Calamity Crown

"Sure enough, there are still too few [Bloody Honors]!"

Looking at the text prompt in front of him, Goethe sighed slightly in his heart.

The last [Bloody Honor], he used to learn [Shadow Snake Tail Devouring].

There's nothing wrong with that, of course.

After all, he gained more time by interfering with the divination of the 'Church of Flesh' by relying on the [Rattle Tail] of the [Shadow Snake Tail Devouring Technique].

Even the "Steinbeck Breathing Method" in his hand was obtained because of this-although the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel explained that he discovered his "true identity" because of paying attention to Xila.

But such a discovery was also based on the fact that he not only avoided the divination of the 'Church of Flesh', but also killed the opponent's 'Predator Squad' consecutively.

Without such a foundation, there would be no such transaction at all.

Therefore, the original choice was correct.

And now the sigh?

It was just a pity that Goethe was unable to learn a secret technique right away when he was faced with it.

This kind of regret is not enough to make him change his plan to use [Blood Honor]: if there is, use it!

Unlike the initial worry about hidden dangers, Goethe is now very clear about the situation he is facing.

He needs to fulfill his strength!

Realize your strength in the fastest and safest way possible!

As for possible hidden dangers?

Goethe has nothing to do for the time being.

Maybe it will be solved naturally when the strength reaches a certain level.

It may also explode at some point, maybe.

But, that is later.

What he thinks now is: get through the present.

He can't even get through the present, and after talking about something, it seems that he doesn't know the source, and once again put the words in the name of Master Lu: After passing the immediate difficulties, let's talk about poetry and the distance.

Glancing at the 'Gate of Flesh' standing in the center of Lust, Goethe, who made up his mind to enter the 'Secret Realm' again, turned and walked into the shadows beside him in pursuit of more [Blood Honor].

Swart blinked.

He followed without hesitation.

The sheriff chose to trust his feelings.

Goethe may have a secret, but compared to the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel, he is definitely not a bottomless person.

and……

Now he has no choice at all!

The whole of Luster has long been shrouded in invisible things, and if you rush over, you have to be cut into minced meat.

And those ferocious members of the 'Flesh and Flesh Church' were staring at each other, and any one of them he encountered would end in death.

Escape, can't escape.

Hit, can't beat.

The sheriff certainly knew what to do.

Inside a certain house in Songzi Block.

"These fellows from the 'Church of Flesh' are really too ruthless!"

"Even the children are not spared!"

When Swart entered the room, he saw two corpses, one large and one small, on the ground. The older one was a mother, and the younger one was a child, about four or five years old, held in her arms by her mother. Then, an iron rod sub pierced.

Both of them were out of breath.

The woman's husband, the child's father, had his head smashed and fell at the door with two bodyguards.

The iron chisel was broken off from the fence of the courtyard gate.

Swart pulled a sheet over the two corpses, one large and one small, took off his hat and mourned silently.

"You stay here first."

"I need to attend to some personal matters."

Goethe walked out of the room after saying such words.

This place has just been raided by the 'Church of Flesh' for the second time, so there will be no danger for the time being.

Using the vision of [Spirit of the Raven], Goethe made sure that there was no one around, then turned into a nearby house, and then raised his hand to touch the 'Mad King's Ring' on the index finger of his left hand.

The starry sky reappeared, and Goethe stared at the remaining two dim stars.

"Left? Or right?"

Goethe, who was thinking, directly took out the pendulum.

【Bitter】!

The pendulum began to sway, but it was not clockwise for affirmation or counterclockwise for negation in Goethe's cognition, but an irregular beating, as if being moved by an invisible hand.

Obviously, such a choice is beyond the scope of [Shadow Snake Tail Devouring].

unconfirmed.

Divination also lost its effect.

Goethe finally chose to flip a coin.

Choose the left side for the profile picture, and the right side for the flower.

Ding!

Jin Ke rolled in the air, and Goethe caught it firmly.

Avatar face up.

Choose the left side.

[Yes/No Consume 500 gold grams to enter the secret realm? 】

...

"yes!"

After answering in the affirmative, Goethe's eyes flashed.

Crunch, crunch.

The ceiling fan was struggling to swing, the air moved slowly, and the slight breeze was also filled with dry heat.

The sun is shining brightly outside the window.

Goethe felt dazzled at the first glance.

Especially the car passing by outside the window, and the sound of the horn sounding from time to time is even more disturbing.

Goethe walked over and looked outside.

car!

Older in memory, but newer than classic cars.

There are telephone booths on the side of the road, and people's clothes and hairstyles are also modern.

He turned to look across the room.

The floor is mainly brown, and several huge bookcases are placed against the wall. Except for the window, there are bookcases standing on the other walls.

Then, there is a huge desk with all kinds of notes on it.

A huge whiteboard stands next to the desk, covered with photos and related notes.

Other than that, a chair and a camp bed.

