Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 84 Zilingus

During the diary reading session, Mr. A, the messenger of the Aurora Society, "Hurricane Admiral" Ziringus, who infiltrated Backlund, and the extraordinary item "Crawling Hunger," which was explained by Derrick and allowed everyone to catch a glimpse of it.

With these matters settled, the Tarot session came to an end at the Fool's command.

Philip remained seated on the bed, looking at the completely empty cup of coffee. Whether he was missing the bitter, lingering taste again or simply feeling lost about what to do next, he got up and made himself another cup.

Only when the wisps of heat slowly rose and disappeared into nothingness in the room did Philip, sitting in his chair, sigh and ponder how to find the trail of a Sequence 6 Extraordinary, the renowned pirate general.

Just now at the Tarot meeting, he took the initiative to say that he was in Backlund, and thus, like Miss Justice, accepted the commission from the Hanged Man to find Zilingus.

As for the reward, Philip didn't make any other requests, only asking the other party to keep an eye on the Rose School's movements as much as possible, even though he knew that this would greatly increase the chances of the experienced "Hanged Man" confirming his Temperance faction identity.

However, given the current situation, what might be a minor concern for a normal person is no longer a problem for him now, and he has nothing to worry about.

If you open the window every morning and see the view, and find that the "Mother Tree of Desire" hasn't descended upon you, and the indulgent faction hasn't sent out demigods to kill you in a frenzy, then no matter how many annoying trivial things happen today, it's still a precious day.

This is what it means to have a hard life.

Lost in thought, Philip finished his coffee without realizing it. He shook the hand holding the cup, finally giving up on the idea of ​​slacking off any longer. After washing the cup and putting it away, he went straight to his study.

"Zilingus, a Level 6 Extraordinary in the 'Sailor' Sequence, possesses the magical item 'Crawling Hunger,' which can devour and enslave different souls, granting them one of their corresponding abilities."

"The negative effect is that it needs the soul and flesh of a living person to satisfy it every other day, otherwise it will devour its master."

Holy crap, she's such a supermodel?!

As Philip finished writing, his hand suddenly paused, examining the words he had compiled, and deducing the terrifying fighting power of this pirate general under the worst-case scenario:

If he possesses the power of multiple other extraordinary individuals at the same level in addition to his basic abilities, even the four-person team that Steve led yesterday probably wouldn't have been able to defeat him.

If a Sequence 5 powerhouse possesses "Crawling Hunger," combined with multiple extraordinary abilities of the same level that complement each other, the trouble they would cause would be unimaginable. Perhaps only high-sequence powerhouses at the demigod/human level could barely contend with them.

That was too dangerous. No wonder Mr. "The Hanged Man" only asked for confirmation of a trail, and offered payment regardless of success or failure. Luckily, the intelligence was there. Philip pursed his lips, but still picked up his pen and continued writing:

"It can drive the target crazy."

"It can summon light to purify the undead."

"You can enter other people's dreams."

"To transform into the appearance of different people."

These four are the four most troublesome abilities he gleaned from the "Hanged Man." The first two almost completely eliminated Philip's own methods, while the latter two made tracking the other party extremely difficult.

pat.

As the pen struck the paper with a dull thud, Philip clasped his hands together, rested them on his chin, and lowered his eyes to ponder deeply.

Because of the negative effects of "creeping hunger," Zillinger would never live in places like the West End or Queens, and he wouldn't even consider the North End or St. George's.

His primary role is "Sailor," and aside from the fact that extraordinary items don't seem to offer any help in escaping, living near the Tasok River makes it entirely possible that he could jump into the river to escape in a critical situation.

There are still too many uncertainties. Philip doesn't even know the general purpose of this pirate's visit to Backlund after winning the lottery, so he can't speculate any further.

Posting a commission at the East District tavern or a gathering of extraordinary individuals? No, even if an extraordinary individual who hasn't reached the middle sequence is just tracking, they could very well lose their life. It really does require one's own strength to be strong enough.

Philip opened his eyes, which had been slowly closing as his thoughts wandered, stood up, sat down on the edge of the bed without pausing, took out a small glass and a silver dagger, and made a cut on his wrist.

Crimson blood dripped slowly, and the bottom of the transparent glass cup was also covered with blood that emitted a strong smell, causing Philip to subconsciously swallow.

But when the brain clearly recognizes that the blood comes from itself, the bloodlust caused by the "werewolf" potion is quickly broken by the subconscious aversion, becoming less intense and even mixed with a bit of disgust.

This idea of ​​Philip's came about after he saved Emlyn White, a vampire, at the South District Hospital, and he has held onto it ever since.

As it turns out, it was somewhat useful.

However, its effectiveness is still limited.

On the day he was promoted to "Werewolf", Philip dealt with two monsters in the Shadow World. Although his digestion progress increased significantly, he was still far from completing digestion, at least more than halfway there.

In this situation, maintaining this clumsy method, according to his optimistic estimate, would take at least six months. Therefore, it was imperative to figure out the rules of the restraint system. Once he was promoted, even if he had to face Steve's team alone, Philip would have a chance to escape.

Several tens of seconds later, the wound gradually healed.

Philip looked at the blood in the glass, sitting cross-legged on the ground, letting the two opposing emotions fight in his heart, while his body remained still amidst the unbearable throbbing.

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

Time passed slowly, and Philip seemed to have completely merged into the room, unchanged. Only his barely audible breathing and his fingers trembling slightly in the dim light indicated that he was alive.

If nothing unexpected happens, today is the full moon, and he will suffer the curse of the "werewolf".

This also provides an opportunity for digestion.

Evening, 17 Braun Street.

Inside the basement, which has no windows.

The dim, yellowish flame illuminated the surroundings, and beside the lonely, burning white candle, the flickering light and shadows vaguely revealed a human figure struggling.

boom!

The wooden table was smashed by a hand covered in thick, black hair, and the clutter on it, along with the candle that provided light, fell to the ground, where silence fell.

In the completely dark room, only two spots of blood stood out, scarlet, conspicuous, and sinister.

Like a wild beast clenching its teeth, a hoarse and ferocious roar was squeezed out of its throat and echoed in the silent night. The sound of wood fragments being neatly cut and crushed into powder was interspersed among the sounds.

(End of this chapter)