Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 49 Respectful Name

As his consciousness returned to reality, Philip finally got up from the sofa, went to his room, took out basic materials on occultism from the cluttered area, and prepared to immediately implement the method he had come up with on the spot during the tarot reading:

Pray to yourself!

The idea came suddenly and was also risky, but my short life in this other world has already turned out like this, so whatever happens, I might as well die in this wretched place.

Moreover, it's not that it's not feasible, just extremely difficult. Philip set up the spiritual wall, then stroked his chin, pondering silently, thinking about the answer in his heart.

The prefix "not belonging to this world" is not feasible because it implies actively seeking death, exposing the secret of his transmigration like running naked, and the risks involved are absolutely unbearable for him.

Philip did not succeed in mastering the Shadow World either. The owner of that babbling must have wanted to kill him, but for some reason he could not do it, or could not do it for the time being.

But the embers that had shared his joys and sorrows and saved him from danger time and time again were what Philip trusted most now. If the other party wanted to harm him, they would have done so long ago. This was the fundamental reason why he dared to design spells to seek power.

Even so, designing the incantation was still very difficult. To avoid risks, he couldn't explicitly state that he was a time traveler, but to meet the three requirements, he had to include it.

As for the Shadow World, it's even more impossible to write about it directly, as this could very well attract the attention of the two deities of the Rose School, the "Mother Tree of Desire" and the "Bound God," causing them to become aware of you and take certain actions.

It took a full half hour, during which Philip, after numerous revisions and deletions, finally came up with a more satisfactory answer.

"The suppressor of the dark side of the mind."

"A traveler trapped by the world."

"The last glimmer of light in a land shrouded in darkness."

"I beg for your help."

"I pray for your favor."

"I pray that you will grant me peace and tranquility in body and mind."

Philip recited the incantation with some trepidation, silently praying that the spell he had designed would truly target him, have an effect, and receive a response.

The former has a very low probability of having problems. "Suppressor of the Dark Side of the Mind" is a spell that represents his identity as a member of the Temperance School of the Rose School, suppressing endless desires and madness, and directly excluding the vast majority of people.

The second entry, "A traveler trapped in the world," is a side description of Philip's identity as a time traveler. After all, he did come from another world to visit, but he can't go back.

After describing himself almost entirely, Philip added a third point that was somewhat irrelevant to the Shadow World and the embers, yet still barely apt, minimizing the risk as much as possible.

As the recitation ended, he felt a spiritual shock, the ritual site in front of him became ethereal, and a strange wind suddenly swept through the room where the spiritual wall had been erected.

The next moment, a strange and oppressive feeling surged in, causing him to instinctively close his eyes tightly. Only when a familiar warmth brushed against his cheek did he slowly open his eyes and look at the ball of light in front of him.

Within the light screen was the embers of the Shadow World, burning in the endless darkness. Even though they flickered occasionally, they remained steadfast and tenacious, showing no signs of being extinguished.

Just as the light curtain was about to disappear, a tiny wisp of flame appeared, so small that it could easily be overlooked if it were not nighttime and if one did not observe carefully.

As the wisp of flame entered his chest, Philip felt an immense sense of relaxation. His eyes narrowed slightly, concealing a hazy, dreamlike quality, and he fell backward, sprawling on the ground, savoring this moment of tranquility to the fullest.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly sat up, a slight smile playing on his lips. "There are still reliable people, even if it's just me. Heh~"

These past few days, he finally received some good news that could put his mind at ease. He could try using this incantation to pray for power and see if he could make any talismans. In the future, he could also try sacrificial rituals.

After digesting yesterday's events, Philip's condition has stabilized, and he no longer needs to worry too much about the depletion of his spiritual energy. He then took out the materials he had sealed away in his bedside table yesterday and prepared to carve talismans for himself.

In fact, at this moment, he even had the feeling that everything was exactly as Mr. Fool had expected, because Mr. Fool had given him all the hints, both the symbolic symbols and the corresponding incantations.

"Is this the God?" Philip murmured to himself, even attributing his current relatively comfortable situation to Him, believing that the existence of the Fool prevented the power of the Mother Tree of Desire and the Bound God from directly threatening him.

In that case, we need to hurry.

He lowered his head and, following the image in his memory, used a carving knife to carve his own symbolic representation from the Tarot gathering, as well as the incantation he had just come up with, onto the silver plaque in his hand.

Spirituality flows in like water.

Philip's movements were calm and firm, a fundamental change from yesterday, because he no longer had to worry about his life. The worst outcome would only be that the talisman would fail to be made, which was within an acceptable range.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

No. 2, Narcissus Street.

Klein held the few pages of Russell's diary he had written himself, read them carefully several times, and finally tore them into pieces and burned them to ashes.

Only after witnessing the white paper torn from the notebook turn to ashes did he breathe a sigh of relief, stretch, and move his aching neck before getting up and leaving the room.

Speaking of which, is Philip's fate against me? If even the Hanged Man couldn't answer that question, then I, the Fool, would be finished. Klein thought to himself, while at the same time feeling somewhat relieved about the previous peaceful resolution.

Why did he ask if there were extraordinary beings who could change their appearance? What was he doubting?

Klein was somewhat concerned about this, because he roughly guessed that Philip's identity was not simple, that he had intricate connections with the Rose School, and that he might even know a lot more.

But he had no reason to ask now, since there were only four people at the Tarot meeting. He wasn't the Hanged Man, nor was he Justice. Apart from "Temperance" Philip himself, there was only the Fool left.

However, that's not necessary yet. The most important thing now is to digest the "Diviner's" potion, and then come to the potion formula. As Klein thought this, he pushed open the door of No. 2 Narcissus Street and came to the outside world.

He was heading to the fortune tellers' club.

(End of this chapter)