Calamity Crown

At night, lit candles dispel the misty darkness.

Goethe knelt on the ground, dipping his finger in his brother's blood and drawing the ceremony.

"Hard, you'll forgive me, won't you?"

"This is for revenge!"

"To avenge my grandfather, my parents, my aunts, my uncles, and Bruce!"

"You will forgive me, my brother, hahaha."

The flames reflected in the young man's dark pupils were full of tears, but there was a wild smile on the corner of his mouth.

More candles were subsequently lit.

The young man began to chant the mantra silently.

In an instant, pain came from the heart.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom boom boom!

The heart was beating violently, as if it was about to explode.

However, the young man gritted his teeth and persisted!

He must persist!

This is the 'Secret Ritual' that he bought from his friend after he had exhausted everything - it can summon a powerful 'Spirit of Vengeance' that obeys his orders.

As long as he has this 'Spirit of Vengeance', he can find the murderer who kept killing his family in the dark, avenge his family, and revive the 'Wayne' family.

All you need is this 'Spirit of Vengeance'!

Young people are firm in their beliefs.

Even if his heart felt like a knife was being twisted, and his whole body began to fester, he never wavered.

He ignored the maggots crawling out of the festering parts of his body, and just silently recited the spell byte by byte.

And when the rituals of the ceremony began to glow scarlet in the young man's blurred vision, he became more determined.

Especially when he saw a vague figure appearing in the ceremony, the young man immediately raised his palm and pressed it toward that figure—the 'Spirit of Vengeance' is powerful, but also dangerous, and must be summoned , at the weakest moment, it can be controlled only by completing the 'Blood Pact' with blood.

The young man has already accelerated as much as possible, but that speed is not flattering.

After all, it was unexpected that a person whose whole body was festered to the point where the bones could be seen, and whose internal organs were eaten by maggots, could still move.

And Zhao Wumian, who was standing in the ceremony, was amazed by the illusion and brilliance in front of him, when he suddenly saw a bloody, zombie-like monster rushing towards him, subconsciously swung the big Wusu in his hand, smashed down.

Snapped!

And half a bottle of beer was broken.

Liquor and glass shards splashed everywhere.

The young man who had already reached his limit fell to the ground without a sound.

Zhao Wumian looked at the monster lying at his feet with a dazed expression.

"I'm obviously drinking and drinking, what's the situation now...?"

What made Zhao Wumian even more confused was that the moment the monster fell to the ground, the monster's body turned into flying ash, just like holding a half-burned cigarette between fingers, suddenly the hand trembled, and the first half of the ash fell to the ground , scattered all over the place.

call!

Without waiting for Zhao Wumian to react, the brilliance on the ritual track flickered again, and the ashes seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, just entwined around his body.

Then, a piece of memory began to appear like a movie.

Goethe, a carefree childhood, loved his parents and grandfather.

besides……

Study pose with governess.

Go to the garden club for practice poses.

Life is colorful.

Everything is so beautiful and enviable.

However, the second half changed suddenly.

In less than a month, the grandfather died of an illness suddenly, and his parents disappeared afterwards. When Goethe was grieving, the three uncles, aunt and three cousins ​​also disappeared overnight.

The only aunt also disappeared on the way to the police station.

Then, the originally wealthy family broke out in large-scale debt.

The death and disappearance of relatives, and the sudden financial difficulties immediately put Goethe, a carefree young man, in a situation of bewilderment.

Then, Goethe's "friend" extended a helping hand, saying that he could help him, and only needed to complete a ceremony.

Zhao Wumian looked at the picture of Goethe smashing the back of his younger brother's head with a silver candlestick, and couldn't help curling the corner of his mouth.

"In order to restore the original beauty, he chooses to sacrifice others without hesitation... He is a ruthless person, but he chooses to sacrifice the only person he can trust, and he is really an idiot!"

"Sure enough, only such a fool can fail to see that the so-called 'friend' has ulterior motives."

"wrong!"

"I probably guessed it too, I just want to believe what I believe."

"Tsk."

"Everyone is lucky."

"Everyone considers themselves lucky."

"Even if death is imminent, I don't want to believe the truth."

Disdain appeared in Zhao Wumian's eyes, but he commented on Goethe in his heart.

Afterwards, he shook his head. At this moment, the picture in his mind had reached the final stage, and his rationality told him that he should pay more attention to his dire situation—the experience in his hometown had already told him that he wanted to survive in a strange environment. Going down is not so easy.

It was just that so many memories were poured into Zhao Wumian in an instant, making Zhao Wumian feel his temples swell, making it difficult to think effectively, he could only raise his hand and rub his temples, hoping to relieve the pain.

At this time, the brilliance of the ceremony dissipated, and the brilliance of the candles illuminated the entire room again.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Zhao Wumian caught a glimpse of the mirror, and his hands rubbing his temples paused.

He stared at the young man in the mirror who was shirtless, with black hair draped over his shoulders, and a slightly pale complexion, but he still couldn't hide his handsome appearance, and couldn't help being stunned.

That's not him.

Yes, Goethe.

And as he opened his mouth, the boy in the mirror also opened his mouth.

"this……"

Zhao Wumian was stunned.

What he spoke was no longer the words of his hometown, but the words of the world in front of him.

From Goethe's memory he was able to confirm this.

But before Zhao Wumian recovered, lines of strange words began to appear in front of his eyes, which he did not know, nor had he seen in Goethe's memory. Afterwards, these strange words became his last words. Familiar hometown characters——

【…】

【…】

[Text conversion, judging...]

【Judgment successful! 】

[Thank you for ending the bloodline of the 'Mad King', we will bless you! 】

[Blessings will exist in the way you can understand best! 】

...

