Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

After leaving the church, Chris returned to apartment 037 and discovered that the door to room 101 across the street was ajar.

A hint of doubt flashed in Chris's eyes.

Room 101 should be unoccupied.

Just as he was wondering whether he should go over and take a look, the door to room 101 opened from the inside.

A gray-haired man slowly walked out of the room carrying a bag of trash.

Seeing this, Chris roughly understood that the other party must be a new resident.

It looks like he'll soon have neighbors.

There are only two units on the first floor of apartment building number 037.

Faced with his only neighbor, Chris felt it was necessary to maintain a good relationship, so he took off his top hat, smiled, and said, "Good afternoon, sir."

"Good afternoon." The gray-haired man nodded slightly and replied with a smile, his gaze quickly and subtly sweeping over Chris.

"This house has been uninhabited for a while. Did you just move in?" Chris continued to ask.

"Yes, sir, it's really hard to clean up here." The gray-haired man said, slightly lifting the garbage bag in his hand and giving Chris a wry smile.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Chase."

"Hello, Mr. Chase, my name is Chris, and I live in room 102." As he spoke, Chris glanced around Chase and swept his gaze across the room. His keen intuition told him that there seemed to be another person in the room.

"Need any help?" Chris quickly looked away, showing appropriate enthusiasm.

"Oh, thank you very much, but Vivian and I are enough. Actually, we've almost finished cleaning." Chase politely declined Chris's offer, knowing full well that it was just small talk.

"Vivian?" Chris asked naturally, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"Hehe, she is... um, my girlfriend." As he spoke, Chase's face flushed slightly, revealing a shyness unique to young people.

Upon hearing this, Chris was pretty sure that the people living across from him were a couple.

The other person looked to be about the same age as him.

However, the youthful naiveté of the other person had not completely faded. Chris, who had lived two lives, could sense that the other person might have just entered society.

"Then I won't disturb you." Chris nodded slightly to Chase again, then put on his top hat, opened the door to room 102, and went inside.

After Chris entered, the smile on Chase's face slowly faded.

He glanced thoughtfully at the location of the door lock on room 102, then picked up the trash bag in his hand and walked out of the apartment building.

After returning to room 102, Chris first put down his briefcase, then poured himself a cup of tea that he had prepared at noon.

After finishing a cup of tea that was still slightly warm, Chris slowly exhaled.

He then took out the handbag wrapped in three layers of brand-new kraft paper from the wardrobe next to him, checked it again to make sure there were no flaws, wrapped it up again, and placed it on the table in the living room.

The flea market opens at 7 p.m. tonight in an alley between 15 and 16 Mink Street.

Chris learned about the gathering from a colleague, and tonight was his first time attending.

As for why the gathering was held at night, the colleague subtly revealed that some of the products in the market might not have been from particularly clean sources.

When Chris heard this, he was worried: what if the police raided the rally?

The handbags he was about to sell, though handmade by himself, were made from precious, high-grade leather that wasn't exactly clean.

The colleague, however, confidently told Chris that anyone who could organize such a gathering must have some connections at higher levels.

This gathering takes place only once a month, and the location varies each time.

And this time he will go with Chris.

Chris was slightly relieved to hear this.

Chris put down his teacup, took out his pocket watch, and glanced at the time: 3:45.

During this time, Chris planned to think carefully about becoming an Extraordinary.

Chris currently only has information about the Holy Path of the Echo Wall.

The information recorded in that memory about the Holy Path of the Echo Wall only went up to the Spirit Messenger stage; it only briefly mentioned the Revelationists who came after the Spirit Messenger.

To embark on the holy path and become a spirit messenger, one must use materials containing extraordinary power to create holy wedges that can be inscribed on the soul.

At the Spirit Envoy stage, a maximum of three Holy Seals can be inscribed.

At that time, there were three holy seals belonging to the Holy Path of the Echo Wall on the luminous core of that star.

Therefore, it's understandable that the information the other party provided regarding the Holy Path of the Echo Wall only included the Spirit Envoy stage.

The other party was just a spirit messenger.

The memory fragments provided by the other party also recorded a method for making a Holy Wedge, but Chris had only heard of one of the materials required for it.

The snout of the silver swordfish.

Moreover, it must be the area of ​​the very tip of the rostrum, completely intact and without any damage.

Chris knew this because the bright silver leather made from the skin of the silver swordfish was a rare type of leather commonly used by the Louis Leather Company.

As an employee of Louis Leather Goods Company, Chris knew quite a bit about these rare leathers.

Silver swordfish only live in the open ocean, swim very fast, and the number that can be caught each year is very small.

A whole piece of unprocessed silver swordfish skin costs more than 2 gold crowns.

Chris's annual income is only about 1.5 gold crowns.

The snout of this swordfish's head should be that long, sword-like part.

Such a rare and special item would probably be very popular among the nobles. Although the exact price was unknown, Chris felt it was impossible for him to afford it.

This is just one of the materials needed to make the Holy Wedge.

Chris never expected that what would stop him from embarking on his path to sainthood would still be money.

He shook his head with a wry smile. The lack of money was a big problem, and it wasn't something that could be solved in a short time.

Then, Chris took out two books with black covers from the leather bag on the table.

These two books were borrowed from the library after he returned "The Shadow of the Iron Key".

These are two books about mysticism.

When Chris returned the books at the library, he casually asked the staff member who processed his return if there were any books related to the occult.

Unexpectedly, the other party answered without hesitation that yes, and told Chris in one breath which area these kinds of books were stored together.

After Chris found the two books, he chatted with the staff member for a few minutes while there weren't many people borrowing books at the library at that time.

He then realized that there were actually quite a few enthusiasts of the occult in this era.