Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

The two books Chris borrowed from the library this time were "A General History of Mysticism: History, Symbols, and Ritual" and "Astrology and Spiritual Tradition".

He started by reading the book "A General History of Mysticism: History, Symbols, and Ritual".

Time always flies when you're immersed in reading.

As the surrounding light gradually dimmed, Chris put down the book on the general history of the occult.

He took out his pocket watch from his shirt pocket and glanced at the time: 6:35.

It's late autumn now, and the sun sets early.

At this point, there's practically no sunlight left outside the window.

Chris placed the two books on the bedside table in his bedroom and then made himself a simple dinner.

After the meal, he tidied himself up briefly, changed into some simple clothes, picked up his briefcase wrapped in brown paper, and headed toward Mink Street.

As for the brass box that he had previously planned to sell, Chris thought about it for a while and decided to keep it for the time being.

It's mainly because of that lucid dream I had last night.

In my dream, the owner of the apartment building at 037 Nottingham Street 45 years ago was Chris Fisher.

The other person is also the protagonist in the dream.

Although Chris reviewed the dream after waking up, he felt that it was just a projection of himself in the dream.

But in this world where extraordinary powers truly exist.

What is reflected in a dream may be some kind of omen or hint.

His intuition told him that this item, commissioned 50 years ago, was probably not so simple.

He has decided to take the time to inquire about the owners of this apartment building from forty or fifty years ago.

The apartment building was later taken over by Imbank, and they should have kept relevant information on file. It shouldn't be difficult for him, the owner, to check.

In Rom, the streetlights turn on as the sun sets.

So Chris doesn't need to worry about the lighting.

It's already past 7:00 PM.

But Chris wasn't worried. It wasn't like he was going to work. The party was starting at this time and was supposedly going to last until late at night.

Moreover, the colleague who went with him should still be at work today; Chris's company doesn't close until 7 p.m.

He walks over slowly at this time, perhaps he can just run into his colleagues who are heading straight to the gathering after get off work.

……

7 Mink Street, inside the Immorales Funeral Home.

"Yes, a little to the left."

"That's enough, that's enough, a little more to the right."

"Sigh, still a little short, a little more to the left."

At this moment, an elderly man with gray hair, dressed in a black suit, was directing a young man with short gray hair to move a small, exquisite coffin.

After several adjustments, this exquisite and small coffin was finally placed in its proper place.

"Phew." The gray-haired young man let out a heavy breath after finishing all of this.

"Seriously, is it necessary to fuss over such details? Does the placement of the coffin have to be so precise?" the gray-haired young man complained slightly.

"Of course, we are professionals in the funeral industry," the elderly man with gray hair replied with a smile, his eyes narrowed.

The gray-haired young man was Chase, who was also a temporary employee of the Immorales Funeral Home at the time.

The old man directing him was the owner of the funeral home and the only member of the Immorales family living there.

The other party's children and grandchildren all live in another city.

The Immorales family was once an extraordinary family.

However, perhaps due to the mutual attraction of extraordinary forces, the Immorales family has encountered several serious extraordinary events over the past hundred years.

According to information Chase gathered through gossip within the Torchbearers, the last serious and extraordinary event the family encountered was over forty years ago.

But what exactly happened is unclear to those he could contact because of the passage of time.

There might be a record in some file, but at Chase's current level, he doesn't have the authority to freely browse files that are unrelated to his mission.

According to the torchbearer's records, the Immorales family no longer has any extraordinary individuals.

However, the other party still maintains contact with the torchbearer.

After all, the other party was a family that had contributed to the empire, so the government would at least take care of them.

In particular, the other party is in the business of dealing with the dead.

Although there are no more extraordinary individuals in the other family, and they will not continue to suffer disasters due to the attraction of extraordinary powers, it is still possible to occasionally encounter a resurrected corpse or a lingering ghost in this world where extraordinary powers exist.

In most cases, the old man in front of Chase was also capable of handling the situation.

Although the other party was not a truly extraordinary being who had embarked on the path to sainthood, the Morales family, having been in the funeral business for so many years, still possessed some mystical methods related to corpses and vengeful spirits.

"Mr. Morgan, can I go home now? Look, it's already past 7 o'clock." Chase took out the brass pocket watch from his jacket pocket and showed it to the old man in front of him.

This temporary base of torchbearers has only just been restored, and many of the formations have not yet been restarted.

These matters were not under Chess's jurisdiction. He thought he was just playing the role of an employee here, slacking off during the day and only starting his real investigation when he went back at night.

Unexpectedly, this old man named Morgan Immorales treated him like a real employee.

The other party seemed completely unconcerned about his identity as the torchbearer.

There's nothing we can do; the other party has a lot of seniority.

Moreover, because of this investigation mission, the temporary base was reopened, and Morgan relocated the employees who originally worked there to another branch in a more distant neighborhood, citing the need to open one there.

It's true that they're opening branches, but most of the money comes from the torchbearer.

To this end, their team leader even made a special trip to the Torchbearer's Rom City branch to get an extra budget approved.

There's no other way. Compared to this budget, finding a suitable and safe location to set up a temporary base and rearrange various formations would only cost more in terms of materials.

They had no choice but to agree to Morgan's request.

This can be seen as a form of compensation from the organization to the Immorales family, which is why the budget came through so quickly.

After receiving Morgan's permission, Chase gave a very genuine smile and strode quickly out of the funeral parlor.

He now truly experiences a sense of joy after get off work.

But in reality, his real work had only just begun.

Fortunately, Chase's pilgrimage to the Holy Land meant he didn't have much need for sleep.

……

Chris, who had just walked onto Mink Street, suddenly saw a familiar figure walking out of a shop not far away.

He looked closely and discovered that it was his new neighbor, the young man named Chess.

As Chase left the funeral home, he noticed Chris walking towards him. Although he was a little surprised, he quickly smiled and nodded to Chris.

The two approached quickly, and this time Chris spoke first: "I didn't expect to run into you here, Mr. Chase. Good evening."

Chris was wearing a slightly worn, tan-colored bowler hat. He took it off and greeted Chase.

"Good evening, Mr. Chris," Chase replied with a smile, then asked, "Where are you headed, Mr. Chris?"

It's indeed rare to see someone out at this time, so Chess's natural greeting wasn't impolite.

Upon hearing this, Chris readily showed the object wrapped in brown paper in his hand and explained just as naturally, "Attending a party organized by a friend."

In this world, people usually bring their own food when attending gatherings with friends.

Chris didn't need to explain what was inside the parchment; the other person could easily guess.

Upon hearing Chris's answer, Chase keenly sensed that the other man was lying. Who wouldn't dress presentably when going out to a party?

Although Chris's clothes were still clean and tidy, some parts of the fabric clearly showed signs of wear and tear from multiple washings.

When he met Chris this afternoon, Chris was dressed much more appropriately.

But he didn't point it out.

Have a pleasant evening.

Chase didn't argue with Chris and said goodbye directly. Since Chris wasn't home, it would be easier for him to carry out the things he had planned to do that night.

Chris smiled and replied, then watched the other person leave.