Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

The setting sun sank completely into the distant mountains, and night, like an ink-stained velvet cloth, slowly enveloped the entire Constance Estate.

The string lights on the eaves and lawn still cast a warm yellow glow, psychologically dispelling some of the chill of the autumn night.

Chris has completed the registration and assisted Jonathan in completing the registration as well.

He turned his gaze away from the two men in black, and was about to ask Jonathan who would drive him home since his foot was injured.

Suddenly, Chris noticed that there seemed to be a gaze fixed on him from not far away.

Chris's mind stirred slightly, and his gaze followed that line of sight, meeting that of Elliott Windsor, who was leaning against a pillar on the other side of the porch.

The conversation between lawyer Ruben and Elliott and Officer Riley just now was not kept secret from the crowd, and most people present already knew who the two men were.

Of course, a significant number of them already knew Lawyer Ruben.

Chris's gaze didn't waver at all, and he gave the other person a polite smile.

He looked at the private detective personally commissioned by the Duke, and like everyone else, he sized him up with a slightly curious gaze.

The other person remained indifferent and aloof, leaning on an ebony cane at their side, the hem of their black suit hanging straight down.

In the shadows of the porch, Elliott twirled a silver coin with its edge worn smooth between his fingers, his fingertips repeatedly tracing the intricate patterns engraved on its surface.

Chris noticed the other person's little movement and couldn't help but shift his gaze slightly downwards, staring at the other person's left hand.

Chris then looked away.

In his view, throughout the entire eye contact with Elliott, he displayed the completely normal reaction that a normal person should have.

Although he didn't know why the other person had suddenly noticed him, Chris believed there was nothing wrong with him.

Chris's gaze fell on Jonathan again.

At this moment, Jonathan's expression also looked rather unpleasant.

It's unclear whether his foot injury was the reason his party trip today didn't achieve its intended purpose.

Thinking this, Chris said, "Ahem, Chairman Jonathan, your foot is injured. How are we going to get back later?"

He came into this world in his previous life after an accident while learning to drive.

He knows a little about driving, but he learned to drive an automatic.

He really couldn't handle the cars of this era.

Moreover, given his status in this world, being able to drive is not a normal thing.

Therefore, Chris doesn't intend to show off at this time.

Jonathan's expression didn't change when he heard Chris's question. He turned his head, about to say something.

The young woman with blonde pigtails, unusually, spoke up: "I can have the driver take you back."

After speaking, she lowered her head slightly, and a blush returned to her cheeks.

Upon hearing this, Jonathan frowned slightly, turned to look at the other person, opened his mouth, and finally said indifferently, "Thanks, Thea."

After saying that, Jonathan turned his head away, neither looking at the other person nor paying any more attention to Chris.

Seeing this, Chris glanced at the blonde woman.

He had seen this person outside the infirmary before, and the other person seemed to have a special fondness for Jonathan.

Now that his return was settled, he stopped worrying and began to wait patiently.

Standing in the shadows of the porch, Elliot's gaze seemed to be constantly scanning his surroundings, but he was actually subtly keeping an eye on the direction where Chris and the others were.

Suddenly, Elliott took two steps back.

He was shrouded in shadow, making it difficult for outsiders to see his figure clearly.

Elliott solemnly held the silver coin with its delicate pattern in his left hand.

With a slight thought, he flicked his thumb, and the silver coin traced a clean arc in the air, flipped silently, and finally landed steadily back in his palm.

Elliott's gaze fell on the coin in his palm, without any ripples.

He quickly put away the coin, the last trace of confusion in his eyes disappeared, and he strode out of the shadows, heading in the direction Chris was.

Chris caught a glimpse of Elliot walking towards him out of the corner of his eye, and a sense of vigilance instantly rose within him.

The detective's gaze was so sharp, it seemed to pierce through flesh and reach the depths of the soul. Chris could vaguely sense that just moments ago, the air that had flowed through the shadows of the porch carried an unusual aura.

It seemed to be some kind of subtle spiritual fluctuation. Even though the other party concealed it very well, Chris could still sense something unusual.

In this case.

Chris pondered silently that this ability to sense subtle spiritual fluctuations through airflow seemed to be something he had only acquired after leaving the maze.

