Demon Hunter and His Hut

"Lighthouse keeper, this may be the best job in the world for me."

"I love this place, the peaceful island, the beautiful sandy beaches, the green everywhere, the azure water and the sky in the distance, and more importantly, I don't need to touch anyone here."

"It's a place that's all my own."

"I can do whatever I want here."

The first page of the diary should have been recorded by Kant when he just became a meteorological surveyor. It can be seen that this kind of work is extremely lonely for others, but he does it like a duck.

Even enjoy such a life.

The following records are all ordinary trivial matters. Kant's work is not hard, but it is very hard. His work is not much, but the most unbearable thing is the prolonged loneliness.

He usually has very little time to rest. He can only return to a nearby town for a few days a month. At that time, he can briefly touch the worldly life and replenish his supplies.

Maybe have a drink and have an indescribable experience with a certain woman in a drunken eye.

Without that day, perhaps the peace would never be broken.

"God, not long ago, I even thought my heart would jump out of my chest, but a woman took the initiative to talk to me, what's her name..."

"Yes, Ivy!"

"What a beautiful name, just like her."

Day 2.

"Damn it, I took a day off and didn't return to the island. I went to the bar last night. Why is that?"

"Do I want to see her again?"

"I drank wine all night, but unfortunately, she never showed up again. I will return to the island tomorrow, and the next time I come back will be a month or even two months later."

"I'm afraid I'll never see her again."

"That's fine, I'm used to being alone."

Ivy, Mawson frowned, he thought of the name Kant called out in his last desperate effort.

"Is that the merman?"

Shaking his heavy head, he turned to the next page.

"Before I set off, I rescued a drowning woman on the shore. I didn't expect it to be her!"

"Is this fate?"

"It's too late, I can only take her to the island, but it doesn't matter, I can find someone to pick her up when she wakes up."

At this point, Kant's handwriting is a little messy, and Roger can see that he is completely deceiving himself, and he should be able to find other solutions.

But at that time, he should have subconsciously wanted to spend more time with that woman.

Roger didn't know Kant's previous life experience, but he could see that this indifferent man was out of tune with this world. He was afraid of crowds, tried his best to avoid any social interaction, and put himself in a shell.

The development that followed was just as Roger had imagined. The lonely island, young men and women, one intentional and one unintentional, soon rubbed some sparks.

At the beginning, Kant briefly recorded his mood, but later, he had completely abandoned his habit and completely integrated into his love.

Three months later, Kant wrote a diary again, but this time, there was no sweetness and warmth between the lines, only suspicion and hatred.

"Lies, all lies!"

Kant wrote these words with great force. It seems that he did not write them on paper, but carved them on his own skin with a knife.

"She doesn't love me at all, approaching me just for something near the island!"

"She's a thief, a robber, and even the name Ivy is fake!"

"I love her, I really love her, for her,

I've even considered quitting the job and starting a new life. "

"Why give me a glass of poisoned wine after I have tasted the sweetness of love!"

"I wish I never knew her."

After a large blank.

"Crazy, really crazy, she chose to go out to sea in such stormy weather, what is it that is worth fighting for with her life?!"

"The wind and waves at sea are too strong, is the Sea God angry?"

"We were separated and thank goodness I finally returned to the island, no one survives at sea in this weather."

"Ivy is dead, and she will never come back."

"But why am I not happy at all?"

"Find Ivy's luggage on the island, I know her identity, the Three Holy Spirits, what kind of weird organization is this?"

"The Book of Turning Spirits, what is this?"

Seeing this, Roger put down the diary in his hand and looked at another book in the drawer.

The Book of Turning Spirits.

The material of the book is very peculiar. Roger's fingers lightly stroked it. I don't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that the book contained extraordinary power.

"It seems that all this is not accidental. The research and exploration of extraordinary power in this world is probably far beyond my imagination."

Roger muttered to himself.

He did not open the book hastily, but picked up Kant's diary and continued to look down.

"Three Holy Spirits, according to the records in Ivy's books, this is a powerful organization. They serve the top chaebols and dignitaries around the world. Their purpose is to dig and discover everything related to extraordinary power."

"And take advantage of it!"

"It's crazy, how can there be extraordinary power in this world?"

Kant's words are full of disbelief.

But soon his point of view was completely subverted. According to Roger's guess, he must have opened the "Burning Book" out of curiosity!

Because for the next period of time, Kant's words were filled with the madness and chaos of that worldview being broken.

A book opened up a new world for him.

"Is this all true?"

"Then what are we?"

"Who is the master of this world?"

Similar words abound.

Skipping this long scribble, Roger continued to look down.

I don't know if I accepted this recognition or completely forgot about it, Kant's diary became normal.

Until a storm soon after.

"It's terrifying. Whenever I face such a storm, I think about everything that happened that night. There was so much rain and fog that even the lights couldn't penetrate."

"The boat parked on the shore was shattered by lightning. It seems that I can't leave here for a long time."

"Originally, I didn't want to believe a word of what was in that book, but tonight, on the stormy coast, not far from the ship, I discovered a strange species."

"Species."

"I'm 100% sure that it's not a human being!"

"what do I do?"

"Kill her, or take her back?"

Roger saw Kant's hesitation, and the scene seemed to be exactly the same as the night before.

Perhaps at the moment when he extended his hand for help, Kant was as hesitant as he was that day.

But he still brought her back.