Restarting the myth

The cruel war of faith ended with the death believers surrendering collectively, which made Wayne feel very uncomfortable.

He admitted the power of the pistol, but it was too ruinous, and his complicated psychological activities just now were in vain.

The shameless behavior of the death believers also made Wayne lose the minimum awe of the gods of this world. Think about it, the leader is a cross-dressing boss, relying on selling people to cut leeks, the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked, and the death believers cannot be expected to die unyielding.

Wayne sighed and sighed, it’s good like this, he is ordinary, the world is safe, and he is safe too.

On the side, the believers stood in a row with their hands against the wall. William, relying on his strong body, greeted the captives one by one on the physical level.

One of the faces was familiar to Wayne, the dock worker Brutus, who was knocked to the ground by William’s set of silky little combos.

Oyster root, Adu root, Gaga Bru root (X)

Left hook, right hook, rising dragon fist (√)

Magic is so simple!

When everyone was quiet, Veronica began to interrogate, still the same old trick, delicious mushrooms that made people hallucinate.

Veronica tracked the traces of the Death Walker all the way, but she didn't expect that she would make a huge breakthrough in a short time and successfully wiped out one of the opponent's strongholds, but as the interrogation progressed, she inevitably became disappointed.

The Death Walker did not attend the party tonight. The organizer who seemed to be the leader was just an errand boy. Veronica not only missed the opportunity, but also successfully alerted the enemy.

The possibility of waiting for the rabbit is too low. Veronica asked the whereabouts of the Death Walker and got an answer that he went back to his hometown to get married.

Wayne scratched his head, it was so outrageous, but... so down-to-earth. The mysterious magician in his mind suddenly became friendly.

After asking, Veronica learned the name and hometown address of the Death Walker.

Mike Nelson, nicknamed 'Blood Mike', is from the town of Kafuno, located northwest of the suburbs of Lund.

Mike was born in a mule-horse family. He came to the big city alone to work hard. He spent years in the docks and warehouses. Once he offended a local boss while trying to steal a job and was beaten to a bloody pulp, earning him the nickname Blood Mike.

Mike has no money, no brains, and no money. He is destined to never turn over in his life. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be squeezed dry by the docks and return to his hometown with meager savings and a body full of injuries when he can no longer work.

But somehow, Mike turned over. He became a believer of the goddess of death, and successfully mastered magic, winning over a group of younger brothers to grab a piece of land in the warehouse area.

Mike never said a word about what happened to him. He was extremely pious to death, and his personality changed greatly.

While Veronica was collecting intelligence, Wayne couldn't help but wonder, and asked William curiously: "William, as far as you know, is the goddess of death a man or a woman?"

"Female."

William did not hesitate, and added: "At least she looks like a woman."

"What about her essence?"

"I just... why are you asking?"

"Uh, just now I mixed into the crowd and pretended to pray, and I heard a voice in my ear. I don't know if it was the goddess of death. It was very low, definitely a male voice. He asked me if I was willing to sacrifice everything." Wayne said seriously.

"That's not the goddess of death, but one of the three agents of death, Observer Grieu. Do you see the spider mark over there? That's the symbol of the observer."

William answered Wayne's confusion, and then said in surprise: "Death never comes on its own, but you are lucky to be invited by the observer himself. This shows that you and death are very compatible."

William didn't say another word. Wayne was invited by the observer, and it is very likely that he will become the goddess of death's dependent in the world, and thus gain powerful abilities, which is definitely not comparable to disciples like the Death Walker.

"What kind of luck is it to be chosen by death, Observer Griu..."

Wayne was halfway through his words when William covered his mouth. The latter approached with a big face and warned: "You are on the list of observers. You can't call him by name directly, otherwise he will think you are responding to the invitation. Do you understand?"

Wayne was stunned, pushed away William's hand that seemed to be taking advantage, and asked curiously: "What will happen if he thinks I respond?"

"His will will come here and plant the mark of the disciple of death for you." William said solemnly.

"Gulp!"

William's voice was too cold, far from the usual optimism and sunshine. The huge contrast made Wayne swallow his saliva subconsciously, and secretly said that it was a thrill. Fortunately, the gay man stopped it in time, otherwise the will of the agent would come, and there would be no good juice today.

Just thinking about it, a sudden change occurred in the center of the warehouse. The inverted triangle symbol submerged by green plants surged with black light, and the eight spider legs twisted and entangled in the void, as if the sage time had ended, and it became lively again.

The twisted spider legs sank into the void, connecting to the land outside the domain. The low murmur echoed throughout the warehouse, followed by the strong impact of the black curtain.

The dark shock wave swept the entire place, and everything along the way was rendered gray and white.

