Who left their last words here?

Chapter 12 Secret Technique: Moon's Edge

The aroma of burnt coffee permeated the air.

"Crunch, crunch..."

The crow pondered in the stillness, unconsciously chewing on bitter coffee beans.

...The son of God who brought back forbidden knowledge later experienced countless hardships.

How much of this suffering was brought to Him by the spark itself?

However, after enduring suffering, Jesus rose from the dead and returned to become the King of Kings and God among men.

What will happen to Bai Zhou...?
What will he experience, and what awaits him at the end?
—Of course, all of this is based on the premise that the blasphemous and unknown secret is true.

Even if we were to witness something, it would certainly be in the distant, unimaginable future.

But the crow was very curious.

She suddenly wanted to see what it would look like to stand on that white boat of the future.

With a "quack" sound—

The crow's cry drew Bai Zhou's attention.

It turned out that a crow had plucked a feather from it.

"Coo coo coo! Coo coo coo!" The crow cried out softly, sounding pitiful.

Holding a jet-black feather, the crow arrived at the dormitory door, the tip pointing down and the black feather up, intending to use it as a quill pen.

With a "whoosh,"
The pen tip swept across the air, leaving a trail of burning flames.

The burning pen tip emitted wisps of smoke as it wrote rapidly on the door, creating a charred "∞" symbol with two intertwined snake tails.

The lights were turned off, plunging the dormitory into darkness.

"This realm is like an egg, untouched by the dust of the outside world."

The crow whispered the incantation:
“bloqueo—!”

The next moment,

"No! No! No!"

Flames lit up on the ground, also forming an "∞" symbol, like two winding fire snakes intersecting head to tail.

The shimmering flames stretched out in one continuous line, creating a spectacular sight in the darkness.

The firelight flickered between layers of shadows, and in the gaps of darkness where it could not be illuminated, twelve heavy curtains, half real and half illusory, hung in mid-air, appearing and disappearing in the depths of the shadows.

"what is this?"

The atmosphere was exceptionally quiet, with the firelight flickering on the white boat's face.

In the dim light, Bai Zhou subconsciously held his breath and spoke in a low voice.

"Rituals concerning 'veils' and 'lockdowns'."

"The symbol means an ouroboros that eats itself, symbolizing the blockage of internal and external circulation and the sealing off of all information within the field."

Crow stood in the dim corner explaining, the candlelight elongating her shadow.
“Keeping secrets is a good habit of the extraordinary. From now on, all our conversations and special training will be conducted under this ritual.”

"Do extraordinary people need to wear a cloak when they go out?" Bai Zhou wondered to himself.

"Actually, I still don't quite understand, it's just one word."

Bai Zhou lowered his voice and asked the question sincerely.

"It's not a book, not even a paragraph... How many secrets can it record, what magic does it contain?"

Even just half a stroke of a pen caused such a huge reaction from the world.

That's very sensitive.

"We must value the power of any word, especially in the extraordinary world."

The crow shook its head and patiently instructed:

"There is a secret story that tells of how, during World War II in the last century, German troops occupied Greece in Europe, which was not yet the Western Federation at the time."

"The Syrians who live near Greece are deeply troubled by this."

"So they visited the Kabbalah cult, which was known for its mystery and power, and received a priest's affirmative reply: 'Don't worry, the crisis has been resolved.'"

Bai Zhou was puzzled: "What did this Kalabahria cult do?"

"The priest performed a word-changing ritual called 'change,' which transformed the word Syria into Russia."

"In Hebrew, the two words have the exact same letter structure. By simply changing the order, Syria becomes Russia."

"Surprisingly, the German army did indeed halt its advance into the Middle East and instead turned its attention to Russia at the time."

"—The Kabbalah esoteric tradition firmly believes that the magic of language and numbers can accomplish impossible miracles: whether it is extinguishing a raging fire or diverting the flames of war to another place."

"And it's not just them."

Raven added, "The ancient Viking tribes and the modern Wiccan sect, which is prevalent in the north of the Western Federation, also believe in a kind of 'rune' rune."

“Each rune symbolizes a divine blessing, such as abundance, protection, or victory. Mastering the runes allows you to channel this mystical power.”

"Writing is the embodiment of the essence of a civilization, and some specific writing systems may be the carriers of a certain cosmic force."

“Some mystics even believe that writing and using words is itself a powerful and intentional ‘ritual’ act.”

"As for you..."

In the quiet, dimly lit room, the flames on the floor crackled.

The crow looked at the white boat and earnestly reminded it:

"Even other languages ​​have their mysteries, let alone taboos?"

"I suggest you temporarily stop all exploration of ancient characters, and be careful not to be corrupted by taboos."

"In this mysterious world, we must not only respect power, but also always respect knowledge."

We should respect power, but even more so, we should respect knowledge.

Bai Zhou felt this deeply and was filled with lingering fear.

Who would dare not revere that half-ancient character?

