"Mr. Edward? Mr. Edward? What happened? Please wake up! Oh my god! What should I do?"

A worried voice awakened Edward from his dreams. Edward was staying in the house that he had rented.

The one who woke him up was his temporary maid, Hathaway, who came every day to cook for him and to clean the room. After entering the yard, she had seen the door ajar, with Edward laying on the ground in a pool of blood. She was scared witless!

Edward's room was a ransacked mess. The bookshelves and desks had been knocked over, their contents scattered all over the place. The witchcraft tome that Lu Zhiyu had gifted him had fallen as well and was currently flipped open.

Before he lost consciousness, Edward had been using his knowledge from the dream witchcraft techniques that were written within Lu Zhiyu's notes to conduct a targeted lifting of the curse witchcraft, which had been leeching on his awareness. It was trying to consume his mind power and constantly attacking him.

The sinister power w