Veronica had no defense, and neither did William. They seemed to have been mentally prepared, or they were waiting for this moment. Not only did they not defend themselves, but they also calmly accepted the baptism of the black light.

The believers were also safe and sound. The shock wave was only visually terrifying, but it actually had no physical killing power. After the black light dissipated, the gray-white warehouse returned to its original appearance.

Except for Wayne, he felt that his body had undergone some changes.

"Veronica, how are you?"

William asked tentatively, and saw Veronica shake her head and sighed: "The curse is indeed not so easy to undo. Who said last time that a negative comes out of a negative, oh, I guessed it, then it's okay."

Veronica made no comment and gave William a roll of her eyes to let William experience it.

"I would like to take the liberty of interjecting. Regarding the curse, can you tell me more specifically? Is it because the will of the observer has come?" Wayne's expression was stiff, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat on his back.

"It has nothing to do with the observer, and it has nothing to do with you. The curse comes from another agent of death, the judge, because the destruction of the ritual caused the curse. I have put magic on you to protect you from the curse."

William slapped Wayne on the shoulder. Just as he was proud of his foresight, his eyes suddenly widened and he said in disbelief: "What's going on? Where is my magic? You, are you cursed?"

"Ask me, who should I ask, I don't know!"

Wayne cried sadly, of course he knew what was going on, but only children admit their mistakes, and adults all know that passing the blame is the last word.

As expected, William thought that he had made a mistake in casting the spell and Wayne was cursed. He was so panicked that he couldn't speak clearly: "Don't panic, you are not a magician, and you will not be cursed to seal the magic power... No, how do you feel? Why? So, has there been any change in your body?"

As he spoke, he touched Wayne's body here and there. The latter refused and jumped far away.

Where are you touching? Is that a place where people of the same gender can touch?

"There are definitely some changes in the body."

Wayne pursed his lips, his eyes drifted and seemed confused, and he said half-seriously: "I'm very hungry, I want to eat, hiss, the more I think about it, the hungrier I get."

As he spoke, he stared straight at Veronica, received a vicious look, and wisely focused on William.

"Wayne, you don't want to eat people, do you?" William subconsciously took a step back.

"That's not the case. Normal hunger, just food that can fill your stomach. Except for potatoes, there is... another kind of hunger."

Wayne took a deep breath: "It's not the body, but some inexplicable place. I can't describe it, let's just say it's the soul. My soul is hungry for magic, uh, it should be magical energy... I'm not a professional , I don’t know how to describe it.”

"Magic power?" William answered quickly.

"Yes, yes, that's it. I'm still hungry for magic power."

Wayne nodded repeatedly and said firmly: "My soul longs for magic power. If there is no magic power to replenish it, the soul will soon starve to death. Yes, that's it!"

Having said this, he glanced at Veronica again, and as expected, received another fierce look.

"The Judge's curse is extremely vicious and uncertain. It is not impossible to feed on magic power, but he is just an ordinary person and does not have magic power to satisfy the hunger of his soul. Even if he did, he would be sealed due to the curse just now. If Leave it alone..."

A small popular science lecture came from the corner. Wayne looked down at the source of the sound, and what he saw was the black cat Monica walking towards him with cat steps.

"Cat, the cat has spoken." Wayne's eyes widened.

Monica jumped on top of William's head and continued: "William, because of your mistake, an ordinary person was cursed and he will die. You have to take responsibility for your mistake."

"What can I do? I have been cursed to have all my magic power sealed away. The only remaining bit is saved by meditating every day. I can't help him." William felt aggrieved and looked at Veronica with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"dimension……"

"snort!"

Get a back of the head.

William had no choice but to raise Monica high above his head and said with a playful smile: "You are lucky that the magic power is not sealed. Otherwise, you are responsible for feeding him. I owe you. I will give you whatever you want to eat in the future. Do."

Monica was very talkative, and a thoughtful expression appeared on the cat's face: "Yes, yes, but I can't always satisfy him unless he meditates to gain magic power."

"But it's too difficult. He will starve to death soon." William shook his head.

"That's right."

Monica nodded, and after a while, it broke away from William's hold and jumped onto Wayne's shoulder with ease, and put its flesh-padded paws on Wayne's face.

Hey, what a cute little meat ball!

Wayne looked sideways and looked into Monica's golden cat eyes. The latter said hoarsely: "I can plant the seeds of magic in you, guide and help you become a magician in the shortest time, but there is nothing free in the world. Lunch, I am your guide. From now on, you can only believe in the Moonlight Goddess like me. Is there any problem? "

"No."

Wayne was so happy that he made up an excuse to become a magician. It was a blessing in disguise.

However, he seems to have seen this combination of a magical girl and a cute pet that can talk and grant magic power somewhere...