The text paused a little here.

Then, more words began to emerge——

[Character: Goethe (Zhao Wumian)]

【Age: 19 (31)】

[Race: Human (Spirit of Vengeance. Pseudo)]

【Sex: Male】

[Status: Healthy]

[Title: Bloodline of the Mad King (false), Kinslayer (false)]

[Talent: None]

[Attributes: Heart: 0, Skill: 1.2, Body: 1.4]

[Specialty: None]

[Skills: Unarmed Combat (Beginner), Cold Weapon. Dagger (Beginner), Gunpowder Weapon. Pistol (Basic), First Aid (Basic)]

[Item: Bloody Glory X1]

(Note: Obviously, you're not a cannon fodder, but you're not really powerful!)

...

[Unarmed combat (introductory): After mastering the real basics, you have further strengthened your physique and skills after experiencing many actual combats, and you have become more comfortable when facing amateur boxers; effect: body +0.2 (basic 0.1, entry 0.1) , skill +0.1 (entry 0.1)]

[Cold weapon. Dagger (entry): You have experienced many actual battles with the dagger, have rich business, and you can also use the dagger to perform tricks that dazzle ordinary people; effect: skill +0.1 (entry 0.1)]

[Gunpowder weapon. Pistol (basic): You are already familiar with pistols, and they have a higher hit rate when facing a fixed target within 10 meters]

[First Aid (Basic): You know some first aid knowledge, combined with practice]

...

[Blood Honor (broken beer bottle): This is a remnant of a beer bottle that was once chilled. The production date is very reliable, so the wine it holds is very refreshing, but that was before, and it is at this moment It is just a murder weapon stained with the blood of the mad king. In the eyes of hundreds of witches, this is the supreme comfort. During the long hundred years, they blessed each of these murder weapons, and won the witches. Thank you, you will be able to use this blessing better; Effect: After using this blessing, you can quickly learn a skill that you already know but is not enough to be fixed in the skill bar, or improve the existing skill level. 】

(Note 1: When you touch the murder weapon that produces bloody honor, you will automatically receive bloody honor)

(Note 2: The murder weapon that produces bloody honor will not change after losing bloody honor)

...

Zhao Wumian's attention was attracted by the words in front of him.

"The way I understand it?"

"The attribute bar of the game class."

"'Blood of the Mad King'? Kinslayer?"

"besides……"

"Bloody honor!"

Looking at the words in front of him, Zhao Wumian frowned tightly.

Because, the sudden [attribute bar] made him feel like he was stripped naked. You must know that these skills are all mastered by him, not Goethe!

This feeling of being 'insighted' made Zhao Wumian very uncomfortable.

He hates this feeling.

However, Zhao Wumian quickly adjusted and got used to it—in an unfamiliar and dangerous environment, every extra help should be cherished, even if there may be danger in it.

Because he has no other choice.

The [attribute bar] in front of me already exists, how to remove it?

He doesn't know.

We can only move forward with vigilance.

"Bad situation."

Zhao Wumian sighed inwardly.

And at this moment——

Boom, boom, boom!

"Goethe, what's the matter?"

"Is the ceremony over?"

Along with the knock on the door, there was a sound of tentative words.

It was Goethe's 'friend'.

This is also the apartment that the other party rented for Goethe.

Goethe, who was pursued by his creditors, was already homeless.

Of course, these are not the point.

The point is, the other party has bad intentions!

More importantly, he now has the face of 'Goethe'... no, he has become exactly the same as 'Goethe'.

And, here he stands.

If that 'friend' pushed the door open, he could only be regarded as 'Goethe'.

As for the explanation?

There is no such choice in Zhao Wumian's mind.

Because, if it was him, it would be impossible to believe it.

But judging from the other party's performance, they came here to kill 'him'.

"Damn it!"

"It's the worst possible situation in an unfamiliar environment!"

Although it is very difficult to survive in an unfamiliar environment, there is still a high success rate if you grit your teeth and persevere, but if there is 'maliciousness' in an unfamiliar environment... the success rate will plummet.

But this does not mean that Zhao Wumian will give up.

He scanned the room for anything that could help him.

Then, he rushed directly to the window.

After pulling aside the curtains, he pushed open the window.

The street was quiet in the middle of the night, and with the lights on, Zhao Wumian stood at the window on the fourth floor and only glanced at it before rushing back to the door.

Judging from the hinges, the door in front of me was pushed open from the outside to the inside.

Zhao Wumian stood on one side, and when people from outside came in, Zhao Wumian's figure would be blocked by the door.

And the moment Zhao Wumian just stood up, the sound of the key being inserted and turned was heard.

The next moment, a figure walked in cautiously first, but when he saw the open window and the curtains blown by the night wind, he rushed over immediately.

This figure propped up his hands, poked his head out and looked around the street, obviously wanting to find Goethe's figure, but the empty street made the other person become annoyed.

"Bastard! He ran away..."

puff!

The sharp broken wine bottle directly penetrated the opponent's lower back, and the pain stopped the opponent's cursing abruptly.

"Ah! Goethe!"

The other party screamed, and when he turned his head to see Zhao Wumian, he let out a scream that was much louder than before, and that voice was full of disbelief.

And Zhao Wumian didn't answer at all, when his right hand stabbed the broken wine bottle into the opponent's back just now, his left hand had already grabbed the opponent's pants, and he lifted it up at this time.

The opponent fell straight out.

"Ahhhh!"

boom!

After a series of screams, the "Friend Goethe" who rushed down fell silent after a muffled sound.

Standing by the window, Zhao Wumian looked at the corpse of "Friend Goethe" on the street, and waved his hands expressionlessly——

"Good night."