The chair was by Goethe's hand.

The camp bed is in the corner.

Goethe looked down at himself, shirt, trousers, and leather shoes, but they were all cheap, especially the leather shoes, which had completely undisguised creases, and then touched the pockets of the trousers, which were obviously filled with things.

An extremely old-fashioned but sturdy mobile phone appeared in his hand.

Black and white screen, conspicuous nine-square button, on the top of the phone, there is... a flashlight? !

Goethe pressed it, and the light was very bright.

Although the gap with the mobile phone in his hometown is quite large, Goethe was delighted by the more familiar items. While playing with this mobile phone, he began to check his items.

The dagger, revolver, explosives, pendulum, lime, and [Executioner] were all gone.

But [Singing of the Unknown] and [Shadow Snake's Dagger] are still there.

"Ordinary items and extraordinary items from the 'Anchor World' cannot be brought into the 'Secret Realm'!"

After making the comparison, Goethe quickly came to a conclusion.

When a warm feeling came from the copper ring, rows of words began to appear in front of Goethe——

【Entering the 'secret realm', judging...】

[Holding the 'secret key', the judgment is passed! 】

[The original holder of the 'Secret Realm' has died and is being judged...]

[Determine the original identity is dead! 】

[The new holder will start over with a new identity! 】

...

[Background: Adoptive father Winchester disappeared half a year ago. According to the will that was made long ago, you who have not finished your studies have inherited this 'Folk Customs Research Institute'...]

[Main task: Become a recognized folklorist within three months (recognition rate 0%)]

[Obtain a temporary language, it will disappear automatically when you leave the instance]

[Temporary changes in clothing, appearance, and equipment will be automatically restored when leaving the secret realm]

(Note 1: When you complete the main task, you will leave the 'secret realm' safely)

(Note 2: When you cannot complete the main task within three months, you will lose one-fifth of your flesh and blood before you can leave the 'secret realm')

...

"Folk Customs Research Institute?"

"Folklorist?"

"what is that?"

Goethe looked at such a name, even though he didn't know the specific meaning, he unconsciously felt a sense of danger.

buzz buzz.

The phone vibrated, it was a text message.

Goethe Winchester:

If you receive this message, please come to my office by 10:00 tomorrow morning.

About your E's in math, I want us to talk in person.

Judy.

...

Looking at this text message, some related memories flooded in Goethe's mind.

Judy is his math teacher. She just came to 'Green High School' this year. She is an energetic, enthusiastic and beautiful new teacher.

And him?

Goethe Winchester is a freshman in Grade 12.

Goethe was his adopted name.

Winchester was the surname given to him by his adoptive father.

His adoptive father treated him well and gave him enough help.

From basic necessities of life, to schooling, he was given maximum help.

And he also performed well, with excellent grades and excellent sports, until half a year ago, when his adoptive father disappeared without warning, he inherited this 'Folk Research Institute'.

In order to find his adoptive father and maintain the 'Folk Research Institute', he began to skip a lot of classes.

In the end, the grades plummeted.

Sitting there, Goethe quickly sorted out this memory.

Then, the brows were furrowed.

"math!"

Goethe murmured in a low voice.

In a strange world, it is natural to make yourself the same as before.

And although 'he' was forced to skip a lot of classes, he would not ignore the teacher.

Thinking of the troubles he might face tomorrow morning, Goethe's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

He guessed what he was going to face.

With the enthusiasm of that teacher Zhu Di, he will definitely give him extra lessons.

besides……

make-up exam!

Especially the latter, he will have nothing to do.

Whether it's the occupation and experience in his hometown, or the knowledge he learned in the "Anchor World" and "Secret Realm", he is at a loss for mathematics.

That's right!

If you are in a hurry, you can do anything!

But, except math!

Mathematics is really, if you can't do it, you can't do it!

Unless the answer is C.

Otherwise, you will be wrong.

"Maybe I should..."

buzz buzz.

Just when Goethe was thinking about what to do, the phone vibrated again.

When I picked it up, it was an unfamiliar number.

Goethe didn't care, and directly clicked on the text message.

In between it says--

Don't climb, don't compare, don't be fearless and angry; your parents are the people you love the most... Forward to 13 friends or relatives, you will get good luck in a week, if you delete or don't send it, you will have bad luck, your family It will also be unlucky.

...

The first half was pretty normal, but the second half made Goethe raise his eyebrows.

Goethe certainly wouldn't forward it.

Not even deleted.

He picked up his phone and replied to an unfamiliar number——

Don't let me catch you! Catch you once, hit you once! I have gained muscle!

...

After posting, Goethe stopped thinking about difficult problems about mathematics.

He looked at the desk and blackboard.

Although there are some memories, they are not complete.

He still needs more information.

However, when Goethe saw clearly the notes on the desk and the photos pasted on the whiteboard, his eyes narrowed.