Do you want to become part of the Black Whirlwind, and join in the wailing and howling party?
"However, you should have gained quite a bit from this half of the ancient character, shouldn't you?"

In the flickering firelight, the soft cawing of crows drifted by.

"Only in the fog can knowledge give rise to the light of knowledge, and the awakening of destiny is actually by absorbing them."

“Golden fluorescence is already rare and precious, but according to you, this half of the forbidden ancient character does not produce any golden fluorescence.”

"It is a seven-colored fire..."

As he spoke, the raven's gaze swept up and down Bai Zhou's lower abdomen, making Bai Zhou feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Actually, there is also a golden fluorescence... Bai Zhou muttered to himself.

He just hadn't had a chance to say it yet.

At this moment, the crow asked that familiar question again:

"So, I'm very curious—"

"How high has this unprecedented fire ignited your destiny?"

A hint of anticipation flickered in her ruby-like eyes.

"At the very least, it's time to break through the three-foot threshold?"

Yes, there are.

Bai Zhou nodded, then said somewhat uncertainly,
"As for my astrological height, it should be five feet four inches... right?"

"Five feet four inches?"

Crow raised an eyebrow slightly and nodded.

"Not bad at all, it has far exceeded my expectations for you."

Then, she asked with suspicion, "But why are you hesitating? Are you dissatisfied, or is there something else going on?"

"Because it's still growing, it's hard to determine its exact height," Bai Zhou answered honestly. "It's almost five feet five inches now."

"……increase?"

The crow was first stunned in confusion, then speechless.

Bai Zhou asked tentatively, "Isn't this common?"

"..."

Crow shook his head expressionlessly. "At least I've never heard of it."

"Actually, it's all thanks to the ancient characters," Bai Zhou immediately explained. "I'm still digesting the seven-colored rainbow light on it."

As he spoke, he felt a pang of regret:
"Unfortunately, the rate at which one's fortune is rising has slowed down, and it probably won't rise much higher... unless we can find the remaining half of the ancient character in the future."

But Bai Zhou is not optimistic about this.

The flames crackled and the shadows lengthened.

The crow's cry was somewhat unsettling:

"You must not tell anyone about this."

"Tinder..."

She looked at the intertwined fire snakes on the ground, the flickering flames shimmering on her face.

Awaken to the secrets of destiny amidst the fog of knowledge, elevate yourself with the unique "light of knowledge" within the fog, and let your innate talents remain unchanged for life...

This is common knowledge known to everyone in the extraordinary world.

She never imagined that the half of the mysteriously originating forbidden ancient character could have such an effect.

Risk always comes with opportunity.

"I am reminded of Prometheus, the fire-bringer from the previous myth, whose liver was eaten by an eagle for thousands of years."

"Forbidden knowledge often symbolizes terrible secrets, which will mysteriously draw something ancient closer to your destiny until they intersect at some point in the future."

—Just like the blood and fire that Jesus experienced.

Every gift from heaven comes with a corresponding price.

"Before the opportunity to realize the potential of the spark can be realized, it may symbolize more the danger of getting burned." "Knowledge is already chasing after you, Bai Zhou."

The crow slightly raised its head and looked down at the white boat.

The elongated shadows obscured the firelight on the ground.

she says:

"You have yet another reason to urgently become stronger."

"Become stronger..." Bai Zhou subconsciously looked at the broken spear on the table with clear teeth marks on it.

He certainly has a reason to become stronger.

If I could become even stronger, I could go back and get revenge on that fatso.

"...It's time to start the special training."

Just then, the sound of crows came from the shadowy corner behind the firelight.

"Simply awakening one's destiny is not enough to make one an extraordinary person."

"Combat techniques, mysterious rituals, basic knowledge... you lack too much."

"Caw..." The crow cawed softly on the crow's shoulder, as if in agreement.

"You have to study twice as hard to catch up on what you've missed before."

"This isn't about eating in a fog of knowledge; it's real learning, and you need to be prepared for that."

The hem of her black trench coat fluttered slightly, and a winding fire snake coiled at her feet.

The flickering flames stretched her shadow endlessly across the wall.

The crow's expression was indifferent, devoid of any emotion.
"You are about to experience the longest and most difficult period of your life."

"But similarly—"

The crow said in a cold voice,
"Only by successfully passing this test can you begin to become a true extraordinary being, a sorcerer, and a mystic!"

"..."

Shirashu had to admit that he was attracted by the dazzling array of promises.

The flames rising from the ground mirrored the gradually stirring activity in his heart.

"When does it start? Tomorrow?"

“No,” Raven answered without hesitation, “Now of course.”

"—Now?" Bai Zhou looked down at himself, covered in mud and dressed in a disheveled state.

He just escaped with his life!

Even a donkey pulling a millstone needs a rest, right?
But the crow said again:
"The Blood Worship Cult won't wait for you. If you can't train during the day, don't you value your time at night too?"

