Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 49 Honorable Name
As his consciousness returned to reality, Philip finally got up from the sofa and walked to his room. He took out the basic materials of mysticism from the pile of miscellaneous items and prepared to immediately implement the method he had come up with at the Tarot meeting:
Pray to yourself!
This idea was actually very sudden and also carried risks, but this short life that had traveled through another world had now become such a mess. It didn't matter what happened. At worst, my life would end up in this broken place.

Moreover, it is not impossible, but it is very difficult. Philip set up the spiritual wall, then pinched his chin, pondered in silence, and silently thought about the answer in his heart.

The prefix "not belonging to this world" is not feasible, because it means actively seeking death, exposing the secret of time travel like streaking, and the risks brought about are absolutely unbearable for him.

Philip also failed to master the shadow world. The owner of the whispering voice must have wanted to kill him, but was unable to do it for some reason, or was unable to do it temporarily.

But the ember of fire that had shared weal and woe with him and saved him from danger many times was what Philip trusted most now. If the other party had wanted to harm him, they would have done so long ago. This was also the fundamental reason why he dared to design spells to seek power.

Even so, designing the spell was still difficult. To avoid risk, he couldn't directly state that he was a time traveler, but in order to meet the three requirements, he had to include it.

As for the Shadow World, it is even more impossible to write directly about it, as this is likely to attract the attention of the two gods of the Rose School, the "Mother Tree of Desire" and the "Bound God", making them directly aware of themselves and take certain actions.

After half an hour, and after many redos and countless deletions and revisions, Philip, who had spent a lot of effort, finally came up with an answer that satisfied him.

"The suppressor of the dark side of the mind."

"A traveler trapped by the world."

"The last ray of light in a land shrouded in darkness."

"I pray for your help."

"I pray for your favor."

"I pray that you will grant me peace and tranquility of mind and body."

Philip recited the words with some trepidation, and at the same time prayed silently in his heart that the spell he designed could really be directed at him, really have an effect, and get a response.

The probability of the former going wrong was very small. The spell "Suppressor of the Dark Side of the Mind" represented his identity as a member of the Rose School of Temperance, suppressing endless desires and madness, and directly excluding most people.

The second one, "a traveler trapped in another world", is Philip's side description of his identity as a time traveler. After all, he did come from another world to visit, but he can't go back.

After the description was almost 100% directed at himself, Philip added a third description of the shadow world and the remaining fire, which was irrelevant but barely appropriate, reducing the risk to the lowest possible level.

As the chanting was finished, he felt a spiritual vibration, the ritual venue in front of him became erratic, and a strange wind suddenly blew in the room where the spiritual wall was set up.

The next moment, an inexplicably oppressive throbbing surged in him, causing him to subconsciously close his eyes. It was not until the familiar warmth brushed across his cheek that he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ball of light in front of him.

In the light curtain, there was the remaining fire of the shadow world. It was burning in the endless darkness. Even though it swayed occasionally, it was still strong and tenacious, with no signs of going out.

At the moment the light curtain was about to disappear, a tiny wisp of flame, so tiny that it would be easily overlooked if it were not at night or if one did not observe carefully, sank into Philip's chest. He suddenly felt extremely relaxed, his eyes narrowed slightly, hiding his hazy trance, and his body fell backwards, lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, enjoying this moment of relaxation to the utmost.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly sat up, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "There is still someone reliable, even though it's just me. Haha~"

Finally, there is some good news that can make him feel a little relieved these days. Next, he can try to use this spell to pray for strength and see if he can make some talismans. In the future, he can also try sacrificial ceremonies.

After digesting yesterday's experience, Philip's condition has stabilized and he doesn't have to worry too much about spiritual depletion. He then took out the materials that he had sealed in the bedside table yesterday and prepared to carve a talisman for himself.

In fact, at this moment, he even felt that everything was within Mr. Fool's expectations, because whether it was the symbolic symbols or the corresponding spells, the other party had reminded him of them.

Is this the god? Philip muttered to himself silently, and even attributed his current situation to Him. He believed that it was the existence of the Fool that prevented the power of the Mother Tree of Desire and the Bound God from threatening him directly.

In this case, we must hurry up.

He lowered his head and, following his memory, used a chisel to carve his own symbol from the Tarot Club and the spell he had just come up with on the silver plate in his hand.

Spirituality flows in like water.

Philip's movements were calm and firm, a fundamental change from yesterday, as he no longer had to worry about his own safety. The worst result would simply be the failure of the spell, which was within an acceptable range.

2 Narcissus Street.

Klein held the pages of Russell's diary that he had written on his own and read them carefully several times. Finally, he tore them into pieces and burned them clean with flames.

Only after seeing with his own eyes the white papers torn from the notebook completely turned into ashes did he breathe a sigh of relief, stretch himself, loosen up his aching cervical spine, and then stand up and walk out of the room.

Come to think of it, is Philip unlucky for me? If the Hanged Man couldn't answer that question just now, then I can't continue to be the Fool. Klein complained inwardly, while at the same time feeling somewhat relieved about the previous peaceful resolution.

Speaking of which, why did he ask whether there were Beyonders who could change their appearance? What was he doubting?
Klein was somewhat concerned about this because he roughly guessed that Philip's identity was not simple, and he had a close connection with the Rose School. He might even know a lot of things.

But now he had no reason to ask. After all, there were only four people in the Tarot Club. He was not the Hanged Man, nor was he Justice. Apart from "Temperance" Philip himself, there was only the Fool.

But there's no need for that yet. Digesting the "Fortune Teller" potion is the most important thing right now, followed by the next potion formula. As Klein thought this, he pushed open the door of No. 2 Daffodil Street and came out.

He was heading to the Fortune Teller's Club.

(End of this chapter)