It's unclear whether it was because he acquired a new cloud of yellow mist that his abilities received some subtle boost.

The subtle spiritual fluctuations I just sensed were not an illusion; this detective named Elliott must have used some extraordinary means just now.

Chris had no desire to have anything to do with the detective commissioned by the Duke, nor did he want to reveal his identity as an extraordinary being.

On a sudden impulse, just as Elliott was about to reach him, he stood up and walked toward a servant not far behind him.

"Excuse me, where is the bathroom located in the villa?"

Chris nodded slightly to the male servant in front of him, spoke in a calm tone, and had a perfectly appropriate smile on his face.

The male servant immediately pointed in the direction of the main building of the villa, telling Chris the exact location.

Chris thanked him and turned to walk towards the main building, just in time to avoid Elliott who was walking towards him, without giving the other party a chance to speak.

Elliott glanced at Chris, who was walking quickly past him, and paused slightly.

……

Entering the main building of the villa, Chris walked to the end of the thickly carpeted corridor, pushed open the bathroom door, slipped inside, and then pressed the lock on the door behind him.

With a soft click, the metal latch locked, and a faint spiritual barrier quickly spread out, enveloping the entire washroom and isolating all movement from inside and outside.

His consciousness sank deep into his mind, quickly communicating with the Star Key.

Soft white starlight suddenly lit up, like a gentle vortex, pulling at his consciousness.

After a slight feeling of detachment, Chris opened his eyes and found himself in that mysterious space.

He quickly checked his pockets and, after confirming that Xingxing was still there, felt relieved.

His purpose in entering the mysterious space at this time was to complete an astrological reading.

He wanted to see why this detective named Elliott would target him.

Why would the other party think that they are involved in this carriage incident?

But the next moment, before Chris could even draw the star card, he sensed something was amiss.

This place is still the same as it is here.

But the moment he stepped into this space, the hexagonal yellow mark on the back of his hand suddenly emitted an even more noticeable chill.

That familiar chill spread rapidly up my arm, and the yellow mist hidden within the mark began to surge out uncontrollably.

The yellow mist spun rapidly in front of him, eventually condensing into a yellow vortex that kept contracting and expanding.

This somewhat familiar scene made Chris subconsciously think of something.

The vortex surged with endless wind rhythms, and countless tiny, warm yellow specks of light scattered from it, like fireflies dancing in the sky, filling Chris's entire field of vision.

He stood still, without resistance, letting the points of light dance and flicker in his eyes.

Just like last time.

Chris felt as if he were in a giant yellow vortex.

Countless pieces of knowledge about the sacred path of the Wind Incarnation flowed into his mind like a rushing river, following the points of light.

The essence of wind is flowing air, the embodiment of freedom, and the most pervasive force in the universe.

Every tremor, every turn, every convergence and dissipation of airflow follows a predetermined pattern.

The yellow fog travels with the wind, and the wind is amplified by the yellow fog; the two seem to be two sides of the same coin, coexisting and interdependent.

The method of engraving the Holy Seal, the advanced pilgrimage path of the Wind Incarnation—each piece of information deepens Chris's understanding of the essence of wind.

He was so immersed in this vast ocean of knowledge that he forgot about time and where he was.

Deep within Chris's soul, beside the first Wind Avatar Holy Seal that had already been solidified, a second identical Holy Seal was slowly taking shape.

Yellow light of varying lengths and shades flowed and etched across the sacred seal, each stroke precise and accurate, until it finally became completely stable, standing in perfect harmony with the first sacred seal.

boom.

A vast and free force of wind erupted from the two holy seals in an instant, sweeping across the entire mysterious space. The surrounding yellow mist surged wildly, emitting a roar like the ocean tide.

The yellow vortex in the space slowly dissipated, and the yellow mist returned to Chris's surroundings, beginning to float gently.

Chris slowly opened his eyes, a pale blue light flashing in them. The yellow mist and wind power around him blended perfectly, creating an unprecedented sense of fullness.

"A second holy seal?!"

Chris felt the changes happening inside his body with some disbelief.

A moment later, he finally confirmed that he had indeed obtained the second holy seal.