“If the Blood Worship Cult really chooses this place for revenge, you must complete the special training I have prepared for you before they arrive.”

"Only in this way can you have the ability to protect yourself."

Blood Cult...

Bai Zhou was persuaded.

"Time waits for no one." He took a deep breath. "Where should we begin?"

Mysticism, rituals, potions, extraordinary secret techniques...

Those dazzling and mysterious things finally unveiled their veil to him.

Crow shook his head: "Your foundation is too weak. I need to organize the knowledge system before I can teach you."

"Tonight, let's start by learning how to use a knife."

"With a knife?"

Bai Zhou wasn't surprised that Ya would teach him how to use a knife, since the other party always carried an ridiculously large long knife with him.

Can……

"Where did this knife come from?"

Bai Zhou asked, "I don't have a knife to use."

"Or……"

As he spoke, Bai Zhou glanced hesitantly at the long sword in Ya's hand that had left a deep impression on him.

But deep down, I also felt a little bit of anticipation.

"No, don't overthink it, I have other plans."

In the dim light, Crow slightly turned his body and seemingly casually took the long sword behind his back to block it.

"What preparations?" Bai Zhou regretfully withdrew his gaze.

Then he saw the crow turn its head and pick up the iron stool next to it, without much effort, just with a "crack"—

She broke off the slightly rusty hollow iron pipe bench leg.

Then, she solemnly handed the stool leg to Bai Zhou.

"This is?"

Bai Zhou took the square iron stool leg with a somewhat bewildered expression.

It feels cool to the touch and is a bit heavy.

—But it's a bench leg.

“I think the shape of these bench legs is just right, similar to the handle of a knife, making them perfect for practice,” Crow said with satisfaction.

"..."

Bai Zhou picked up the rusty bench leg and examined it from head to toe, suddenly realizing that the broken spear with teeth marks wasn't so bad after all.

"Actually, why did I choose to learn knife skills instead of something else?"

Faced with this question, the crow answered calmly and without hesitation:

"Because all I know is a knife."

"Oh……"

Seeing Bai Zhou's reluctance, Ya said solemnly:

"Don't be fixated on appearance, Shirazuki."

"As long as the breathing rhythm and power exertion techniques are correct, and you practice diligently, even grass, trees, bamboo and rocks can become long swords in the hands of extraordinary people."

"—This is the reason why 'the extraordinary do not die with their bare hands'."

Bai Zhou looked down at the stool leg in his hand, while the crow's earnest teachings echoed in his ears.

—But that doesn’t change the fact that it’s still a bench leg.

Then, I heard another "crack" sound.

The crow bent down and broke off another stool leg.

The iron bench, having lost half its support, crashed to the ground with a "crash," but no one paid any attention.

"First lesson of special training: Extraordinary people know how to make use of what they have on hand."

"Make good use of everything around you, including furniture!"

He weighed the square, cold bench leg in his palm and suddenly spoke:

"Watch closely, this cut—"

Her slender, fair fingers gripped the rusty bench leg as if holding a knife, and swung it through the air.

She made a light swipe—

hum!
A streak of fire flashed across the sky above the dimly lit dormitory.

The next moment——

With a "boom", a burning moon of flame exploded on the blade.

Flames danced endlessly, and a flaming moon rose out of nowhere.

This is a miracle called "fire," which should not belong to the human world.

The crow folded up the stool legs, as if sheathing a sword.

But the blazing moon still hung overhead, burning fiercely.

Bai Zhou was stunned.

—What the hell? That was swung from a rusty bench leg?

"【Moon Ashes】, a combat technique once used by an extraordinary individual known as 【Twilight Flame】 to gain fame in his early years."

The ground under the moon quickly scorched, and Raven grabbed the stool leg with his backhand and hurled it towards the blazing moon.

But before they could even get close to the Flame Moon,

With a "boom", several balls of flame rose from it.

The iron stool legs turned to ashes and fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

"At the beginner level, one can cut through iron with a single strike; at the pinnacle, one can unleash an inextinguishable blazing moon... just like now."

"The power is contained within, but once it is unleashed, it can collapse half of a dormitory building."

With his dark trench coat fluttering in the wind, he clapped his hands twice, then turned around and looked at the white boat.

The blazing firelight illuminated her profile.

"—Want to learn?"

With a crackling sound, embers from the fire above fell in a flurry, illuminating those calm, iridescent eyes.

The crow said softly:
"If you want to learn, I'll teach you."

　Thank you "抽刀断小水" for the 500 Qidian Coins! I'll use this money to buy a bottle of Guojiao Iced Tea, which will definitely boost my creative inspiration!

　　Today's question: A mushroom was walking down the street when an orange bumped into it. The mushroom angrily shouted, "Go to hell!" and then the orange died. Why?
　　—Answer: Because the bacteria want the orange to die, the orange has no choice but to die.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)