about a party in the warehouse district.

Abel didn't know much. He was not familiar with the Cult of Death. To be precise, he was not even a peripheral member. He was a believer who was developed incorrectly.

Because of his years of hard work, his steps were sloppy, his eyes were dull, and his skinny body looked lifeless. He was noticed by nearby believers of the Goddess of Death and mistakenly entered the stronghold in the warehouse area.

The other party had a large number of people, and Abel did not dare to resist. After drinking a glass of black rum, the mark of a follower of the Goddess of Death appeared on the back of his hand.

The information provided by Abel was dispensable. Only the stronghold in the warehouse area was worthy of in-depth investigation. Under William's questioning, Abel told a few more names.

Among them, the name of dockworker Pluto caught the attention of several people.

Mrs. Reiner, Abel, and Pluto are all related to each other. The aura of the Death Walker in Mrs. Reiner's body is most likely to come from Pluto. Even if he is not a real Death Walker, it will be an important clue.

"Let's go to the warehouse district!"

Veronica made a quick decision and walked out of the house with the black cat in her arms.

William knocked Abel unconscious, grabbed a blanket and covered him, turned around and chased after him.

Wayne was stunned on the spot, his intuition told him that going here was dangerous, and he would definitely regret it if he went, but if he didn't go...

I will regret it even more!

Thinking about this dangerous world and the unopenable book of greed, he gritted his teeth and followed.

"Shall we go to the warehouse district now?"

On the street, Wayne looked at his watch and said tangledly: "It's getting late, it's already dark in the warehouse district."

He rushed from the dock to Abel's apartment and then back to the warehouse area near the dock. It took a lot of time. Wayne refused to admit it. Deep down, he was very resistant to Lundan's night. If possible, he would Hope to leave tomorrow morning.

William saw Wayne's thoughts and slapped him on the shoulder. His big hand was generous and strong, with amazing heat, and he squeezed it: "You must have seen it. Yes, Veronica and I are both magicians. So the dark night is scary, but the moonlight will guide us and nothing will happen."

You just keep talking, why are you moving your hands and feet!

Also, it’s understandable that the beautiful girl Veronica is a magician. How come you, a muscular guy, become a magician? Can’t you recruit people?

Feeling William's strong and warm hands, Wayne's eyelids jumped and he said dryly: "I have only read descriptions of magicians in novels. I heard that it is very difficult and requires high talent, so... I can Be a magician?"

"Yes, but first, you have to have your own beliefs." William said with a serious face.

"Shut up, you talk too much, don't involve ordinary people." Veronica interrupted coldly.

"I know, but Wayne has been involved. He has a strong sense of death, and the Death Walker has found him..." William refused to accept the words and spoke back, his voice getting smaller and smaller at the end of the words.

It was obvious that he was afraid of Veronica.

Wayne's eyes widened. What does it mean that there is a strong sense of death? What does it mean that the Death Walker has targeted him? Please speak clearly when talking about life and death.

"Don't be afraid. Once the death cult stronghold in the warehouse district is destroyed, you will be safe from now on." William patted Wayne's shoulder again, and when Veronica wasn't paying attention, he injected a little light into Wayne's body.

Veronica glanced at William and said nothing.

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In the taxi, Wayne said nothing and seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed, flipping through the Book of Greed without anyone noticing.

The book is open!

William did not teach Wayne what magic was, but he set up a defensive magic on Wayne, a simple application of magic and faith, not complicated, to protect Wayne from the threat of death at critical moments.

Wayne didn't know this, and he didn't have time to know it. The moment the light entered his body, the Book of Greed swallowed it in one gulp, as if he had obtained a key to open it, allowing Wayne to browse the contents of the book.

There was nothing to see, almost all blank pages.

The good news was that Wayne's name was written on the first page of the Book of Greed. The bad news was that the book was too unfamiliar and was completely different from Wayne's original intention of writing the code.

Wayne didn't understand why, so he could only complain that Jose had mixed in his private goods, or that a bunch of bugs had run out of new features.

When Wayne wrote the Book of Greed, he added a lot of settings, including title bonus, attribute doubling, full attribute immunity, and out-of-domain gods.

Among them, there was a setting called sacrifice, which was to sacrifice a player, obtain all the items in the other party's package, and freeze the account for seven days.

It was simple, crude and unreasonable, which seriously affected the balance of the game, but as an administrator's exclusive artifact, it was understandable to be stronger, otherwise it would not be able to control the situation.

After all, it is the fourth disaster. If the administrator is not full of majesty, he will only be played by them and become a soft bone with a full heart of righteousness.

Now, the settings of the Book of Greed are mostly gray and white. I don’t know whether it can’t be opened temporarily or it has been permanently deleted. Even if there are fish that slip through the net, the effect cannot be compared with the original. Take the sacrifice as an example, from the initial sacrifice of a living being to the current contract with a certain living being.

Wayne tried it, and the first choice was Veronica. The contract failed, and the plan to enslave the magic girl fell through.

Later, he reluctantly changed to William, but still failed, even the black cat Monica could not succeed.

Wayne can understand that he can’t sign a contract with the magician and the magician’s pet. He is too bad and has no qualifications, but what is the matter with the taxi driver and the passers-by on the street?

I finally activated the gold finger and was ready to do a big job, but the result was the same as not opening it, and I lost a magic!

Is the gold finger too bad, or is the user weak and incompetent?

The more Wayne thought about it, the more he felt he was losing. At this moment, the Book of Greed successfully captured a living being that could sign a contract.

No, it was a vengeful spirit!

On the blank pages of the book, a series of bloody codes appeared, and the contract was generated, waiting for Wayne to sign and confirm.

Without hesitation, Wayne left his name on the contract as his mind turned.

[Humble prayer, resentful and wronged dead, I heard your wailing...

Under the witness of the sacred contract, everything you have belongs to me. You can keep the past but lose the future...

You have been given a chance to be reborn. You will become a spirit of revenge, wielding the butcher knife for your own master, your own god, and for me]

Wayne: (一`′一)

This thing, how can I say it, it doesn't sound like a good person!