Chapter 8 Three Gases Will

"What are you staring for, let's go."

Chen Lun stood at the prison door, turned his head back, and spoke to Floey.

"Go...?"

The latter was still immersed in the plan Chen Lun had laid out, sitting in place without coming back to reality.

"It's time for the sacrifice today, don't forget that my identity is still that of the sacrifice here."

Chen Lun shrugged his shoulders.

To tell the truth, he was looking forward to this.

If he wasn't afraid of arousing Will's suspicion by looking at the notebook for too long, he would prefer to live in the basement, taking care of all his eating, drinking, and other needs right on that altar.

There was no chance of deciphering it; Philip's words in the diary were pleasant to hear, and he loved it there.

Floey uttered an 'oh' in response, obediently stood up, and briskly walked out of the prison, leading Chen Lun towards Chamber No. 7.

Just then, the little mustached man who had been slacking off returned with another guard.

Chen Lun instantly got into character, turning back into the drooling simpleton.

The slightly alcohol-scented little mustache broke into a smile and tipped his hat in a salute.

"Sister Floey, you really are a troublemaker."

"Hmm."

Floey responded coolly, her eyes always looking straight ahead.

As they brushed past one another, the other guard turned his head and unabashedly swept his gaze over Floey's figure.

The malice in his eyes seemed to want to penetrate her wide dark red robe and see the scenery beneath.

Floey, sensing something, slightly furrowed her brow.

The guard licked his lips and chuckled softly, just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt his vision darken.

Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak!

Several bats, appearing out of nowhere, flew onto his face, their sharp claws slashing across his eyes.

"Ah!"

The guard cried out in pain, swatting his hands to fend off the bats, but they seemed fixated on him, chaotically tearing at his face with their sharp teeth.

After struggling for a while, he managed to drive the bats away, but just as the bats took off—

Slap!

The little mustache delivered another heavy slap to his face, sending two teeth flying out with blood.

This guard collapsed to the ground with a bloodied face, his torn eyes no longer seeing clearly. He was confused and frightened, utterly stunned.

What happened?

What happened!?

"Hey buddy, I was only trying to help you... uh, okay, I admit I might have been a bit too forceful, but I really..."

"Bastard!"

The little mustache's drunken haze instantly cleared as he saw his companion draw the short sword from his waist.

"Whoa, whoa... calm down! Calm down!"

The little mustache placed one hand on the hilt of his own sword and stepped back a few paces, but the guard, burning with anger, had already started to lose his sanity.

"Stop it! You two idiots!"

Just as he was about to take action, Monk Will arrived at the scene in time.

He strode forward, his face grave as he reprimanded the two guards.

Out of respect for the monk's usual authority, they could only bow their heads and take the scolding.

Throughout the whole incident, none of them noticed the inaudible sound emanating from the mouth of the simpleton standing by, giggling foolishly, nor the faint glow that flashed from the shell necklace on his chest.

Having sent the guards away, Will, still bristling with indignation, walked up to Floey, glanced at the idiotic sacrifice behind her, and his eyes flashed with disgust.

"Well done, nun, but you made me wait too long."

"I am sorry, Monk Will."

Will snorted coldly and turned to walk towards Chamber No. 7.

"Now let's move quickly."

Floey didn't say another word, tugged at Chen Lun's sleeve, and followed Will's pace.

Soon, the three of them arrived again at the familiar basement.

Back here, Chen Lun felt as comfortable as if he were at home, delighted.

After Will whistled, he couldn't wait to step forward and opened "Philip's Diary".

Rustle rustle…

"Through careful reading of the 'Beast Tamer's Handbook' (Progress 63%), you've gained 10 Experience Points."

"…You've gained 10 Experience Points."

Chen Lun entered a mode of leveling up through reading, voraciously absorbing the knowledge within, watching Experience Points swish into his grasp, filled with a sense of accomplishment.

If Will wasn't staring at him with eager eyes, he might have even exclaimed to himself,

Knowledge changes Destiny!

When the progress in the 'Beast Tamer's Handbook' reached 70%, Chen Lun chose to stop.

His time was limited, and looking too long would likely arouse Will's suspicion, so he needed to plan his time wisely.

He flipped through his notes again, arriving at today's leisure activity—commenting on the diary.

"Solar Calendar 4399, February 23rd, clear skies... I can truly say I'm a genius in every respect.

Since I stepped into the Mystic Realm of the Supernatural Sequence, I've met countless people, none as genius as me, ha-ha, ha…"

Chen Lun maintained a stiff, silly smile as he quickly skipped past these unimportant bits.

After flipping through a few pages, he suddenly stopped his fingers.

"…I'm very fortunate that at the stage when I had just advanced to 'Sequence Nine Beast Tamer', I developed and created this skill using my cleverness and intellect. I named it 'Friend of Animals'.

Without it, how could I possibly have such a wonderful life…"

"…That was truly an incomparable experience, the majesty of the female brown bear, the wild nature of the lioness, the frenzy of the zebra herd... Dolphins are the cutest, mwah, nice.

Oh, I forgot, except for the males, that feeling was terrible…"

Chen Lun looked at the bottom of this page of the diary where there was also a crudely drawn smiley face.

He slowly closed the notebook and shut his eyes.

Philip, oh Philip!

One's hobbies can be unusual but should never be immoral, brother!

Chen Lun looked at the notebook in his hands with disgust.

Resolved to continue tomorrow, tsk tsk…

From the corner of his eye, he saw Will's face turning angry with impatience, knowing he couldn't delay any longer.

So he slowly opened his mouth to start murmuring about that unfinished "forgotten Myths" about seven gourds.

Floey was very dutiful in lifting her quill, ready to scribe on the parchment.

"…The Purple Angel got lost in a poisonous mist, not recognizing her great-grandfather and her six angelic brothers after She was born.

She shot beams of light with the Mysterious Object called the Purple Gourd, shattering her brothers' hearts, causing them to fight and kill each other…"

In the end, She sucked them into the Purple Gourd, and the great-grandfather wept tears known as sadness…"

Will's eyes reddened with excitement.

He kept urging Chen Lun to continue, instructing Floey to record every word precisely.

"Rose above! I… I actually peeled back dense layers of history, understanding the true essence of the olden days!?"

He grew increasingly uncontrollable in his frenzy.

"Yes, that's right! It can't be wrong! They correspond exactly to the Seven True Gods of the current world, this is their history!"

"But who is that supreme 'great-grandfather'? The 'Serpent' and 'Scorpion Demon' that pushed Them to desperation, who could they be…!?"

Will's intense curiosity had him staring fixedly at Chen Lun, waiting for the latter to reveal the answers.

But Chen Lun once again cut off at a critical juncture, perfectly timed.

All he could keep muttering was:

"Pangolin… Snake… Scorpion…"

These three nouns repeated back and forth as he entered the loop mode.

Will was inflamed with impatience, the veins on his forehead prominently visible.

At the same time, he couldn't help but speculate if there were some truths hidden within.

"Maybe it's symbolic of a High Sequence pathway in the Supernatural Realm...?"

Floey set down her quill and softly expressed her own conjecture.

Monk Will, upon hearing it, had a moment of realization, his face lighting up.

"I understand now!"