abnormal mutation

Chapter 44 The Wheel of Oblivion
The last book was a large volume, over forty centimeters long, over thirty centimeters wide, and more than ten centimeters thick. The characters on the cover were similar to pictographs, which I couldn't recognize at all. When I randomly opened a page, it was full of the same characters.

Roland's eyes were glued to the words, but within seconds he felt dizzy, nauseous, and wanted to vomit. He forced himself to close the book, unable to bear looking at it anymore.

'Too dangerous.' He took the faded parchment book and used it to weigh down the large volume, completely covering the words on the cover.

There was only one piece of clothing left in the suitcase. He picked it up and saw that it was a black priest's robe. Judging from its style, it should be from the Church of the Lord of Order. The cuffs and hem were embroidered with golden sun patterns.

'This must be a spare priest's robe,' he thought. He looked it over carefully but found nothing hidden inside, and was somewhat disappointed.

'A wallet, a pistol (The Exile), anti-magic bullets, a pocket watch, potions, a diary, a faded parchment book, a large tome, and a priest's robe—nine items in total.' Although he didn't know the purpose of half of them, it didn't dampen his spirits.

He is still in the learning stage and doesn't know much. Once he gets the things, there's no need to rush. He must suppress his curiosity.

"Big brother, dinner's ready..." Evan knocked on the door from outside, but didn't come in directly.

"Coming."

Roland packed everything back except the diary, locked it, and hid it in a corner. Then, carrying the diary and an oil lamp, he led Fred out of the room.

"There's a wolf..."

"what……"

"Don't panic, don't panic, its name is Freddy," Roland quickly reassured them. "Didn't you want to see it before? Why are you so scared now?"

Fletcher glanced at them dismissively and lazily lay down by the fireplace.

“This is Freddy, it’s huge!” Evan, the smallest but bravest of them all, slowly walked up to Freddy and tried to touch its fur.

Seeing that Frederick didn't react, the others crowded around and quietly touched its fur, their movements very careful.

“Kiley is still recovering, so you won’t be able to see him for now. Get to know Freddy first, so you won’t be surprised if he suddenly shows up later,” Roland said with a smile.

“And guns.” He placed the holster and gun license on the table. “You all need to learn how to use guns. I’ll take you outside town to practice when I have some free time.”

The teenagers' eyes widened instantly, and all of them except Evan rushed over. Targen was the quickest; he opened his holster and pulled out his revolver.

"Hey, be careful, don't let it go off..." Luke and Andrew were so frightened that they quickly hid to the side.

“It’s alright, there are no bullets inside.” Roland had already taken out the last bullet. “However, you should never point a gun at your own people.”

"Big brother, when are we going to practice? Can we even shoot a snow chicken?" Targen asked, aiming his gun at this one and then that one.

"That's too ambitious." Roland rolled her eyes at him. "I'll call you guys when I have time. Let's eat first."

After a while of enjoying the novelty, the group returned the gun to Roland and sat down at the table to eat.

Dinner was simple: bread, sausage, vegetable soup, and baked potatoes—a generous portion.

"Big brother, doesn't Freddy need to eat?" Evan asked Black Wolf curiously. "Eat yours," Roland replied without answering.

Black wolves need to eat, at the very least fresh meat, but he didn't have any. He could only give them the more expensive spiritual glimmers, but fortunately, if it was just to maintain their condition, one glimmer would be enough every few days.

After dinner, Roland lit an oil lamp and took out the old priest's diary, turning the pages one by one.

It's clear that the diary was originally quite thick, but too many pages are missing, leaving less than a fifth of it. The beginning is fairly normal, mostly about church matters, with Roland mentioned several times, and Roland is clearly admired in the writing.

However, after the appearance of an organization called "Seventh Authority", the style changed drastically, with a huge difference in handwriting and narrative style, making it hard to believe that they were written by the same person.

But almost all the information about this organization in the diary had been torn out, leaving only this strange name. The "Silent Coffin" and the metamorphosis ritual were not stolen by the old priest, but were given to him by this organization.

The "Silent Coffin," designated II-I-2607, indicates a performance level of 2, equivalent to Extraordinary Sequence 8, with a danger level of 1, the lowest level. The diary does not mention the highest level. This magical item has a powerful effect: simply lying inside can halt the aging process. The side effect is contamination and erosion, ultimately leading to distortion and mental degeneration.

However, when combined with the rebirth ritual, it can grant extraordinary individuals a second life, which is undeniably tempting.

The diary entries that followed mostly described the old priest's secret preparations for the ceremony, interspersed with a lot of confused thoughts and feelings. Roland could vaguely sense the intense struggle he was going through.

The old priest stayed in the church all this time, and the reason he wasn't exposed was entirely thanks to the priest's robes and pocket watch in his suitcase.

The priest's robe was a magical item called the "Hidden Veil." Its abilities were weak, possessing two main functions: disguise and concealment. Disguise simply changed the appearance of the clothing, but to imitate a particular garment, it had to absorb that garment itself, and it could only store three styles, making it quite impractical.

The concealing veil can automatically eliminate the wearer's body odor and traces of microorganisms, evade hunting dogs, and reduce their presence. However, it also weakens the wearer's perception of smell. Overall, the effect is average, but it is very practical.

Compared to the [Hidden Veil], the pocket watch is the real magical item. It is called the [Wheel of Oblivion] and has three major abilities: anchoring resistance, selective amnesia, and limb regression.

Anchored resistance is always effective. The wearer automatically gains a mental barrier once a day, which can resist one mental interference ability, such as hypnosis, fear manipulation, and mind parasitism.

Selective forgetting requires active intervention. Press the crown twice to select the target, then move the two hands to erase the target's memory for a specific period of time. However, you will also lose your own memory of the same period of time.

Before using it, the old priest would write down his general memories of the period on paper and pen to avoid forgetting important matters.

Limb rewinding is used to heal physical injuries or detoxify. By moving the pointer backward, you can rewind to the physical state, which can take anywhere from a grain of sand to an hour. The longer the time span, the greater the energy consumption.

However, after recovery, the muscles will forget some muscle memory, resulting in weakened control, requiring retraining.

Even if the holder doesn't use selective amnesia or limb regression, there are still some side effects from simply wearing it. He might occasionally forget the date and time, and without looking at the calendar, he simply can't remember them.

Besides, the faded parchment book was also extraordinary. It was a contract created by an extraordinary being, used to sign cooperation contracts with spirit beings, such as Nightmare. It needed to be brought into the spirit world to summon spirit beings.

It doesn't have any side effects, but confronting spirit creatures directly is extremely dangerous, and it comes at a considerable cost to satisfy their greed.

Upon seeing the details of the contract, Roland couldn't help but smile. He was extremely satisfied with it. Summoning spirit creatures—it was practically handing him a fortune!
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