Although he had a vague idea of ​​what might happen when the yellow vortex appeared.

But when that moment actually arrived, Chris couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy.

He clearly sensed that his power had undergone a tremendous change.

With a slight thought, Chris's senses instantly expanded.

The sensor's original limit of 200 meters could now easily cover an area of ​​about 500 meters.

In that special state where the subtle sensations of airflow are amplified to the extreme, even to the point of occupying his vision and hearing, his sensing range increases to approximately 100 meters in radius.

At the same time, his ability to control the wind also increased significantly.

Chris raised his right hand, and a faint ripple appeared at his fingertips. The airflow in the space was instantly drawn and compressed by an invisible force, and a whirlwind that was almost invisible to the naked eye slowly took shape at his fingertips.

He could clearly sense the power contained within this seemingly insignificant compressed vortex.

Chris pointed forward and gave it a gentle push.

A high-speed rotating airflow was instantly generated in front of him.

The airflow slammed into the railing, first producing a deafening crash.

Then, the airflow that rushed through the gaps between the bricks and stones produced a series of ear-piercing whistles.

In Chris's perception, the energy contained in this whirlwind would not significantly decrease within a distance of at least 10 meters.

He estimated that with that force, it shouldn't be a problem to send an ordinary person flying.

Chris has never mastered simple airflow impacts, but rather the wind itself, flowing matter, the freest force in the universe.

With another thought, the surrounding air currents instantly supported his body.

The weight that was originally on the ground was mostly relieved by the flowing wind, making the steps incredibly light, as if one could take off on the wind at any moment.

Of course, he can't actually fly yet.

Chris could clearly feel that in this state, even after running for a long time, his physical exertion would be minimal.

Furthermore, if he falls from a height, he can manipulate the airflow around him to glide, land steadily, and even lift other people or objects falling from heights.

After trying out his enhanced abilities, Chris had another thought.

The surrounding yellow mist began to transform into wisps of fine yellow threads, which, following the trajectory of the airflow, merged into the whirlwind at the fingertips.

In an instant, the already powerful wind force was amplified even further.

The whirlwind suddenly accelerated, and the view behind it through the whirlwind at my fingertips became somewhat distorted.

In a daze, Chris could clearly feel that his sense of control over this mysterious space had become even stronger.

Just as Chris was immersed in the new power brought by the second holy seal, a clear disturbance suddenly came from the spiritual barrier surrounding the bathroom.

Someone is knocking on the bathroom door.

The knocking was soft, three times, with a steady rhythm, yet it carried an unmistakable penetrating power, precisely reaching his senses through the flowing air.

Chris instantly snapped out of his daze, abruptly detaching himself from the mysterious space. He opened his eyes, the pale blue light in them vanishing in an instant, and the surrounding spiritual barrier had also disappeared without a trace.

He first raised his hand and pressed the flush button on the toilet.

The sound of rushing water instantly filled the entire washroom, completely masking all his previous noises.

He then walked to the sink, turned on the cold water tap, washed his hands with the icy water, and slowly and deliberately dried his hands with the white hand towel hanging next to him.

After confirming that he had nothing wrong with himself, that his breathing was steady, and that he was no different from an ordinary person who had just finished using the restroom, Chris reached out and unlocked the restroom door.

As soon as the door opened, Elliott appeared before him.

The private investigator remained standing quietly outside the door, like a sharp blade blending into the shadows, his ebony cane at his side, his slightly curious gaze fixed directly on Chris without flinching.

Clearly, he had been waiting here for quite some time.

Chris feigned a perfectly timed look of surprise and confusion, raised an eyebrow slightly, and asked calmly, "Does Detective Elliott also need to use the restroom?"

Although Chris wore a calm expression, he was already on edge.

The fact that the Duke of Rockwell personally commissioned them to investigate this matter indicates that they are no ordinary private investigators.

The other person was waiting outside the restroom door, clearly there for him.

The sudden turn of events in the mysterious space prevented Chris from starting the astrological ritual.

At this moment, he had no idea why the other party had targeted him.

But in any case, this person is most likely an extraordinary individual.

Therefore, he had to be extremely careful not to reveal any flaws.